
Solow - 5/8 Radio #176
A long time ago, on the Udelnaya railway platform, a gypsy woman predicted the perfect autumn mix for us. We’re snorted arrogantly and disappeared into the belly of the iron worm of a suburban train, and then Nikita Sologub aka Solow sent us a mix, and now we strongly believe in magic, because it is so good (yep, now we wear red threads on our wrists and ask our barbers to takeaway our hair after haircut). Nikita himself is elusive as an agile mosquito and we are tired to follow his movements on the Russian map of illegal raves. There are existing almost Homeric epics about his performances…
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