Uspenskaya, Bulanova and Buzova were simultaneously overtaken by the blows of unhappy love

After the sensational scandals surrounding unsuccessful plastic surgeries and bitter tears over the lost dream of a “Brazilian butt,” singer Lyubov Uspenskaya is mastering a humorous role. Where to go? So she burst into laughter – through tears invisible to the world. On the eve of the release of the new single “Unrequited,” she found it funny to make a video about herself with an anecdotal content, but, of course, with deep subtext. Subtext is simply necessary when you are already 69, and you are still a terry blonde and, moreover, a pop star, who has been switching from a convertible to a carousel and back again for 30 years at all his concerts.

So, in her deeply meaningful video, she shows her nose smeared with something brown. Of course, the most varied versions can be constructed, but… Laughing, the singer, taking a selfie on her phone camera, tells the public that she woke up in the morning and was horrified: had a “peeee” really happened in her dream. This bashful, stammered “peeee” seems to push viewers to the most terrible of assumptions: is it really a fecal incident? But no! It turned out that she just ate chocolate in the evening and fell asleep with it. To the muffled off-screen laughter of one of her friends, Lyubov Uspenskaya demonstrates a bed smeared with the same brown composition. The whole situation around the singer resembles a hotel room, so one feels sorry for the maids who will subsequently have to deal with the luxurious “life in chocolate” of the famous chansonnier…

In the comments under this masterpiece of PR, knowledgeable people write that this is a hint at the “blonde in chocolate” Ksenia Sobchak and some kind of answer to her as part of their common scandal with a plastic surgeon. Someone simply giggles knowingly: they say, Lyuba, we adore you both in chocolate and without. But there are also people who are not at all “engaged” in such sophisticated humor, shocked by what they see: “No one has ever joked like that before…” Some add, not without sarcasm: “The attraction was a success.” There was also a somewhat strange question: “What will Philip Kirkorov say?” Really: what? And why, by the way, Philip?..

In general, the singer gave her fans a test of their sense of humor. However, the goal has been achieved: the excitement is off the charts, comments are pouring in like from a cornucopia, a new joint track with Sergei Zhukov from “Hands Up!” gaining auditions. It’s a pity that there is no video yet for this song, which clearly has ambitions to become a hit.

In turn, Sergei Zhukov is simply amazing with his creative activity this year. His muse is trained and disciplinedly lives in unison with the weather and nature, so one can say about the artist that he learned to prepare a sleigh in the summer, and a cart in the winter. At the beginning of the summer, Zhukov came under the ZD lens because he was one of the first to release a sad seasonal track about the Black Sea and youthful love with an atmospheric video where an inseparable couple admired seascapes. By the way, in the end this song became Sergei’s most successful single over the past few years and gave hope for renewal and rejuvenation of the “Hands Up!” audience. In July, he organized an epic evening of memories at Luzhniki, in which the entire stadium shouted “Alyoshka” in chorus louder than the soloist himself.

Finally, now, as soon as it gets colder, the artist released a joint single with a lady who had confidently and long ago entered the autumn of her life. They sing, as usual, about the cold winds of unrequited love, cooled feelings and everything like that. This truly autumn pop track contains the expected lines with phrases: “alone along the avenue”, “the plot of the film”, “a step of kilometers” and, of course, “not on the way”. Over decades of experimentation, Sergei Zhukov amazingly succeeded in creating completely new songs, like two peas in a pod similar to existing, time-tested hits.

In turn, Lyubov Uspenskaya also sang with whomever was “time-tested”: with Philip Kirkorov and Leonid Agutin. There were also experiments with “creative youth” – with the same cheetah Saygo. Now it’s Sergei Zhukov’s turn.

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Singer Tatyana Bulanova also uses her old, proven and beloved by her fans, crying style of singing. In an interview with ZD, the artist recently mentioned this with a laugh – she had long come to terms with her “crying” role. If the audience needs to cry from time to time from time to time, then the singer is not against helping everyone with this. No matter how hard she tried to experiment – both with rock and dance music – people persistently and demandingly expect from her exclusively the next sad songs, and the more tearful and sobbing, the better.

Bulanova’s new single “I Learned to Forgive” was created just to sneak away another tear about the “hard female lot.” The minor motif is intertwined with heartbreaking words: “the soul is torn to shreds, but the fragments do not hurt your soul” – and familiar rhymes: “rain is a lie”, “not in vain – happiness”.

The only thing that overshadows the perception of the song is its duration: 2 minutes 40 seconds. Not enough to bring the listener to cathartic sobs. Such short songs can be afforded by young punks who, in fact, have nothing to tell the world, unlike Tatyana Bulanova, who is already experienced in various aspects. Unless she is preparing this song for Eurovision, where there are strict timing regulations… Although no, what Eurovision?!

It should be noted that recently Tatyana has been experiencing an unprecedented creative upsurge, downright youthful in its enthusiasm and intensity. “I Learned to Forgive” is the tenth single this year. And something tells us that it’s far from the last. Perhaps this creative ignition is connected with her third marriage, which the singer entered into at the beginning of the summer and which she talked about back in the winter.

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Another singer of sadness and unrequited love is Olga Buzova, whose “eyes are drowned in tears,” and the cold wind blows on her “wet face.” This week she “got frosty” and “the nights became shorter” (a complete absurdity, of course, since the nights just became longer due to the approach of calendar winter). But, apparently, due to separation from her beloved, the cuckoo completely went crazy, which is what she sings about in the extremely sad, but at the same time danceable single “Call.” Like she suffered and suffered, and she started dancing out of grief. So the long pre-winter nights have become shorter…

“Anyone who loved or loves understands what I mean (emoticon: broken heart), I can neither stand nor walk…” Olga writes on her social networks, not only drawing attention to the single, but also clearly aiming such a deep philosophy at the heights of old Freud’s thought. “Everyone who has loved will understand and feel this song… it is about feelings that are torn apart, about feelings when you cannot breathe without a loved one.”

TZD (heavy female lot) with its attendant sadness, sadness and perverse feminist sentiments is a clearly visible vector of the hardworking artist’s creativity in the last year. If earlier she tried to joke with the public and spoke in the language of some kind of irony, or even satire, now – only hardcore, only pain, only suffering, in which a broken heart is tempered and the female personality as a whole is boldly emphasized.

Along the way, Olga announces the continuation of her multi-part love video saga “Give Back.” Buzova made a whole fantastic mini-film about how she found herself in the past, fell in love there, of course, with a handsome athlete, and then was thrown back to the present day. And now Olga’s fans are worried about how her sambo wrestler is doing in the past, was he killed by hooligans or did he survive and is waiting for her? We’ll find out soon, Olga promises.

Songs in the spirit of “autumn has come, it’s getting cold” are pouring out of our artists like from a cornucopia. And this is just the beginning: there are still two more dark and depressing autumn months ahead, in which we will still cry heartily with the disciplined workers of the pop scene.