Like that song used to say: "Aman Aman"... Our resident returned again with his Magic Lamp, full of musical updates and forgotten mystical artifacts from all over the world.

«Волшебная лампа Амана по Кайфу» #16

Hola and bonjour! Today's mix was specially recorded for us by Nico Jean, a musician, DJ and producer of Mexican-French origin (how do you like this combination, huh?), whose name alone makes the most advanced party-goers in Mexico City gently wiggle their hips.

A little bird whispered in our ears that Niko has his own label @colectivomiramar, which we love so much by the previous name Casa Disco (Niko, why did you change it?), and he draws inspiration from the exotic sound of the music from the most unexpected corners of the world and melodies found on rare vintage vinyl.

To get in the right mood for listening to Nico Jean's mix we strongly recommend you get into your sexiest pants or your most unbridled shirt, learn a couple of saucy phrases in Spanish or French, and master your hypnotized snake moves.

Nico Jean

Nico Jean - 5/8 Radio #175

Theodora

Theodora - 5/8 : radio x tesno

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 you turn on whenever you want to imagine yourself as a tanned resident of a sanatorium in Gagra.

Today's mix is a guaranteed way to immerse yourself in sweet languor, even if you go for a beer to the local bottle shop in Lytkarino. We want to thank Alexey Kryuk, musician, DJ and a member of the Soft Metal band, for taking the time to find this treasure among his countless archival creations

Krjuk

Krjuk - 5/8 Radio #190

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.

«Тбилиси 30.07.2002»

@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 mix of Primitive and El with Roots United. It is perhaps the best opportunity to temporarily escape from the surrounding reality in the August haze of last year, at the opening party with Oskar Offermann at K30.

EL b2b Primitive - 5/8 Radio #194

Finally, we’ve got a letter from Aman Po-Kaifu, who has traveled far and wide in search of treasures for his magic lamp. Our musical dervish found spices of Hindustan, jewels of the Middle East, gifts of Central Asia, artifacts of the Mediterranean and North Africa to delight your ears. And these are just a small part of his findings

Aman po-kaifu

«Magic Lamp» — of Aman po-kaifu #18

The reality around you suddenly turns into a beach bar called «Carousel». It smells of cypress, charcoal fish and cheap cigarettes. The lights are dancing on the sea surface. The dance floor is sticky because of all the alcohol spilled overnight. There are only you and a hugging drunk couple dancing there (he is a chubby man in a light coloured loose-fitting suit, he’s hardly pronouncing «I’m technically married, but …»; she is a petite brunette in a provocative short red dress). Somewhere on the embankment howls the siren of a police car. Moustached bartender puts your (well, whose else?) misted glass of beer with a swaying head of foam on the counter. He unequivocally bites his lower lip and for some reason you smiles broadly. It’s clearly that tonight you are going to his place. Everything is rapidly slipping away, dissolving in the darkness of the southern night. All you had to do to experience all of that was just to turn on the mix of our precious Andrey Zhilin for 5/8: radio

Andrey Zhilin

Andrey Zhilin - 5/8 Radio #203

dima safronov / on85

dima safronov — 5/8 radio night at strelka, 28.01.2023

dima safronov

dima safronov - 5/8 : radio at rovesnik bar, 4.06.2023

Vegetable gardens have become an unexpected treasure troves of mixtapes. Gardeners, whether for practical purposes of scaring away birds or in bursts of inspiration akin to communal art, put into use CD-Rs, long-forgotten by their children, and hang them on the vegetable plots, hardly suspecting the musical gems these discs contain. We found one of these CD-Rs in a garden in Avdotino. There are the words written on it in blue: «For the car. 03.06.2002»

«Для машины 03.06.2002»

Winter night. You are sitting in a compartment of an intercity train. Outside the window there are silhouettes of warehouses and garage cooperatives on the outskirts of the city, which you do not want to leave. One of your fellow travelers, a painfully thin man in a wrinkled shirt, has already turned his back to the wall on the top bunk and is snoring loudly. The train is passing by an old two-story house made of light brick: a dim light is on in one of the windows, cars in the yard are covered with snow caps, a figure in a long down jacket wearing it next to his or her skin is smoking near the entrance. Your second companion, a large man in a loose tracksuit, sighing heavily as he getting up from his bunk and goes out for a tea to the conductor (out of politeness, he offers to grab a cup of tea for you as well, but for some reason you refuse). You're leaning your head against the cold glass and familiar melodies suddenly appearing in your beautiful head. Maybe in the middle of the night, when you wake up from the loud snoring of one of your fellow travelers, or already in the morning, when the train is slowly crawling towards the station and more than anything in the world you will urgently want to get into a hot shower, you will suddenly remember that it were the tracks from the Mary Roman mix for 5/8: radio, and you will feel very good

