Album Review: Γυρίζει Ο Τροχός Δεν Έκαψα Τα Γράμματα by Κ. Πολίτης
If you’ve ever wondered what happens when Greek folk vibes meet raw emotion on a plate of nostalgia, then Γυρίζει Ο Τροχός Δεν Έκαψα Τα Γράμματα is your ticket to that slightly chaotic but beautiful ride. Released under the Parlophone label, this Laïkó gem from Κ. Πολίτης feels like sitting in a smoky taverna somewhere in Greece at 2 AM, where everyone’s got a story they’re itching to tell—whether you want to hear it or not.
Let’s dive into two tracks that’ll stick with ya longer than last night's souvlaki stain on your shirt.
First up, "Δεν Έκαψα Τα Γράμματα" (translation: "I Didn’t Burn The Letters"). This one hits hard because, let’s face it, who hasn’t held onto something—or someone—they probably should’ve let go of ages ago? The melody wraps around you like an old sweater, warm and familiar, while the lyrics tug at those heartstrings we all pretend don’t exist. It’s the kind of song that makes you wanna dig out that box of old letters stashed under your bed—and maybe even read them again. Spoiler alert: You’ll cry.
Then there’s "Γυρίζει Ο Τροχός" ("The Wheel Turns"), which kinda sounds like life itself—messy, unpredictable, and full of unexpected detours. The instrumentation here is killer; bouzouki riffs so sharp they could cut glass, paired with a rhythm that just begs for some impromptu dancing. There’s a bittersweetness to it, though, like realizing time waits for no one—not even you sipping ouzo on a random Tuesday evening. By the end of the track, you’ll feel both wiser and oddly lighter, as if the universe whispered, “Hey, buddy, keep spinning.”
Now, why does this album work? Well, it doesn’t try too hard to be cool—it just is. It wears its heart on its sleeve without caring if anyone thinks it’s cheesy. And honestly, isn’t that refreshing? In a world full of overproduced beats and auto-tuned voices, these songs remind us that sometimes simplicity packs the biggest punch.
So yeah, listen to this album. Maybe pour yourself a glass of wine—or three—and let it wash over you. Just don’t blame me if you start randomly crying in public or booking flights to Athens. Oh, and fun fact: after listening to this record, I suddenly developed an inexplicable craving for baklava. Coincidence? Probably not.
Final verdict: 8/10. Not perfect, but damn close enough to make you forget about whatever Netflix show you were binge-watching.