Camelot isn't on any map. This journey takes you there anyway: to the west coast of Ireland, through the Scottish Highlands and over the Welsh hills, straight into the land of the old legends.
Fiddles and drums set the pace. Blackmore's Night, Oysterband, Runrig, Nightwish, Altan – one moment with the force of an army, the next with the shimmer of a moonlit night over the lake. And when "The Wild Rover" and the Pogues' "Dirty Old Town" kick in, the whole pub sings and stamps along. At the very end comes "Greensleeves" – a melody people have been singing for more than four hundred years.
Sixteen tracks, joined by Klangmeister into one single ride – his transitions, his instinct, his pull.
Step in and hold on tight. Where this musical journey takes you, you never know – only that you come back changed.
