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A powerful erection of guitar reefs. Piercing, aesthetic cooked electronics. Chronicle and phantasmagoria of the big city, its center, where in every closet there is a skeleton, and each meeting is an event. The compressed "now" burns his face, the wind of "yesterday" hits in the back. Broadway or Nevsky? Music or text? Ironous, dashing and soundless. Without the Lyserian lamentations on the "shit" world. The world obeys the hero, gives him his own. The vocals are the real one.