Sex

I’ve got a really GREAT mood today. By accident I came across the web-site with the music of one of my lovest band “Luk”, and of course, it is from Kharkov. J And what is more, there is the new album on this site called “Sex”.

I love Luks very much. Why? Because they don’t strain yourself. Because they are bright and joyful. Because they emit HAPPINESS. Because they are cool. And because they are from Kharkov.

Each their note hits right inside, sweeps out all the gloom from inside and makes you smile. They have plenty of guitars, plenty of rhythm and lots of synthesisers. And I should say they are excellent during their live concerts. I’d say even more: you should get acquainted with their music only on their live concerts. And they are better in the small stages in the nightclubs, than during bug live shows.

“Sex” – is their third album. Luks are relatively famous around ex-USSR, and their last disc is played in the same manner that previous two. The music has become more in radio-format. I don’t mean at all that Luks were chewed up by that junky pop-celebrities, and are under radio-station’s thumb at all. There are just several true radio-hits for pop-, and not-really-pop-stations. And that is, my dear, an extremely good and wonderful thing – the more people listen to the good and cheerful music, the better the world is.

All in all, I’m glad and happy!

I'll change topic a bit, and won't write about serious stuff. What i'm going to write about is the things that surround me.

All day long there was a fog. The fog was real, as large as life - very dense, heavy and damp. A very unusual feeling, i should say - I've seen such thick veil only in Kalmar. And the scene around was awfully interesting: it was a deep night with street-lights, and moreover those lights were blurred, as if someone editid the picture in Photoshop. It was an interesting sensation of something not real, as if you are watching a photoalbum of a famous artist, or an art-house movie of a cool director. And the sounds - that was something unimaginable, i should say! have you ever heard the hedgehogs, rustling with their little pawns on the fallen leaves? I have, and that was in Kalmar.