Rura. Rura.

In order to make it a bit clearer at once, we will say the following: the group Rura was assisted in preparation and release of this album by, among others, the groups Perkalaba and Pan Pupets. And not only (im)morally but also physically – parties by the invited musicians sound in the recording. Among them – the wind section by Perkalaba. However, "tell me who your friend is" – it is true, but it does not give a hundred percent picture. However, percents have never been friends with pictures. And when we say that Rura plays moderately lighthearted folk-punk, in which ska and reggae matter a lot but leave enough space for ballad moods – is that sufficient? It appears somehow dry, it does not – I quote – does not pull in... And if you season it with cream and mustard sauce squeezed from brit-pop moods? And sweeten a little bit with peppered romanticism – will this clarify anything? Scarcely. But Rura laughs, and no names are needed for this. Even words are not really needed for this – Rura's laughter can be heard in the music, disregarding the words. Although, in the end, even joyful punk – is punk. You might decorate it, stuff with candies, season with syrup, everything will slip, flow down – and what will remain to you is the bare NO! Or something else, not less convincing... But Rura laughs – and who might prevent it? Not this world for sure...