Tartak. Opir materialiv. (Resistance of Materials)

Do you remember the song "Hooligans" from the album "Music Letter of Happiness"? The majority of musicians who start their way with creative hooliganism, transform in the course of time and when recognition comes – they mature, become more solid and less sharp. That's a fact. But in relation to Sashko Polozhynsky – it is far not a fact. He, sure, matures as well – and not only physically – but this for some reason does not prevent him from looking and seeing, noticing and being engaged, understanding and – speaking. Loudly, brightly, sometimes recklessly. It is not known whether "Tartak" is afraid of being not heard – but it definitely is not afraid of expressing the truth as it sees it, without decorations or curtsies. Thus, with a noticeable shade of irony and even sarcasm – however, without cynicism. Such honesty may be not to somebody's liking – in the end, it is considerably more convenient and pleasant to listen to songs "about luff" and raggery, sex and drugs, as though nothing nowhere and never... It is convenient not to notice, it is convenient to look at the cover, it is convenient to delegate responsibility to others. Convenient, but – damn empty... In the case of "Tartak", there is no emptiness, but there is – life. And, by the way, love...