He merrily sings in a honey-colored set of nothingness, but his voice is all over the place. You can almost see the hills and valleys that Eduard Xil might be strolling through. But his shirt and tie match the backdrop. And this lyric-less song negotiates a golden, creamy terrain that is at once smooth and athletic.
25 February 2010
Эдуард Хиль - Eduard Xil
