That record is about static in desperately, on high speed, changing reality through windows of cars from Russian 90s. When news here were about killers and acts of terrorism, on the entrance doors were photo-robots of some really weird boys and girls, when your father may did not come home – criminal, love, existential, shocking, nice, weird and so on and etc. Movement that happened in cars.
The music is about that cars, about it consciousness. About how cars remember that. How they record it on magnetic tapes with some shitty music, before someone stole the deck. If you will watch this 25 minutes music film — it is about some kind of fake memories or how memory become nostalgia sadness on some fiction. Past become blurry and romantic, but it is not. It is dangerous and distract us from understanding the present time, which is not exist properly for us. I am terrified how true memories becomes pleasant and dreary fantasy. It is certainly scares – to feel present as it is and to abandon the subjective past, to realise past without personal binding. While we are dreaming our fake past, – our lives fucked by some more or less unromantic gentlemen motivated only by holding power and controlling big amounts of money, exactly the same time when you are trying to live your life.