On October 8th, Zveri took the stage to a packed house in the saloon-style Dikaya Loshad’ (Wild Horse) restaurant-club. As a Texan, I found the setting a little surreal: neon lights, wooden detailing, and even a Cyrillic take on Western typeface. People were too tightly crammed together on the dance floor to do much but bob to the beat. “I feel like I’m on the bus,” one man said. But bob they did, bending knees and swinging hair during fast numbers, gently swaying on slow love songs. Zveri played a mix of old favorites and new material, in their signature alt-rock style. “Rain-pistols” is one of my favorites:
