Dragutin Tadijanović - Prsten Izabrane Pjesme

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Review by Scott Lindsay

Prsten Izabrane Pjesme: A Raw Punch of Poetry That Still Kicks Alright, let’s get one thing straight—this isn’t your typical "put it on and vibe" kind of album. Prsten Izabrane Pjesme by Dragutin Tadijanović is not music; it’s a bare-knuckle brawl with words, poetry read out loud like someone just shoved their soul into a microphone. Released in 1965 in Yugoslavia, this record screams raw emotion, no instruments needed, just the gravelly voice of Tadijanović himself cutting through silence like a knife. First off, let’s talk about “Balada O Zaklanim Ovcama.” This track hits you hard, man. It's brutal and haunting as hell. You can almost smell the blood-soaked earth while listening to it (yeah, I said it). The imagery here feels like being punched in the gut—it doesn’t hold back. Every word drips with pain and anger, but there’s also something oddly beautiful about how heavy it all feels. Like yeah, life sucks sometimes, but at least we’re feeling something real, right? Then there’s “Nosim Sve Torbe A Nisam Magarac,” which sticks with me for its sheer defiance. Dude sounds pissed off, like he's shouting down every person who ever doubted him. There’s zero chill in his delivery—it’s raw, unfiltered rage wrapped up in poetic lines. And honestly? It’s kinda inspiring. It reminds you that even when people pile crap onto your shoulders, you don’t have to be their damn donkey. The whole album has this gritty, analog feel thanks to Lacquer Cut By - ZP, whoever they are. But really, this is Tadijanović’s show. He reads these poems like his life depends on it, and maybe it did back then. Who knows what was going through his head in '60s Yugoslavia? Whatever it was, it made him pour gasoline over his emotions and light a match. Now, here’s the kicker: why does an album like this still matter today? Maybe because everyone’s so busy chasing beats and hooks that we forgot how powerful plain old words could be. Or maybe because hearing someone yell into the void never gets old. Either way, Prsten Izadrane Pjesme slaps harder than most stuff out now. Just saying. And hey, if nothing else, it makes me wanna write my own messed-up poem and scream it into my phone mic. So thanks for that, Dragutin.

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Artist: Dragutin Tadijanović
Album: Prsten Izabrane Pjesme

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  • FLAC size: 616 mb

Tracks

TrackDurationPreview
Goranov Epitaf Skriven U Planinskom Lišću
Večer Nad Gradom
Uvijek Će Padati...
Žene Pod Orahom
Prsten
Visoka Žuta Žita
Mjesečina
Žuta Ptica
Dugo U Noć, U Zimsku Bijelu Noć
Šume Snivaju
Nosim Sve Torbe A Nisam Magarac
Jedan Čovjek U Parizu
Kad Mene Više Ne Bude
Balada O Zaklanim Ovcama
Jutarnja Zvijezda Pozlaćen Orah
Da Sam Ja Učiteljica

Labels

Nakladni Zavod Matice Hrvatske

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Formats

  • Vinyl
  • 7"

Companies

RoleCompany
Pressed ByJugoton

Credits

RoleCredit
Lacquer Cut ByZP
Read ByDragutin Tadijanović

Notes

Came with the book "Prsten: Izabrane Pjesme".

Barcodes

  • Matrix / Runout (Side A): UMC6A 3465 ZP
  • Matrix / Runout (Side B): UMC6B ZP 3465

About Dragutin Tadijanović

Name Vars

  • D. Tadijanović

Interesting fact about Album

Did you know that the album *Prsten Izabrane Pjesme* by Dragutin Tadijanović is not a music album at all? Released in 1965 in Yugoslavia, it’s actually a poetry record. Instead of songs, it features Tadijanović himself reading his poems aloud. Tracks like *Šume Snivaju* and *Balada O Zaklanim Ovcama* are brought to life through his voice, making it more of a spoken word experience than a musical one. It’s like sitting in a quiet room, listening to the poet share his innermost thoughts. Neat, right?