Vombad. Visim hodyn na dobu. (Eights Hours a Day)

At last – there’s another new name. This fact itself causes joy. Though there are no obvious and faultless ties with Australia and its fauna here, still something marsupial is felt in this music. I cannot explain that. Fortunately, there’s something else. For example, as for sounding, in it gothic notes and moods are mixed with neo-romantic ones. On the one hand, this music is obviously urban, but on the other hand, I think, for some reason it would sound quite natural even in a forest or in a desert. Vocal performance. It resembles fog. It resembles the word "gentleman". And some kind of a specific detachment, like English one, but in no way exalted. In any way, emotions seem to be honest, and may be it is exactly by this fact that we can justify the general loading of pictures. In addition, the album by no means can be called sickly and exhausted. On the contrary, there’s some intelligent and at first sight imperceptible inner tension and force, which has nothing to do with muscles. If only we are not talking about the mentally psychological muscles. To make a long story short, it was pleasant to meet you.