Luka Kuplowsky’s voice is a paradox — at times it sounds too hushed to be captured, as if it’s going to disappear like smoke, then in the next instant it's as big as the sky. It is a voice that bends the ear to listen and whose music carves out a unique space for poetic language and improvisatory playfulness. In the last half-decade his songwriting has blossomed into a kaleidoscope of sounds that hinge on the interval between genres; somewhere between folk, jazz, ambient, blues, avant-pop and electronic.
His latest release "The Grass Grows, Antonych Grows (Росте Антонич, і росте трава) adapts Ukrainian poet Bohdan Ihor Antonych (1909-1937) to song, placing his poetry into a world of surreal and sensuous sonics. Kuplowsky wrote the record in what he described as a trance state, simultaneously writing and tracking a version of the album over six days, arranging and collaging Antonych’s poetry into song on his Yamaha PSR. Bringing the songs to his collaborators months later, the record opened into a wide scope of jazz, new age and cosmic balladry.
