Dmitry Kolybelkin is a comedian for those who are not helped by nostalgia or detectives in headphones. His solo album is a warm confession of an adult who has realized too well: you live not for pleasure, but for procrastination and new deals with your conscience.
In his stories, cab drivers turn out to be agents, family discussions descend into performance art absurdity, and behind the ironies about immigration and foster children there is an unsolicited fear about the present and the future. Subtly, almost tenderly, he does not look for heroes or a way out - he, like the viewer, is just somewhere in between.
