The mystery surrounding Jaan feels less like affectation and more like necessity. This anonymous collective—or singular entity, the press notes coyly refuse to clarify—operates across continents with the restlessness of someone perpetually between destinations, and *Baghali* bears the dust and dislocation of that itinerant existence. Compiled from recordings made during a year spent navigating snowstorms, cancelled flights, and abandoned spaces stretching from Greenland to the Middle East, the album functions as both travelogue and fever dream, a collage of moments that refuse easy categorization.