Propala Hramota. Tseyvo. (Sorta)

Here it is – real, serious, exact. You know, about such dicks one is both eager and reluctant to speak – they bend to one's soul with their curves so that words become almost superfluous. But it is also desirable to keep quiet about such things only eye-to-eye, in order to by all means share one's feeling, warmth, acceptance. Just because you perceive the inner essence of this music as truthful and native. And you cannot perceive it otherwise, because there is such power, the force of roots – you won't mix it up with anything else. It is the foundation without which no modern music – interesting music – is possible at all. But, at the same time, there is exactly enough folk to allow bright, protuberant revealing of other constituents as well. There are enough of them here, even the instruments testify to that: in addition to the ordinary guitars, bass and drum machine, the album is inhabited by rababa, harmonica, mridang and something unnamed. Electric sounding alternates with light (acoustic) one, elements of fusion, funk, afrobeat, hip-hop, plus participation of Nina Garanetska and Andriy Sereda – there are enough decorations, and none is superfluous. But Pavlo Nechytaylo has such voice that... I just like both music by Propala Gramota, and the texts – but I am sure that this voice would charm even without instruments, and without words. Simply there is in all that something real, serious, exact...