Dima Moskvin in his solo album "Loser" collects a collection of life's blunders and methodically tries to prove: if there is logic in it, it's just one of those things that it's better not to find. The mood is ironic, slightly absurd, with rare flashes of hope that usually end like all good things.
The main idea is simple and unpleasant: "loser" is not a sentence, but rather a stability that at least you don't have to maintain. Domestic observations are interspersed here with a little theater and self-irony, so that what emerges is a coherent story about how not to lose your mind when the universe is clearly not in the mood.
