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Olga Arefieva

Olga Arefieva and the Band "Kovcheg", 1991

Stupefaction and turmoil - these two words fit best to express the first impression from this work. Stupefaction from the utmost melodic richness. Turmoil from the strange fatal premonition of the end of the global drama: there just can't be anything more heartfelt and emotional. The last song. The last Fall. After it - nothing except for the infinite distance of the cold sky. And this isn't even an album yet; it's just a working recording, the quality of which leaves much to be desired. Of course, the melodic base has never disappeared anywhere from rock. In the ardor of fights for the acknowledged necessity of word and conscience, though, "the soldiers of rock-n-roll" sometimes forgot about it preferring rhythm, orchestration, image, and drive. It is true, in the very beginning "The Time Machine" searched melodism in Moscow's gateways, "Aquarium" - in the imposing melancholy of St.Pete's salons, "NP" later touched the thinnest strings of sentimentalism almost falling into platitude, "Agatha Christie" naturalized melodic clowning around and up to date ridicules the unsophisticated taste of the "open public". "The April March", almost embarrassed, produced two or three melodies. And there is something to be embarrassed about: sticking tunes are considered to be the privilege of the variety. We have been weaned off the notion that in beautiful melody there can be pride, and dignity, and - by far not always tender - sweetness. In their desperate melodism Olga Arefieva's songs sound like fierce endorsement of the good and the harmony, they bear something from the belief in Messiah's arrival, as if the Egyptian darkness of the Soviet rock has been penetrated by a powerful ray of light. And even rock-n-roll itself acquires a new supreme meaning coming back to its origins. Not the formal rhythm-and-blues origins, but the origins of the human soul. It's hard to find an analogy for this music. It doesn't exist even there where this music directly relates to - in the folk-rock, which is an indisputable virtue in our time of imitators.

A. Korshun
"Rock chronicle" N5 1991

Translated by O. Bezhina