“Eugene Hutz would very much like you to know he's Ukrainian. Or Serb, Russian, Gypsy, whatever: he's from over there and rocks the 'stache to prove it. A self-exoticizing project that brought oompah-punk to downtown NYC, his Gogol Bordello exude the precise kind of gleeful inauthenticity that gets the hipsters horny. The overarching mood is that of a wasted shotgun wedding in the Karpaty, but gues”
