Funny bunch, the Slovenians. They have a perfectly good musical tradition spanning the centuries... but then they go and grab some twee tosh from the Austrian side of the Alps, and claim it as their own. Sort of oompah/squeezebox noises, making the musical equivalent of a chocolate box painting.
In more recent times, the sickly vocals of Croatian chanteuses have been the choice of the daytime radio jocks, not least because the masses like it. Still, can't say much for most of the sad excuse for pop music being produced in the U of K recently, so I'll shut up now.
Here's a run-down, but briefly: ignore all of it and buy all of Magnifico's albums while you have the chance. Click on the pictures for snippets (apart from Murko, natch).
CDs to listen to