Transgalactica’s “Joyce Of The Market” Archives Coffin Ships to Corporate Horns

Once in a while, there are songs that emerge like it has clawed its way out from centuries just to tell history. Transgalactica’s Joyce Of The Market belongs to those few cuts, the kind that isn’t just for entertainment nor for a simple nostalgia.

It’s not hard to see why Joyce Of The Market is the Polish duo’s most personal release to date. The clever puns and humor doesn’t strip away the weight of history and truth, making it an accessible record of modern Ireland’s economic success, told in parallel with Poland’s own story.

The organ at the start feels like something you’d hear at an old, abandoned church and honestly? It’s a dead giveaway that you’re in for something great. The layers sitting under the deep, operatic vocals feel exceptionally dark and haunting, having that spectral grip of Genesis’ The Lamia and the foreboding grandeur of Deep Purple’s Perfect Strangers, all with their trademark style. 

Joyce Of The Market has wit and history right under each note that bites, snaps, and pulses. Lyrically, it archives Catholic dominance, diaspora, and oppression into wordplays and puns, something like a pamphlet you could hand out or maybe throw like a Molotov bottle on the streets. 

All in all, what you’ll get from Transgalactica’s Joyce Of The Market is a mosaic, with jagged edges from a historian’s memory and two musicians caught in the past’s endless persistence to be remembered. It’s a whole nation’s perseverance and pain, fighting their way to break into modernity only to be tangled in complexities of capitalism and joys of the market. 

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