VovaZiL'vova. Vyno, kobity, patifon. (Wine, lasses, gramophone)

Personally for me it began with the song about Sykhiv – "My District". Then it became clear that the sense of this music is not in costumes, freaks, decorations... then it felt warm. And then this album was released – and now I know a bit more than before, and I like this knowledge. Here, there is something so honest and very open – something that makes you listen more attentively. And it suddenly appears that there are no masks, that Vova from Lviv is a living man, not just the project's name. And this man is hurt and cheered exactly as you are – certainly, if it hurts and cheers you up. He simply remains himself – and it impresses much stronger than any imaginary coolness. Because one feels – it is not empty here. Softly and quite unobtrusively, he narrates, contemplates, jokes, remembers, dreams up – and convinces. It is strange and nice to note that there is no aggression in it – though usually rap, due to its origins, associates exactly with aggressive presentation. Vova from Lviv unnoticeably destroys this stereotype, brings it down to nothing. In front of us we can see a reciter interested in all of earthly displays of life plus philosophy, literature, religion, and etc. But, presumably, the brightest, significant feature of these songs is tolerance. (the gratitude for the freebee looks as an appropriate addition here). In my personal opinion, it is this tolerance, non-aggressiveness that makes the album – very Ukrainian. Special. I think the author has all the reasons to be proud of it – great work.

Anton Yozhyk Leyba (Hedgehog)