Gloom — darkness, the voice of oblivion, Russian trip-hop where "Russian" is not the same as "Russian Federation," and trip-hop is not canonical. About a friend with sharp horns and hooves, about moments where tears are unseen, about a heroine from an Ivan Bilibin illustration—but against a backdrop of asphalt, glass, and concrete. A cold grin in melodies and arrangements, folklore not as a format but as emotion. Twice you'll want to dance while trying to swallow the lump in your throat.