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Biography, life story of DeCl

His real name is Kirill Tolmatsky, but this will hardly mean anything to most people, with the exception of his large army of fans. He is known to the general public under the stage name “Decl”. Far from being a new face of domestic hip-hop. The only rapper in the country whom absolutely everyone knows. His hit “Party” became the first rap hit in Russia, turning the idea of ​​Russian music culture upside down and proving that even in huge country bears and vodka, where a child, seeing a black man on the street, can easily burst into tears of fear - hip-hop can be popular.

Decl's first performance took place at the Adidas StreetBall Challenge festival in Moscow in front of an audience of thousands, where he was a resounding success. After this, the face of the young and talented star graced the cover of the November issue of PTUCH - this was the beginning of countless articles enlightening Decl.

Decl’s debut album “Who? you,” released in 2000, sold more than a million copies. For this disc, Decl received the Record 2000 award in the Debut of the Year category. Videos for songs from this disc (such as “Tears”, “Party”, “My Blood, Blood”) were in hot rotation on radio and television for a long time and for a long time occupied leading positions in all national charts.

It was at this time that Decl became the face of a new advertising campaign Pepsi, remembered by the public at long years thanks to the simple refrain “Pepsi, pager, MTV.” The slogan performed by Decl sounded from everywhere - from television screens, from radio broadcasts, and all the streets of the capital were plastered with the image of Decl with a pager and a bottle of Pepsi.

This advertising campaign was received with hostility by many, since at that time Decl was almost the only show business figure who showed himself in this way in advertising activities. The public was quick to accuse Decl of exaggerated popularity, ensured only by the financial support of his father and a huge number of broadcasts on TV and radio. Decl took all the accusations with dignity (that is, ignored them), and began recording a new album.

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Decl's second album "Street Fighter" exceeded even the wildest forecasts in sales figures music critics. Decl himself admitted later that he did not expect such a return, nor circulation, nor the numerous awards that fell upon him - for “Street Fighter” he received many prestigious awards, including the music channel MUZ-TV, UNESCO Award (best cover of the year), Stopudovy hit and the prestigious MTV Music Awards"(Russian audience choice).

However, despite the recognition of the broad masses, awards and millions of copies of discs sold, Decl still remains the most odious performer on the Russian music scene. He is the champion of the so-called “bad press” - so much negative reviews no one gets it in the media. The income of his father, the famous producer Alexander Tolmatsky, also becomes a stumbling block - many believe that Decl, being nothing of himself as a person, owes his success only to the money of his “daddy.” All this could not but affect the personality of the young rapper and could not leave him indifferent. Decl stops touring and promotional activities and locks himself in his studio, where he works long and painstakingly on his new record.

Two years after the release of the album “Street Round”, Decl’s new creation is ready to see the light. On the cover of this disc you will not find the usual names - Decl no longer collaborates with his former studio partners (in particular, Vlad Valov). Kirill now writes all the lyrics himself, and among the composers on the album are A. Karlov, MC Beat, DJ Shooroop, Dj Tonic, Max Homich, Dj 108th, Dj La.

Decl himself again acted as the sound producer of the album.

That's why A.K.A. LE TRUK” (that’s the name of the new record) is radically different from what Decl did before - his attitude towards what he does has changed. He no longer listens to other people’s opinions, does not read other people’s texts - making decisions on his own, Kirill is ready to answer for every word uttered in “A.K.A. LE TRUCK.”

The album contains a lot of live instruments, female vocals (Karina Serbina, Knara) and the appearance of a completely different character in Decl’s work. His songs became real and sincere, something that was not there before appeared in them - himself.

As for Decl’s poems today, we can say that he did not come up with new topics - like other rappers, he writes about social problems, about love and drugs. Decl is a man of his generation, and considers it his task to publicly raise the issues that concern his friends and himself.

