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With a delay, but nevertheless we review the chic plate of the late 2001: on the stage-Rostov VIA "Forbidden drummers", at the microphone-Garik Osipov, also known as Count Khortitsa: writer, translator, radio host, expert on such music and such words Which in our time is brought to hear infrequently. All this is sold as an authentic entry of the Rostov Philharmonic Ensemble "Parents of the Young", made on a mysterious settlement on March 17, 1975 and intended for the personal phonotext of Urzhenko Sergey Vasilievich, our great greetings to him. It’s really easy to deceive: sound, repertoire, common mood-quite a restaurant band of the seventies, some “Magadan guys” playing Igor Ehrenburg, George Maryanovich, blues standards and a song about bomers. It seems that it is even audible how someone rattles with a fork or, "as always by accident," puts the text.

He released a label plate with the magnificent name "Mystery of Sound." The sound here is understandable - sharp, almost obscene timbres of synthesizers, bare solo on guitars, Kabatsky swing. But the mystery is also all right: Anton Shandor Lave also noticed that the most occult notes are usually in the sections of the discerned, all forgotten grampes-and they are exchanged primarily because of the magical feeling that you listen to this particular composition, maybe, maybe You are alone on the planet. But where did we still hear, for example, a song about how two Jews stole the plane? And the futuristic fantasy "Electricity" - about the fact that electricians are in the future, and the electric prosecutors will be caught (together with the reservation "At the Baron Wrangel everything is electric!")? And ... and here you can, in fact, list the entire content of the plate, starting from the little thing "your photo" ("If I have someday I will drown in the ocean, I will not forget to look at your photo") and ending with a bonus track " We lie with you in a small coffin. " Here is our Anti-Woodstock, dear listeners.