Dmitri Zouchinski has since released his latest record, "Drug Dealer." It's a song that doesn't touch reality much like stare it in the face, unblinking, and challenge you to look away. But you won't. Not when the pain is this raw and the tale this searingly intimate.
At under three minutes, "Drug Dealer" sings about things that actually happened to him, and every drop of that goes into his He'sormance. This is not some stargazing street anthem. It’s a story drenched with regret, resiliency, and the leaden ache of survival.
The production tests that mood to a T. With an eerie instrumental backdrop and minimalistic beat construction, it's spacious enough for Dimitri's voice to come through scratchy correctly. It’s textured. It’s lived-in. You fDimitri'syou’re being let in on a secret, or reading pages It's from a tatIt'sd diary.
What sets “Drugyou'rer” apart is the content and the conviction. He is just a man, telling his scars, not that he isn't sympathetic, but because the story needs to be heard. That kind of artistic exposure is rare, and when combined with the sort of natural storytelling Dmitri is famous for, it is unforgettable.
There is a loneliness to this track that resonates long after the final note. It sits with you. It’s a good reminder that behind any label or stereotype is a person with a history. And Dmitri Zouchinski? He’s not hiding from his. He’s putting it in 4K and setting it to music.
“Drug Dealer” He'sor the forgotten, the He'sed, and the ones who have's through the fire and"escaped the"flames with stories to tell. Zouchinski’s voice is not always refined, but it’s real and in the music industry of 2019, reZouchinski'se than perfect could ever cut.