Ilya Zonov's abstract, elaborate and percussionate sounds have reached us from Russia. Tracks of wide range, metrical narration and marginal decoration. Sharply-edged and rushed by adrenalin we speed towards a nasty, ice-cold intoxication. We put the brakes on in the very last moment and float towards the warm promise of the ruby morning sun on an eight lane city highway. This trip is served with cigar smoke, cold drinks and an itsy-bitsy shot of 90s. Off we go - welcome back to KONKORD, minimal music!