Digest Russian -language music: Augustus

For Muscovites from the Punk Frament of Red Brigades, loud words made in the name of the group are not at all an empty phrase. The noisy, dirty guitar punk of the team is mercilessly cheese, defiantly slanting and frantically politicized-it equally spit on the listener's comfort and his sense of beautiful and who can be cut for their mocking-nobive texts, sown, as if on purpose, past all notes with a poisonous grin. The basement damp of the sound of “punk fraction” is praised by unexpectedly with a sucking anger and a very real Pankovsky spit. Such a group should be found not on the Internet, but in some spanned basement without any hint of a sign, by chance, on a gouged stage, at a concert for a handful of obdated people, next to whom it would be scary in other circumstances. Punk has not died, but just always groin, joyfully and angrily informs us of the group, and the form in which they give this message on the “Red Mongeons missiles”, deserves to be happy to smash a bottle of beer about someone's head-at least about their own.

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