Mary Roman

Mary Roman - 5/8 Radio #222

rin — 5/8 : radio on air at sol kazan, 26.08.2023

It's a cloudy day in the end of September or already in October. You're standing in an old garage site. On the left there is a noisy highway, on the right — a neighborhood with 16-storey Brezhnev-era panel buildings. You don’t look very good: rust can be seen under the peeling paint and the gates is overgrown with moss. A large old man in dirty overalls, everyone calls him Uncle Slava, as always doing something with his «Volga» car. He won't go anywhere, he hasn't been going anywhere for a long time. A stray dog greedily drinks from a dirty puddle. A kid in Kappa sweatpants is pushing his broken moped somewhere deep into the garage site. What did your owner look like? He seemed to have blond curls and a habit of wearing sunglasses even at night. Stop! Or he had a slicked back dark hair, deep scar above the eyebrow and a ring on his pinky? You don't remember anymore. All he left behind was a calendar on the wall (March 1997, a faded photo of a topless brunette girl with a seascape on the background), a tin can filled with cigarette butts, and beige «Lada» with a pine tree air freshener hanging on a mirror in the interior. If there is anything that can intrigue more than the fate of the garage owner who disappeared in the maelstrom of the 90s, then it will be Vika Shishatskaya's mix for 5/8: radio

Vika Shishatskaya

Vika Shishatskaya - 5/8 Radio #223

A rainy autumn day. You're quickly walking down a familiar street that steeply descends towards the embankment. It's barely noon, yet wine glasses already clinking in the corner bar – elderly folks loudly arguing about yesterday's match. A group of couriers speeds by on mopeds, honking and gesturing at cars at the intersection. Your long black hair, hoodie, and tote bag with textbooks are decently soaked. Whatever! Those thirty minutes of awkward hugs and shy kisses by the entrance door were worth it. Dios mío, the whole neighborhood probably saw it! In front of the «Carrefour», teenagers have gathered – eagerly munching on pastries, begging passersby for cigarettes. Near the vegetable stand, a petite dry woman watching a young curly-haired loader, looking like an ancient statue, unloads crates of artichokes. Suddenly, you decide to look up at the grey sky,  cold raindrops falling on your face. How wonderful! Just as wonderful as it feels when you listening to nastya mira's mix for 5/8: radio.

Nastya Mira

Nastya  Mira -  5/8 Radio #228

This time we got into our hands a cassette without any indication where it was taped. From the handwritten caption, we know that it was meant for a party after a corporate meeting on December 8, 1999. Somewhere, some people did business, and afterwards they danced to the tape.

«? 08.12.1999»

A nine-story panel building, four entrances, a hundred something apartments. Perhaps, every morning, you pass by this building on your way to the subway station, or its gray walls were visible from the window of a room in which you have not been for so long, and perhaps will never be again.

In the tenth apartment on the third floor, six-year-old Vitalik wakes up. He breathes heavily. This horrible dream again about a huge red excavator trying to bury him. The old refrigerator hums in the kitchen. On the walls there are shadows of a tall birch standing in the front garden. In the next room, the TV is barely audible – Mom drank cognac again and fell asleep during the evening news. Vitalik wraps himself in a heavy blanket with a tiger pattern. In his little curly head, an unknown melody starts playing, and suddenly, it becomes somehow calmer and happier. Later, in the future, he will turn on the the Bevissthet mix for 5/8: radio, he will unmistakably recognize it, and on a particular evening, he will also become a bit calmer and happier.

Bevissthet

Bevissthet - 5/8 Radio #230

Apartment 54, fifth floor. Sveta is smoking on the open balcony, wrapped in an old puffer jacket. It's the typical timelessness of a weekend day when it's impossible to tell exactly what time it is. Children in snowsuits that make a «whoosh-whoosh» sound while walking are dragging a huge snow tubing somewhere, and a group of red-faced men, drinking on the bench in front of the building, just emptied another bottle of vodka. But Sveta isn't here — she's in Sochi twenty-something years ago. Blond-haired Sasha sees her off at the platform. He arrived ten minutes before departure: his eye is bruised («last night got into a fight with a guy from Tambov, nothing to worry about»), and he's holding flowers, plucked from a flowerbed. He promises to call. But it never happens. Where is he now? And on which balcony would she smoke, if he had called twenty-something years ago? If Sveta knew about the Sanguine’s mix for 5/8: radio, which helps distract from persistent thoughts about things that never happened, she would immediately turn it on. But she doesn't know

