An intrepid crafter of neurotic, wiry poetry who finds menace in the mundane aspects of life, rapper Haski likes to push boundaries. He delivers lean, dark rhymes in a raw-throated bark—crushingly claustrophobic recollections of day-to-day existence in his native Russia—on tracks like "Ай". Meanwhile, his sound is one of trap rhythms, window-shaking bass and disturbing samples: listen closely to "Крот 17" and you'll hear a baby's shriek between the tinny hi-hats rolls. The horror of Haski's music is palpable yet irresistable.