5/8 : radio

Mikhail Alexandrovich opened his eyes with an effort. During the night his apartment became so cold that his face felt like a heavy ice mask. The smell of rain and rotting leaves wafted into the bedroom from the open window. Everything inside Mikhail Alexandrovich crumpled because of the mere thought that he would have to get out of bed in all this September nightmare. He imagined his cold hands,...

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Tonya was twelve years old. On the small screen of the «Toshiba» color TV were corrugated potato chip floating in zero gravity, news anchor Ken Brockman went nuts and welcoming a race of giant ants to Earth, and a drunken Barney Gumble flew off on a jetpack stolen from NASA with a bottle of champagne in his hand. Glasses clinked in the kitchen. Father received a prepayment and brought Turkish swee...

Serafima tightly squeezed the hand of Leonid Borisovich. It almost instantly became wet either from the August heat, or from the excitement of the moment. Looking at the pond, which reflected a twelve-story panel building called the "candle" by the locals, she asked: "Lenya, would you also want all of this to last forever?". At first Leonid Borisovich wanted to nod as a sign of agreement, but then...

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How a decent person should spend the rest of the summer? To rust, being an old swing, lonely standing in a deserted courtyard on the outskirts of the city. To lie down, having turned out to be the empty beer bottle, forgotten on the shore of a muddy lake. To buzz, becoming a 50-cc engine of a scooter rushing through the Veshnyaki district at three in the morning. To rejoice, having turned Tijani B...

Argentinian malbec or Chilean carménère? Majestoso or Superclásico? Mario Vargas Llosa or Gabriel García Márquez? Rio de Janeiro or Rio de Zhulebino? All these questions quietly pop into your mind while familiar reality fades into the haze of a sultry evening on the Copacabana Beach. Behind the fat layer of misted beer bottles, tanned buttocks, favelas that stuck around the surrounding hills, and...

На этих кассетах с пожелтевшим пластиком записана музыка, сопровождавшая романтические переживания людей. Эта была записана в сентябре 2017 года в Фукуоке (福岡市).

Sergei Mikhailovich Zobov went up to his house. He was having a tough day, so his body urgently needed a cigarette and a nap. As he stood on the balcony he unbuttoned his shirt and imposingly lit a cigarette. The warm wind tousled the sparse hair on his head, and the setting June sun gently burned his pale chest. There were aroma of roasting potatoes coming from neighboring apartment and the loud...

@untitledel b2b @primitiwe As intriguing as a long-abandoned professorial dacha in the «Luch» cooperative. As provocative as Andre Agassi's lush wig at the Roland Garros finals in 1990. As charming as the name of a prostitute from an advertisement on the drainpipe of a house on Saperny Lane. As casual as talking to a complete stranger after a fourth glass of lager beer. We’re talking about today's...

When there are no dirty dishes in the kitchen sink. When you're wearing your sexiest pants. When you’re easily opening a bottle of beer with a lighter. When the cloud looks like a fat dog. When someone's mustache tickles you. When you decide to lick your reflection in the mirror. When watermelon juice flows down the chin. When you wake up to a lamppost on Kalarash street. Finally, when you're Zvon...

На этих кассетах с пожелтевшим пластиком записана музыка, сопровождавшая романтические переживания людей, родившихся в 80-х. Эта была записана в июле 2002 года в Тбилиси.

You enter an old elevator. You press the falling button with the number "11". With a terrible roar the mechanical giblets come into motion. Here your troubled school friend was melting old, still plastic floor keys with a lighter. Here you were unexpectedly kissed after drinking six cans of cheap lager together at a local pond. Here you failed to decide who is still the best cyclist: Anquetil or M...

You need to calm down. You’re closing your eyes and imagining yourself as a bulky man in his fifties on a commuter train. A pleasant fatigue spreading through your body, a plastic bag with the cans of «Baltika» beer rustling in your hands, another dachas passing outside the window, your thick mustache slightly tickling your lower lip. Everything seems to be good, but something is missing. You turn...

You decide to finally clean up the drawer in your desk. You pull out a 1992 calendar with the Bulgarian football club «Etar», a postcard with the Riga TV tower sent to you by a person whose bare buttocks you sometimes remember, then you’ll pull out a bitter resentment for the fact that in the eighth grade no one called you to dance at school disco, and a dusty mix of Krjuk for 5/8: the radio which...

Another late night on a weekday. Lying in your panel box there is no way you can fall into the arms of the restless sleep. You listen to something heavy rolling ominously across the floor in the apartment upstairs. It's the armature screaming, forgotten thirty-five years ago in a concrete slab, or someone turned on the Tonyo mix for 5/8: the radio and you just need to relax and listen. The mixes o...

You can hear how His Majesty The Universal Chaos wheezes and moans in many ways: by listening to the sounds made by a plastic bag from «Pyaterochka» grocery store, while it picked up by a harsh March wind, or just by turning on the Vampiro mix for 5/8: radio. Vampiro is the spirit of the city of Odintsovo, a collector of obscure melodies, a maker of mixes (after which we are forced to take sedativ...

You fall asleep on the open deck of the ferry to the Kadıköy pier. All fades away in blackness separating reality from the world of dreams: Seryozha, your children, a simit in a plastic bag, and a sore knee due to the endless climbing uphill on the Buyukada island. You suddenly turned into a mackerel trying to escape from the strong hands of an elderly fisherman on the Galata Bridge. He carries yo...

Существуют три способа достичь гармонии. Первый — на два осенних месяца стать мхом на трухлявом пне в подмосковном лесу возле СНТ «Полёт». Второй — ежедневно, буквально на полчаса, принимать форму тракторного ковша, скребущего мёрзлый февральский асфальт в спальном районе, и издавать гортанные звуки при этом. Третий — внимательно послушать микс Даниила Прасолова, который он любезно записал для 5/8...

В очередной год твое любимое 5/8 : радио вползает в своем лучшем виде: перебирая многочисленными щупальцами, довольно клокоча и находясь на тугом поводке квир-промо Tesno. Эти дьяволы нас околдовали и теперь не только устраивают шабаши в Культуре и district 27, но и транслируют свои чарующие миксы у нас в эфире. Просим любить, жаловать и затянуть наш поводок чуть потуже

Theodora - 5/8 : radio x tesno by 5/8 : Radio

В очередной год твое любимое 5/8 : радио вползает в своем лучшем виде: перебирая многочисленными щупальцами, довольно клокоча и находясь на тугом поводке квир-промо Tesno. Эти дьяволы нас околдовали и теперь не только устраивают шабаши в Культуре и district 27, но и транслируют свои чарующие миксы у нас в эфире. Просим любить, жаловать и затянуть наш поводок чуть потуже.