Sami Svoji. Smarahdy. (Emeralds)

In order to belong here, you need to, probably, be an urban resident whose roots grow deeper than the asphalt level. You need to, probably, feel that culture grows simultaneously in steppes, and abroad, and at shooting, and through fortune telling, and on memory, and on awareness. Not only due to, but also – despite a lot of manifestations of this world. You need, probably, to afford being sharp, acute, rebellious, incompatible – and on this edge to confront contradictions, to mix them up, to re-fuse. And – to take from them something of one's own, live. Sami Svoi do not look for rest – at least, not now. There are too many things requiring purification – it is not the time to sit with your hands folded. The matter of this life expects for labor – and Sami Svoi have the necessary energy. It is revealed in everything – and in the lyrics, none of which is just rhymed gibberish. And in the voice of Oleh Suharev – a bit nervous, mobile, it attracts attention, does not let you calm down and be distracted. And in the music – the violin and electric guitar seem to argue with the rhythm section and the voice of the panpipe, and simultaneously feed them up. In the end, in order to belong here – you need to, probably, be yourself...