Sanguine

Sanguine - 5/8 Radio #231

Apartment 105, ninth floor. Slava slowly stirs sugar in a cup of black tea. Its porcelain surface is adorned with a pattern of flowers, birds, and gilding. The wall clock ticking loudly. Mom is slicing a waffle cake with nuts ("your favorite"), dad is talking about the road to the dacha, which, of course, is being cleared of snow, but not very well. Slava suddenly notices how much they have aged. But the apartment, on the contrary, seems unchanged since that evening in May several years ago when he walked out of its threshold with a suitcase full of his belongings. Here, everything still smells of soup, his childhood photo with a silly «bowl» haircut sits on one of the shelves in the living room, the carpet in the hallway covers the mark from a dropped cigarette of his school sweetheart, and there are traces of tape on the wallpaper in the small room where he used to hang posters. And Slava feels oddly pleased, about as pleased as someone who has put on the dx2ov mix for 5/8: radio.

dx2ov

Dx2ov - 5/8 Radio #232

Apartment 113, second floor. Diana is standing under the hot shower. She doesn't like the vintage blue colored tiles, pink towel hooks made of cheap plastic, and the long crack in the sink. If only this was her apartment... The water makes a pleasant noise. It smells like shower gel (the aroma is «apple with caramel», she bought it on sale). For some reason, thoughts about the stooped man with sad eyes keep spinning in her head - a stranger she's been seeing on the way to the metro for about a year now, more or less in the same place. She hasn't seen him for a week now. Maybe he's sick? Changed jobs? Moved? What if he started deliberately avoiding her? All these questions, of course, will remain unanswered - neither in a week, nor even a month the man will not reappear. Diana will think about him from time to time, but over time she will not even be able to remember what he exactly looked like. In her memories, the stranger will turn into a faceless figure, walking towards her somewhere between the 24-hour pharmacy and the «Lenta» supermarket. In seven or eight minutes, she'll turn off the water, wrap herself in a huge purple terry towel, step out of the bathroom into the narrow hallway (feeling chilly in the first few seconds), the parquet floor will squeak under her feet as usual, and for a moment, she'll freeze and listen - a very pleasant and completely unfamiliar melody will be playing in the apartment on the floor above. Diana doesn't suspect it, but it's a mix by LVRIN for 5/8: radio.

LVRIN

LVRIN - 5/8 Radio #233

Kirill Savateev

«Заполярье 16.02.24»

Apartment 35, ninth floor. Yana closed the iron front door with a clatter («Nina Valentinovna from 36th apartment will come to argue again soon») She carelessly put the heavy grocery bag on the tiled floor and the jar of pickles at the bottom of it clanged loudly («I hope it hadn’t crash!»). She couldn't get out of her head that Luzin was standing in line in front of her. The same senior high school student, Luzin, whom she secretly had a crush on in school. Now there was almost nothing left of that curly handsome football player she remembered: he had ballooned up like a ball and lost almost all of his curls. And those awful patent leather shoes... She wonders, if she and Luzin were a couple now («There was zero chances, but still»), would she notice all this? Or would he still remain in her eyes the same wide-smiling guy in silly tracksuits, just scoring a goal in the dusty backyard football box on Krasnaya Street. It was getting dark outside, the highway was humming as usual, the windows of the house opposite lit up with violet light from the phyto-lamps, and if there was anything that could save Yana from the spiraling thoughts of her unrealized life right now, it would only be Vanya's mix for 5/8: radio.

Vanya

Vanya - 5/8 Radio #234

@accidentalpoint
@uladzimirkolb

It's a sunny day, late March. You're smiling. Maybe it's because it's Saturday, you don't have to think about work, and there's an empty glass of lager on the counter in front of you. Or in your memory suddenly arose a picture from your childhood: you are driving your father's old car out of town for the first kebabs, in the trunk rattles disassembled brazier, and you anticipate how you will pedal along the paths of the dacha cooperative on an old "Desna". What? Do you really remember how beautiful looked in the sunset sunlight slightly disheveled hair of that very man (you are still shy and do not admit anything), while you went out for a smoke for five minutes? Or maybe there's a 5/8 broadcast playing in your headphones right now: radio from the Accidental Point space? Yeah, probably the latter.

kolb - on air at accidental point, minsk 30.03.2024

@accidentalpoint

It's a sunny day, late March. You're smiling. Maybe it's because it's Saturday, you don't have to think about work, and there's an empty glass of lager on the counter in front of you. Or in your memory suddenly arose a picture from your childhood: you are driving your father's old car out of town for the first kebabs, in the trunk rattles disassembled brazier, and you anticipate how you will pedal along the paths of the dacha cooperative on an old "Desna". What? Do you really remember how beautiful looked in the sunset sunlight slightly disheveled hair of that very man (you are still shy and do not admit anything), while you went out for a smoke for five minutes? Or maybe there's a 5/8 broadcast playing in your headphones right now: radio from the Accidental Point space? Yeah, probably the latter.

