28 men. One voice. Pravda!
The secret of Dustyesky is lost in misty undergrowth of famous Mullumgrad hinterland. Like the recipe for gherkin liqueur, the magic of our music lies in the heart of all of us but never one man alone. Come to our workshop and learn from the keepers of the knowledge - the ungodly believers of the one true faith of Dustyesky. You will sing. Your heart will soar. You will smile and cry. For sure. As rough as sawmiller’s beard as gentle as his touch, Dustyesky is elusive yet eternal. Like the wind of the Siberian steppes, we shall blow within you forever. Come learn the unlearnable secrets of Dustyesky. Davai!!!