Digest of our music: Augustus

Following the Ivandornovsky Council, OQJAV versions 2.0 discards constraint and enters the territory of languid lounge-pop-powder for evening salons under the keyboards and dramas. In a couple of this newfound salon, the song-jumps of Vadim Korolev’s songs are performed here practically (and twice literally) resort languor-the new OQJAV is permeated with a sunny summer slowdown when the time filled exclusively with all sorts of trifles of a romantic properties is invisibly melting like ice cream left on the bench, and it is strange to regret it. It is a little sorry for the sound experiments that the second album of the Martha was so rich in, but at the same time, the “traitor” has the feeling that it was the creative vision of Vadim himself, and not his instrumental colleagues crystallize. So, probably, even better.