We are haunted by a carnival mood - and Lilova gladly surrenders to it. Her new release on Phagamast feels like an invitation into a half-forgotten dream, caught between days and worlds. Shakers, tambourines, fluid rhythms, and layered percussion irresistibly drive the body into dance, while playful vocal hooks awaken the gambler within.

In 'Sumorochye', Lilova reveals a lighter, almost weightless side of her sound. The vocals - subtle and elusive - speak of that 'golden hour' when human silhouettes blur, and it's hard to tell who's who. Friend or phantom? It doesn't matter. In that moment, anything is allowed.

The line 'what I'm allowed, you are not' becomes a manifesto of artistic freedom. Lilova continues forging her own path, unafraid to bend boundaries and blur genres, inviting the listener into a free zone between light and shadow.