The music of Daj Ognia wanders between Poland and Scandinavia, playing at dancehouses, stypas and sacred groves. Along the way, they stop at painted gates in inns on the frozen Baltic Sea. They play to the feet and reverie of people from thatched roofs and asbestos roofs, interweaving the musical traditions of the north and south. They play old country tunes in their own anachronistic fashion, evoking the moods of an imaginary village - a plebeian ruckus, echoes of rituals, cries of death in maidenhood and the stomping of bare feet on frozen soil. Weaving a musical tale, they make use of the sounds of archaic string lyres, traditional singing, bagpipes, drums and bones, weaving together into a melancholy yet uplifting sound.