Let Russian language in the names not mislead you – this is an ultimately instrumental album, an absolutely different language sounds here, the language of quiet heart. However, for the sake of justice we shall specify that Dmytro Krasnouhov was really born in Russia. But he has already for many years been living in Kyiv, actively performing virtually all through Ukraine – for the pleasure of everyone who prefers transparent music not overburdened with arrogance. Under his hands, real piano is born – light, soft, tender plays captivate, make things around very simple. It is, I think, simplicity of master skills, behind which there are, probably, quite complicated things. The feeling arises that all melodies of the album look for one thing – unification of everything with everything. And each of them in its own way finds this harmony, bears it in itself – but on the open palm, not hiding. And how many melodies, how many faces, and all of them are different, but all of them have eyes of the same color – pure. It is important. Personally I for some reason think that Dmytro managed to merge in his music the western mind and eastern heart – at some level where no definitions have any sense anymore. I won’t be able to explain, I am silent. He – let him play.
Anton Jozhik Leyba (Hedgehog)