Skryabin. Glamour.

Have you noticed that "Srjabin" almost never disappears for a long time? It seems to perform, create occasions for consideration – it is constantly somewhere near to the center of attention. At all that, it still remains – fair. A somewhat strange and very valuable quality, which only theoretically must be natural for public people. In practice, as is known, popularity corrupts to a certain extent – and frankness disappears somewhere. But "Srjabin" till now keeps the right to quietly express their own, probably not always pleasant, truth. These songs may be contradictory, ambiguous – but by no means can you call them empty. Cheerful and sad, loving and angry, wise and easy – they are sincere. It seems to me that this is a consequence of experience and attention – those that come through one's heart. Certainly, if it is not indifferent. As it is then that fear disappears from it – and there remains no place for anything except for truth and love. Without fake dazzle, without artificial ornaments. Without glamour. No, it is not a reproach addressed to such phenomenon as glam-rock (remember the 1980s?). Just once a glamour person was a carrier of a certain aesthetic idea, an active social position. Punk was choosing dirt, glam was choosing brilliant ornaments, but the both were – rock. And now glamour is simply a cover. And, apart from the rest, it has rather distant relation to music. By the way, speaking about music. This album by "Skrjabin" is just a sort of a greeting to the 1980s and 1990s, to neo-romanticism and everything connected with it. The guys, according to their own recognition, relaxed and just remembered the music they love – and it has appeared convincing.

Anton Jozhik Leyba (Hedgehog)