Fanny Kaplan
Plastilin

THE REVIEW

The first business card is the name. Of the band.

The second business card is a cover of Dum Dum by the Butthole Surfers, and for cover a couple of quotation marks would be needed. But italics will suffice.

The third business card is a fragment from эдемов сад (Garden of Eden):

"It's all dark in Eden. And there's not a single tree here".

Eden?

So it seems.

If this is Eden, this Eden does not evoke Genesis. Rather, it brings to mind the suspended garden of Robert Smith. "Creatures kissing in the rain, shapeless in the dark again".

Here everything is dark, and little can be distinguished.

Two Siberian sisters and a drummer from Moscow. Synthetic deformations stolen from 1982, bass moving forward with strummed notes on booming strings. Hysterical tempos that drive the hi-hat crazy. The sensation that Stephen Morris has made himself heard even at these longitudes. Such dizziness as to find oneself at the center of an underground dancefloor, reverberated screams replacing the falsetto of the Bee Gees. Under a mirror ball that evokes not Tony Manero, but blurry images from beyond the Iron Curtain during the times of the Warsaw Pact. In low fidelity.

No melody.

"What we do is a combination of No-Wave and Cold Wave".

And I keep listening to you, and it all seems anything but 2016.

Thank you.