Ruslan Tai builds his concert on the eternal conflict: the coziness of Almaty courtyards collides with American moping and the wild diversity of Kazakh traditions. This is a chronicle of those who grew up in the era of takeaway coffee and eternal misunderstanding with parents - where even pigeons don't mind mind minding their own business.
In "SHYKLR," a scorched field of family dramas and cultural clichés is treated with the tired irony of a man who thought too much about happiness and a little less about the boundaries between people. Ty isn't looking for blame: everyone here is part of one big awkward family correspondence, where vibro toys, ninja sex, and a longing for real intimacy break through.