mr.bars on air at accidental point, minsk 30.03.2024

@accidentalpoint
@sheva_music

It's a sunny day, late March. You're smiling. Maybe it's because it's Saturday, you don't have to think about work, and there's an empty glass of lager on the counter in front of you. Or in your memory suddenly arose a picture from your childhood: you are driving your father's old car out of town for the first kebabs, in the trunk rattles disassembled brazier, and you anticipate how you will pedal along the paths of the dacha cooperative on an old "Desna". What? Do you really remember how beautiful looked in the sunset sunlight slightly disheveled hair of that very man (you are still shy and do not admit anything), while you went out for a smoke for five minutes? Or maybe there's a 5/8 broadcast playing in your headphones right now: radio from the Accidental Point space? Yeah, probably the latter.

sheva - on air at accidental point, minsk 30.03.2024

Apartment 91, fifth floor. Ilya slowly stirs cheap coffee in an old mug with the picture of the Egyptian pyramids (his younger sister brought it from vacation in Hurghada about ten years ago). Just one more day to endure. Then he'll head to the train station in the evening and hop on the suburban train. It will be hot and stuffy in the carriage, his shirt will instantly stick to his body. Outside the window there will be graffiti-adorned concrete fences, garage cooperatives, auto repair shops, old houses, vacant lots, new houses, more concrete fences, other people's dachas, and finally, dense forest. He'll get off at a station with a funny name and walk along a sandy road between fields overgrown with tall grass. In the country house inherited from his grandfather, it will smell familiarly of an old books. Ilya will brew strong coffee in his favorite red polka-dot mug (for some reason it will taste better than at home) and, sitting on the porch, will listen as unfamiliar nocturnal birds sing beyond the fence in the twilight-darkened pine forest. The itching need to transplant the distant raspberry bush growing by the tilted barn will swiftly push out all other thoughts and desires. He will finally take a deep breath—feeling oddly pleasant and serene, as if he had turned on Perez's mix for 5/8: radio.

Perez

Pérez - 5/8 Radio #235

Apartment 66, eighth floor. Tanya looks at the beautiful lipstick imprint on the wine glass. The last guests have just left: she can still hear the elevator rumbling down, carrying Ildar and Sasha. Someone left the turquoise lighter on the kitchen table next to a cup of cold coffee. It became completely quiet and therefore a little melancholic. Perhaps she should have slowed down a bit. Then she wouldn't have felt the urge to tell that childhood story about summer camp in front of everyone (yes, the guests laughed, but it seemed more out of pity) or to plan a joint trip for the upcoming weekend (it's already clear – no one is going anywhere). And she definitely wouldn't have wanted to write that message to that person while stepping out to smoke on the balcony (of course, he read it and didn't reply). Tanya stretches her legs and closes her eyes. The interior of her tiny kitchen with a glowing garland, silly magnets on the fridge, and a pile of dirty dishes in the sink, smoothly transitions into spinning abstract paintings. Ahead lies an uneasy ten-hour sleep and a heavy morning, which can only be improved by a painkiller pill and a mix from 5/8: radio by our buddy Dima Krylov from Samara

Dmitry Krylov

Dmitry Krylov - 5/8 Radio #236

vasya saiko — 5/8 : radio night at kuznyacruise II

robsn b2b dima safronov — 5/8 : radio night at kuznyacruise II

@natasha_bai
Natasha Bai moved to Moscow from Novosibirsk and firmly entrenched on the Moscow and Saint Petersburg stages. She made mixes for TEST FM, OBDN, YAMBORGHINI HIGH and La bonne musique. Also, Natasha is part of a girls band ДК Детка. She has her own project called Altai Princess in which she releases her own music. Today's mix is turned out very warm and summery - it matches the weather and the calendar. And after that, we recommend listening to her last EP Trava.

Altai Princess - 5/8 Radio #136

@notmoveton
Some of you know Ildar Iksanov as a drummer of the band Труд, some of you know and like his film photography and some of you know him as a DJ due to his mixes for OBDN, TESTFM, INTERTRAX, etc. You can listen to his mixes on SoundCloud. He releases them in sufficient quantity and all of them are really good in different ways. Tonight's mix can make you dance nonstop for one hour. Ildar collected for us both new electronic releases and tracks, release dates of which you maybe never saw.

Ildar Iksanov - 5/8 Radio #139

@tiagunin

"Calm, rays of goodness, birdsong and the slightest hint of dancing". Petr Tiagunin is a resident of Tancploshadka club in St.Petersburg and 1/2 part of Poliritm (DJ duo).

Petr Tiagunin - 5/8 Radio #148

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