{"id":12086,"date":"2021-07-05T23:47:22","date_gmt":"2021-07-06T04:47:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/?p=12086"},"modified":"2026-05-06T15:06:13","modified_gmt":"2026-05-06T20:06:13","slug":"ep-review-tired-cossack-%d1%81%d0%b5%d0%bb%d0%be-selo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/2021\/07\/05\/ep-review-tired-cossack-%d1%81%d0%b5%d0%bb%d0%be-selo\/","title":{"rendered":"EP Review :: Tired Cossack  :: \u0421\u0435\u043b\u043e (Selo)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/tirecossak-1024x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-12087\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/tirecossak-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/tirecossak-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/tirecossak-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/tirecossak-768x768.jpg 768w, https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/tirecossak-100x100.jpg 100w, https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/07\/tirecossak.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>by Margaret Banka<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u0421\u0435\u043b\u043e <em>(Selo)<\/em> is the second EP to come from Tired Cossack, AKA Stiv Halas. Meaning \u201cvillage\u201d in Ukrainian (yes, I did have Google translate that,) the title sets the conceptual tone for the EP. A village provides a binate metaphor which can be soothing and stifling all at once: a support system of love, kinship, and friendship on one hand, but also a small, stagnant coop.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p>Appropriately set to the catchy and disarming charms of lo-fi bedroom rock, <em>Selo<\/em> speaks of the ebb and flow of feelings that flourish in this paradoxical landscape of thoughts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The opening track \u201cSolitaire\u201d addresses the anxiety-riddled state of being caught between the crossfire of starry-eyed design and comfort:&nbsp; \u201cEverytime I look outside\/ I can\u2019t move forward\/ I just get freaked and I stay\u201d. To stay or to go is the question at hand, which is also echoed in \u201cBubba\u201d.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Escapism, something we are all familiar with these days, drives the quixotic climax in <em>Selo<\/em>, which manifests in \u201cDollywood\u201d. The increasing tempo of the track transports the listener from mundane loneliness early on&nbsp; (\u201cMe and myself\/ Stuck here\u201d) to the ultimate destination (\u201cThe glowing lights\/ Dollywood.\u201d) Halas admirably maintains the conflict between \u201chere\u201d and \u201cthere\u201d by interjecting the lyrics about the grandiose Dollywood with morsels of a less glamorous reality, and you wonder if Dollywood is really all it\u2019s cut out to be: \u201cEatin\u2019 my meals\/ At the gas station\/ When your friends are gone\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Halas effectively waters down all notions of schoolboy idealism particularly by illustrating the loss that lines the underbelly of yearning. This is heard in \u201cXV\u201d, a layered and dreamy track about conflicting heartsongs and regret, with the echoing lyric, \u201cThis is a mess now\u201d. However, if the rest of the EP is about being pulled away, listeners will certainly feel the pull to come home to the immense nostalgia heard in the final track \u201cPurple Tornados\u201d. The level of tenderness&#8211; a reminder of the original \u201chere\u201d&#8211; completes the circle of diverse shifts of longing within the EP, filling the listener with the desire to be somewhere else, and nowhere else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u0421\u0435\u043b\u043e <em>(Selo) <\/em>is available on Bandcamp for download : https:\/\/tiredcossack.bandcamp.com\/album\/selo<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Margaret Banka \u0421\u0435\u043b\u043e (Selo) is the second EP to come from Tired Cossack, AKA Stiv Halas. Meaning \u201cvillage\u201d in Ukrainian (yes, I did have Google translate that,) the title sets the conceptual tone for the EP. A village provides a binate metaphor which can be soothing and stifling all at once: a support system [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12086","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-reviews"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12086","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12086"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12086\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12088,"href":"https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12086\/revisions\/12088"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12086"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12086"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ckuw.ca\/stylus\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12086"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}