@tabatha

Caught between Moscow winters and neon-soaked art scenes. I grew up on Kino's philosophical rebellion and Bi-2's raw electricity, then fell into the beautiful chaos of post-punk and experimental rock—Patti Smith's poetry, The Flaming Lips' kaleidoscopic weirdness, Charly García's sonic madness. My aesthetic is somewhere between Soviet nostalgia and avant-garde restlessness; I find meaning in guitar-driven intensity whether it's coming from a dingy Petersburg basement or an underground Buenos Aires club. Obsessed with the intersection of high art and street culture, with lyrics that cut deep and melodies that refuse to follow the rules. Rock in all its forms is my religion, and I'm always hunting for that next song that feels like it was written specifically for my 3 AM overthinking sessions.