Karbido, Yuri Andrukhovych. Cinnamon (with "India" supplement). (CD + miniCD). /digi-pack/

Possibly, Yuri Andrukhovych did not exaggerate too much when he said that he did not expect any significant external resonance from his work with Karbido – he just had a lot of fun in the process. But sells-out during the whole "cinnamon" tour – are already a fact, and a pleasant one. Because it proves once again that the "underground" in the today's culture is not dust-covered nooks of outsiders, but a large and powerful soil, on which both bizarre-acute-eternal questions, and paradoxically simple answers grow surprisingly richly open to all the six sides of the world. You know, as they say, "there are more good people, but the bad ones are better organized". The same is true about fanciful music – the only thing is that one listens to it not in a crowd but in solitude. For the rest, everything is as simple as that. In the end, well, what if it is rude? Psychodelic post-rock with a jazz aftertaste, text pictures right through which the border between transparency, marginality and grotesque passes, plus performance of these texts by the author. And in total – everything is done so delicately, and this imaginary simplicity contains so many layers, hints and passage-ways, that one just cannot raise one's hand to take the disc out from the record player. And it seems that there is no space of universal scale, however, the space present here reminds cheese, in which the larger the holes are – the tastier it is, because in every hole – there is its own counting and direction of time...