Or Glasnost rocks. Yeah, I, too, expected some klutzy bohunk peasant sounding 30 years out of whack with the West, a vodka swilling approximation of a rocker who learned his chops from smuggled Presley platters. Wrong. Grebenshilcov, in the capable hands of Eurythmic Dave Stewart, comes off more like a Russki who has a good line in contraband indie 45s. Maybe the foreknowledge of Grebenshikov's struggle to produce pop behind the Iron Curtain has softened my attitude and maybe I'm hearing as much of Stewart as I am of Boris, but the material tears through the speakers, possessing an energy coupled with intelligence which I haven't sensed since the last time Pete Townshend got angry. Don't you dare regard this guy as a novelty. Ken Kessler https://web.archive.org/web/20210902075515/https://worldradiohistory.com/Archive-All-Audio/Hi-Fi-News/80s/Hi-Fi-News-1989-08.pdf