Serhiy Babkin. #neubyvai. /digi-pack/. (#donotkill)

It's nice when a musician has something to say. The value of what is said is not determined by its amount, of course, but more than 70 minutes of high-quality music – that's still good. And Babkin produces quality – both in his music, in lyrics. The entire album is like a quilt – it seems to be integral and yet virtually every song has such an expressive individuality that sometimes you wonder how it comes that there is a niche for it here. And you start pulling the strings, catching internal links and overlaps, layer quilt pieces, and look through them against the light. It depends – sometimes you see a common core, then everything crumbles to pieces – and suddenly constellates as a new pattern. The album has turned very agile, very mobile in this sense – senses. The words are either stamped as aphorisms, or scatter as if a torn string of beads made of sound intricacies. It appears that Babkin does not tend "to freeze in bronze". But in his small theater there are enough shadows and light – enough to grudge about, and to petrify in awe. Everything is in the eye of the beholder, and here – there is enough for everyone to see.