S.T.i X. project. Platnyj pljazh na Stixi.

An eccentric creation of an eccentric art – so, what’s of that? It is that eccentric people are like litmus. When they are present, there’s life. When they aren’t present – there’s existence. This is a very simple verification. By the way, what do you expect to hear at this disc (a double one, as any thoughts of people)? Do you expect to hear opera? Ha! Or rock music? Hm… I do hope that you don’t expect that – if that's the case, there’s the chance that in this desperate shout into the space of personal silence, fear and hope there will sound a note, or a sparkle, necessary exactly for you. This album is really like an explosion, about which you suddenly understand that it is not so much an explosion outside, but most likely an explosion inside. When you look through the window, it moves away. When you knock on the door, it moves near. When you pass by, it is over. A pauper with the walk of a tsar, who is capable to see so many shadows in the eyes of people, that in sum they are the darkest night – that one, which precedes the dawn. And only those, who do not run away from it, know that it is the lightest one. Besides, both a pauper and a tsar have only two coins for Kharon – and both of them lie in the past. Make love now – everything is SO simple.

Anton Jozhik Lejba (Hedgehog)