Vitaly Kosarev digs through the wreckage of the familiar world as if there is something more valuable than another cat bowl buried there. His concerts are an observation of modernity from the position of a man who is at the same time an emigrant, a father and an ironic witness of an epoch where a dog can also be clever.
Kosarev deals with eternal themes - growing up, pride, ambition - without any overblown sincerity, and easily reaches global anxieties as if it were a question of buying bread. No one is at home in the end, everyone is a guest, and the surest way to survive the chaos is to laugh with restraint on the verge of exhaustion.
Whether it's the absurdity of Russia, nostalgia for places where there are now only plaques, or a domestic confrontation with millennials, Kosarev turns it all into a "quiet protest" against his own infantilization. And if somewhere it becomes too philosophical, it's probably another cat or grandfather who is to blame.
