
The Kino group in its new incarnation, collected by the son of Tsoi Sasha and the guitarist Yuri Kasparyan, has already recorded two anti -war tracks since the beginning of the war. The new version of the legendary "nuclear zone" is one of the main pacifist songs of Russian rock. And “love of weapons” is a cover on the hit of the “object of ridicule”, which has long broken up and half-forgotten punk group of the 80s. Now she is remembered mainly due to the fact that Tequilajazzz, stars and idols of zero grew out of it.
The leader of the “object of ridicule” of Ricochet, like Tsoi, has long been no living. His vocal part was performed by the vocalist of Tequila Evgeny “Ai-Ai-Ai” Fedorov. And the song itself is a satire for militaristic propaganda and militaristic education. “Children aim in passers -by, they do not need a plush bear,” Fedorov sings. More than 30 years have passed, but in essence nothing changes. This is about unfortunate children in caps and camouflage, which are full of VK. And about Alenka, who changed the floor and became a boy Alyosha, who welcomes troops and dreams of becoming a tankman. “Mom, give me a gun! Mom, give a landing platoon! "
“To the corpses through the corpses,” Sings Zemfira, who left Russia almost immediately after the start of the war. This is her first anti -war song from February 24. There was still a clip "Don't shoot!" With shots of missile shelling, but this is a clip for an old thing.
In the "meat" Zemfira does not call for anything to anything, hopes that they will hear, no. She sings on the face of a soldier. This is a chronicle of spring, filled with fear and pain, a chronicle of the transformation of a person into an inhuman substance, into meat, into food for war.
What kind of war is there, there is no doubt, there are too many accurate signs:
*Spring in the calendar, but in reality -
Trenches and rockets high -precision
Large range,
In Mariupol is midnight!*
And the worst thing is that all this is in vain. There is no real reason to die. There is no goal. And death without a goal, for nothing - this does not happen worse. “Where did we come? Why did we come? I will look for the answer for the rest of my life. Pray for me, pray ... "
When Navalny is against official accusations that he offended officials and oligarchs, and then they raise a red flag over the destroyed Ukrainian cities and talk about nationalization - it feels like he was in a crazy house. Under the red flag they protect the oligarchs and fight with the former Soviet Republic! Nationalize enterprises in the pocket of Putin's friends! There is clearly something wrong with terms and head. No, they do not revive the Soviet Union, but a completely different state.
Under the red flag, other ideals must be protected, according to the vocalist of the Arkady Kot group Kirill Medvedev. This song, he says, “dedication to our grandmothers and other relatives who survived the Second World/Great Patriotic War and conveyed the entire correct part of the Soviet heritage to us personally. War, fascism, inequality is very bad. The world, labor and friendship of peoples are very good. This is the base that today is trying to knock out from under our feet, using what they believed in what our Soviet relatives were built and what our Soviet relatives were built. We will not give it. ”
The video used Soviet and modern anti -war posters. They are very similar.
The newly released single of the old Nizhny Novgorod group "Chronop". The song was written back in the late eighties, but recorded only now. The story made a circle, a round of a spiral and was in a place that is already familiar to those who have been living for a long time. The rock-song of the 80s is now actually sounded: “Your dad-fascist!”, “Do not shoot”, “Generation of wipers and watchmen” ...-as if it were written now.
The psychedelic composition “Chronopa”, a psychedelic clip - it would seem that all this is inappropriate against the background of that nightmare that is happening to the west of Nizhny Novgorod. But this is, indeed, a random war and random, unreasonable victims. We live in reality in which anything can happen. Unpredictable world. The world, as a person from under whom a chair was knocked out, hung in a free flight. We are not us, we ourselves will not recognize. Hence the psychedelia.
*It was not me
After all, I was different
completely different <...>
Holy duty
My shameful duty <...>
rakes us
Podges us
Our homeland*