Ostrava Days transformed the old mining town into a laboratory of sound, where contemporary music pressed its way out between dust, drones, and Dadaist madness.<br />

Slowly the idea of universality is dissolving, experimental music exists everywhere and in every genre – Abbasi, Eizirik and Sanchéz-Chiong in conversation.

Warsaw Autumn is on its way to becoming a victim of its own success, James Black writes in his essay from the Polish capital.