Perkalaba. Dzherga. /digi-pack/. (Rug/Cover)

In short, this is an album of "auto-covers": Perkalaba offers their own rethinking of their most famous songs. But it is necessary to say more, because Perkalaba is among those who even 15 years after the start are able to not only please, but also surprise. So – I suggest that you do not listen to the old versions to compare, at least not right away. Fragmented listening shatters everything. "Dzherga" in terms of its concept is not a collection, but a proper album. Holistic, powerful, and somewhat tragic in mood – despite its self-irony. For they say that the saltiest tears are those of the red guy who never stops joking and laughing.. This music inspires, I think, not so much motions of the body, as motions of thought. Different arrangements, different rhythms, accents, tricks, nuances (by the way, some song titles have also been significantly transformed) – as if a fiery dance over an abyss in the rye, as if a concentrated look into the eyes from darkness, when the sun is about to rise behind your back, but you look for an answer regardless of whether it actually appears. There is a sort of reckless depth that sometimes sends cold shivers down your skin – although this "red guy" is very well able to make a quick masterful gesture and hide the bottomless night behind another smile.. "Dzherga" will brighten up and warm up – the title is not accidental – but will hardly let you fall peacefully asleep. Sleeping is not for the living. Apparently, so.