Sasha Maloy is a comedian whose concerts always smell of tired irony and slight disappointment. In his continuous reflections on women, everyday life and his own failures, he has no illusions: even the technology is against him, and in a moment of weakness there is no one to save him, except for another meaningless thought.
In "Fallen Angel" one feels a doomed attempt to find meaning amidst the everyday absurdity. And in "Concierto Vulgar" - a chronicle of loneliness against the backdrop of the Moscow depression, where even the police play the role not of guards, but of characters in a local farce. Here, a joke is not a cure, but a way to mark another impasse, when even the most vulgar episode becomes a philosophy of survival.
Maloy is in no hurry to give hope: his humor is a cynic's weapon and the only habit that neither the metropolis nor life on the provincial margins can take away.
