KATYUSHA
Created on 28/08/2002Latest update on 12/02/2024
Artist: Valentina Batishcheva
Author: Matvei Blanter/Mikhail Isakovsky
Label: Apreïevka
Year: 1939
With Pavel Mikhailov and Vrevolod Tyndyunnik second and third voice. Art director Blanter of the CCCP State Jazz Orch. (conducted by Victor Kumshevitsky) was impressed by the vocal capacity of this 22 year old and gave her this new song, which she introduced in the Palace of the Union in November '38. During the war Valentina joined the army and performed her song at the frontline. Call it propaganda and an icon long before the Casatschok. It still inspires, even a cycling team.
Covers:
- 1939:
- 1939:
- 1943:
Felice Cascione [as Italian Partizan song Fischia Il Vento (The Wind Blows)]
- 1949:
Maria Dimitriadi [as O Hymnos Tou EAM; Greek partizan song]
- 1965:
Paul Mauriat [as Katioucha]
- 1967:
Boris Rubaschkin [who transformed the old song in Kasatschok as we know it]
- 1968:
Dimitri Dourakine [n°1 B & Fr as Casatschok; 'written' by Belgian keyboard player Leo Caerts Sr., ex Will Tura, also the man behind Eviva España (see there) and The Kids' first album]
- 1968:
Ivan Rebroff [as Katjuscha, in '70 as Casatschok; his version confused by faking to have old Cosack roots]
- 1969:
Alexandrov Karazov [as Casatschok]
- 1969:
Viktor Klimenko [from Finland]
- 1969:
Dreams [hit in Ireland]
- 1969:
Ria Valk [as Casatschok]
- 1969:
Rika Zaraï [as Casatchok]
- 1969:
- 1970:
- 1995:
- 2000:
Tatiana [all as Casatschok]
- 2002:
Jo Vally [as Nee Katie]
The Casatschok, wedding dj's secret weapon. Three minutes of wodka frenzy, turning the quietest uncle into a one-man-Red Army. Shoes flying galore, coccyx banging on the floor. How many circus doggies were forced to perform their trick on this madness? First on all fours, then on two, one and finally without any. Efficient Eastern European dancefloor folk, dragging and grabbing everyone, ladies first. Meanwhile, back in the windy steppes of Central Asia, along the frozen shores of the Volga river tennant farmers, boat pullers and peat bog diggers fixate a crumbled picture of pretty Katyusha, knowing very well they'll never get her.
