Perkalaba. #gazzzuuu! /digi-pack/. (#speeeduup!)

Buzz and bliss – if briefly) The first reaction is just about exclamations, no words. This album starts off the reel, without any sympathy for those who are asleep – but, apparently, that's what they need. The re-born Perkalaba somehow miraculously manages to create a sense of psychedelic – without releasing the expected fog. On the contrary, this music is acutely transparent, direct, and sincere in a child-like way. But. It is made up of some sort of simple and clear pieces, but it is composed so that – just as in life – you suddenly find yourself at a theater of the absurd, and it is great joy that the absurd is so cheerful. In other words, the Orchestra of Joy and Happiness seems to hint: it is precisely this kind of music that should be played at the funeral of any reasonable psychonaut who does not see life and death as contrasting things, because all that is one whole. This Malanka-style cabaret with its otherworldly (other than any gray routine) irony sends ungodly drowsiness to dogs, to the four winds.. A sip of the pure and strong – that's what this album is.