A documentation of late 90s Moscow, scary and fun. Vodka is sold in stalls at any time of the day, someone is OD'ing on heroin, while the youth on the outskirts are discovering British post-punk.
This dub, transplanted to the Ural land gave strange, radioactive fruits. Tropical vibes intersect with Russian hopelessness and humor, from which it is not clear whether to laugh or cry.
The semi-mythical industrial record from Arkhangelsk; it's not a sin to put this on a par with the albums of Zoviet France and Nurse with Wound. Made of shit and sticks, timeless, like Russian life.