More and more Russian artists are trying to gain a foothold in the Western market. Fortunately, however, Mr Putin is not yet able to prescribe the success of these activities. The singer Ekaterina Borkova, Ekat Bork for short, has found her new home in Switzerland. But instead of working there on something genuinely corresponding to her roots, she tries to reinvent the eclectic pop escapades of the eighties. Her pushy bad English raises the question why she didn't sing the songs in Russian. In an ever more cosmopolitan pop landscape it is no longer a problem to bring in Slavic vocabulary. But with this helplessly spread English failure, the partly refined arrangements and avant-garde mixes are unfortunately driven against the wall just as much as the socially critical approach of the partly completely incomprehensible lyrics. A little more courage to speak their own language, and the album could have been a pleasing dash of colour on the European pop map.
Top Track: Wild Nature