It goes faster and then ends with a rock-star flourish. There's a sense of tradition with a spirit of adventure. The versatility is stunning.
Romanian horns weep softly, like an army band gone wrong.
The despair is thick and real, more so when Liam O Maonlai reads the names of the fallen. The drums recede, and a storm begins. A flute echos from afar, guitars give it force, an army of bagpipes create a menacing pride. Blades slice the air, a jawharp twangs, flutes soar like birds. It dances, it explodes and a dozen emotions come all at once.