Chapter 7, Part 2: 'The Arkhangelsk Rock Club. The 1987 Rock Festival.' – 'The kick, the snare, and the voice – that's what matters!'

And so, the hour struck, and the action began. Literally from the very first minutes, the hall did not quiet down until the very end. It's hard to believe, of course, but Arkhangelsk had never seen concerts like this before. With each performing band, the noise only grew louder, although it might seem... but that's exactly how it was – it seemed impossible to get any louder, yet it kept growing. Although there were no such things as ecstasy pills or anything like that at the time, everyone was heavily sustained on port wine, and I must say, no one passed out between the rows. Initially setting up the sound, I asked the guys from the technical crew not to let anyone near the mixing console and not to touch anything there. Whatever was set up in the beginning – let it stay exactly the same for everyone. Let everyone be on equal terms.