Igor Mamoushev, Ruslana Kvitka. Divchyno, mrij!

Really, this album is rather dreamy, at first it is even seems strange that in our days somebody can dream in such a way. But you will hear by yourselves. Some childish astonishment and infatuation for this world is felt behind the voice and the lyrics – sometimes it may seem that it is a bit naïve, as there is some natural simplicity both in lyrics and in intonations. And it wins you. At the same time, you may feel completely different worlds behind those musical patterns. Only a grown up person who has not forgotten his or her childhood yet is able to view the world in such a way – and tries to recreate it. And for that he or she uses the methods that are not known for childhood – and may be, childhood does not need them. That’s why here music is like a view on a dream from outside. It is like a nostalgic taste, or soft colours, or pauses, which are sometimes appropriate, while sometimes they are too short. Still, it is easy to understand that, because grown up people (at least according to their passport) often rush somewhere. In everything. May be, it is exactly because of all these things that you can find such tangle of moods, in which you can hear official pop art of the 80th and the bard songs at the same time. Besides, you may hear something else – only listen.

Anton Jozhik Leyba (Hedgehog)