But maybe it is just that simple. In this case, the cast of the tale is made up of three Russian immigrants to the United States: guitarist-singer Igor Yuzov, bassist-singer Oleg Bernov, and lead guitarist-singer Zhenya Kolykhanov. Match them up with drummer Avi Sills, an American of Russian Jewish extraction born here in Texas, and the result is Senator Joe McCarthy's worst nightmare: a celebration of the American rebel-rock tradition dyed in the deep red colors of Soviet-era symbolism. Touting themselves as "Kick-Ass Rock'n'Roll From Siberia" (Bernov and Kolykhanov actually hail from near Siberia), The Red Elvises translate surf rock and rockabilly strains into the Cyrillic alphabet, and then celebrate the eternal rock-and-roll dreams of pretty girls, fun times, and the dance party that never ends.
Because of the unique Russian equation they bring from the other side of the planet, The Red Elvises are like a 1950s throwback that's been catapulted into the dawn of the 21st Century. Hence The Red Elvises have that warm glow of the musical past, laced with the heady joy of the formerly deprived and repressed now savoring all that freedom has to offer in our postmodern times.
If the concept of perestroika had a musical theme song, The Red Elvises would be its ideal author. "The music is a cross," Kolykhanov says. "It's a big gumbo of the Russian kitchen and the American kitchen. We like the blues, but it's like we are entering through the back door, in the Russian way." Strains of Russian folk and klezmer music join hands across the waters with hot guitar dance and party rock in their sound. And the band's wildly theatrical stage show and look -- hopping about in natty '50s-style threads and coifs with a naïve enthusiasm -- even further accentuates the odd appeal of this bizarre yet, in a way, utterly natural mix of East and West.
It's as if the end of rock-and-roll deprivation they grew up with in the U.S.S.R. has fueled a delightful lust for all that the music represents. Kolykhanov recalls a primal musical experience in his late teens, when, "I saw AC/DC for about 10 seconds. That was the sensation. It was one of those broadcasts where they say, like, now, here's what's going on in the wild West. And they showed Bon Scott for like 10 seconds, and I was blown away, that was it," he recalls. Perhaps what the state-controlled media wanted to show were the strange and decadent evils of the West? "Exactly. But I took it all wrong; I took it literally."
The watered-down Russian version of rock had already secured its grip on Kolykhanov, who had cobbled together a guitar of sorts at age 13. "I made my first guitar myself out of the mailbox. I attached a neck to the mailbox. I wrote Beatles on it, and misspelled it, and put some strings on it," he explains. "The Beatles were the perfect music for Russians. Because of the melodies, and because of the shtick. They were clean-cut, but the music was awesome. Russian was never the land of rock and roll. It's pretty cheesy rock [over there]." Hence such inspirations for Kolykhanov as The Doors and Jimi Hendrix didn't quite capture the imagination of his peers. "Some Russians wouldn't understand the blues scales. It's like the European market, they like cheesy melodies."
But at the same time, they also adored the fruits of American consumerism, especially when aimed at rebels with or without any cause. "It was like this: Whoever got the Wranglers was the stud," the guitarist explains. "Whoever got the pack of Marlboros was the biggest stud. If you got the jean jacket and jeans, and like Addidas or Nikes or something like that, you were the really big stud."
All three of the Russian Red Elvises played music in bands and theatrical productions in their homeland, but felt the irresistible pull from the heart of the West: America. Bernov had met an American woman at a Moscow peace walk, and he made his first trip soon after to Los Angeles to visit her. Kolykhanov also began traveling to the U.S. at about the same time, even living for a while in Dallas, where he played with a progressive jazz band called Darwin's Law. The two Russians later met up again in Los Angeles, and started busking on the Third Street Promenade in Venice Beach, the oddball haven they now call home. "Jim Morrison said the West is the best. And it's about as far West as you can go," notes Bernov.