ossory
Ulaanbaatar as a monastery capital that packed up and moved twenty-nine times before it finally settled: a statue standing where a horse once relieved itself, a central square renamed and un-renamed, the coldest capital on earth, half the city burning coal for heat, and a fleet of imported Priuses going nowhere on Peace Avenue.
And Then We Stopped
Style
Fast Mongolian folk metal at 152 BPM, pairing deep throat-singing (kharkhiraa and khoomei) with a piercing clean female folk voice, driven by horsehead fiddle doubling distorted guitar, lute and flutes, and huge frame war drums building from a low drone into a galloping finish.