exactly. most turkish folk released these days when it tries to symphonise or modernise becomes like aural wall paper to uphold a nominal notion of conservatism. gone are the days of listening to the angelic voice in a smokey back street cafe wondering how to make hope out of turmoil. it's literally got to the point of a relatively rapid cataclysm in the mode of production or nothing. otherwise everything is ruthlessly subsumed. people have fears about artificial intelligence and they can't see that the forces dominating us are neither human nor machine but vampire. we need to leave these romantic notions at a cross roads. luckily we have an unprecedented archive of past music to study.