SUPREM SOVIET: USSR BUT CLASS

It no longer has the forces, or almost: Tomas, singer / guitarist of The Caravan Pass, joyful street brothel, Balkan (your race) galloping and R.WAN eminent MC Java, rap / musette which shot a blow fee to French music titi parigot with texts and irretrievable diction.
We already said that class.

And then we discovered the baby: conceptual delirium in flaming red, taking the best of both to serve the project, rap Carpathian that puts you at quat'pattes, never slips nor pasted. The texts are worthy of Java but with that little extra that makes sickle-hammer, the music is directly connected to the knees, the skin sticks together like a louse, it will end in a word: jewel.
Here we can say classic.

But I see you coming, my coconut, you will tell me "yes, but the USSR had as many victims as the Third Reich, is not it indecent to serve soup, even popular, simmered in this unsavory dish? "Well ... just when R.WAN and Tomas see red when you move through them, we see that history serves, the Soviet-Cuban-Sino-vénézuélio-etcetero is a cocoon imagery has nothing to do with its promoters (see Lapointien tube "Rongrakatikatong" that goes up to defend widows and orphans) and has only one goal: push the limits of the chemistry between groove and textual quality.
Case closed.

And even classy.