Dyatlov plays a bleak, cold and resentful style of noisepunk that is best listened to in a primitive wooden cabin on a freezing tundra night. Their music is a sonic representation of despair, poverty, pain and hopelessness, drenched in sin and substance abuse. Dyatlov doesn't care about rock'n'roll or anything it stands for. Dyatlov doesn't care about themselves. And most importantly: Dyatlov doesn't care about you. Limited to 300 copies.