Singing voice Tools

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Genres Nicknames

Decl, Le Truk

Teams Cooperation Labels Awards Autograph

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Kirill Alexandrovich Tolmatsky(born July 22, Moscow) - Russian rapper. Gained fame under the pseudonym DeCl. Other aliases - Le Truk, Giuseppe Hard. Since 2008, it has been stylized as “DeTsl” on the covers of its albums.

Former member of the rap association “Bad B. Alliance”.

The artist’s debut album “Who? You" is one of the best-selling albums in Russia with a circulation of more than 1 million copies.

Biography

Decl’s first performance took place at the Adidas StreetBall Challenge festival in Moscow. After this, the rapper’s face was placed on the cover of the November issue of PTYUCH magazine; this was the beginning large quantity articles dedicated to Decl.

2000 - Who? You

Debut album “Who? You,” released in 2000, sold more than a million copies (excluding pirated copies). For this album, Decl received the Record 2000 award in the Debut of the Year category. Videos for songs from the album (such as “Tears”, “Party”, “My Blood, Blood”) were in hot rotation on radio and television for a long time. At this time, Decl became the face of the long-running Pepsi advertising campaign “Pepsi, pager, MTV”.

2001 - Street Fighter

Decl’s second album “Street Fighter” also became very successful; for it he received several awards, including Muz-TV, Unesco (best cover of the year), “Stopudovy hit” and “MTV Music Awards” (Russian audience choice).

2004 - Detsl a.k.a. Le Truk

Two years later, a third completely new album was released under the laconic name “aka Le Truk”, which marked the birth of a new Decl as an independent artist. Decl no longer collaborated with his former studio partners (in particular, Vlad Valov), and wrote all the texts himself. Among the album's composers were A. Karpunin, MC Beat, DJ Shooroop, Dj Tonic, Max Homich, Dj 108th, Dj La. Decl himself also acted as a sound producer. The album contains many live instruments and female vocals (Karina Serbina, Knara). Songs such as “Let’s Potabachim”, “Legalize” and “God Is” became real hits. Videos were shot for all three compositions, two of which received wide rotation on MTV. The animated video for the song "Legalize" was banned from television due to the song's controversial themes.

2008 - MosVegas

2014-2016 - Decillion

Currently, Decl is writing three albums at once, which will be released, presumably, during 2014-2016. The artist's new releases will be created in several languages, as the rapper works with musicians from different countries: Jamaicans, Americans, Japanese, French and Spanish.

The first to be released is an album under the working title “DancehallMania” in the style of reggae-dancehall (there is a track with the same name on the album “Here and Now”). The disc sampler will appear online on August 31 on Decl's pages in social networks. According to the artist, this is an album with a completely new sound - it was recorded on English language with melodic choruses and, unlike latest works, is more danceable. Thomas DaVilli, the soul4soul project, Medycin Man, Imal, X-Factor and other Jamaican and African performers took part in the creation of the disc.

The second to be released is a classic hip-hop album, which will include tracks with Decl’s colleagues from America, Europe and Asia, where Kirill himself also plans to use English lyrics.

The third is a Russian-language album, on which Kirill is helped to work by El Toro and his brother Black Jacket, Johnny Johnson from the group “Animal Jazz” and others. Some tracks from the upcoming album are already in rotation on radio stations in New York and Jamaica. In addition, last year several tracks were recorded with the Spanish band Yall, and this year they are already being heard in European clubs.

DancehallMania

In March 2014, the first album from the Decillion trilogy, DancehallMania, was released. The album was recorded together with Jamaican musicians on local dialect Patois. This album is the first serious international album in Russia, recorded in the reggae-dancehall genre, which received recognition from local residents in Jamaica itself. The album featured such musicians as Medycin Man, Thomas Da’Ville, Soul4Soul, Imal, Jah Bari

MXXXIII

In September 2014, the second album of the Decillion trilogy, MXXXIII, was released. The album is a mixture of different genres: trap, dirty south, jazzy hip-hop, electro and R&B - the record incorporates the best traditions of the EDM and hip-hop genres. Colleagues from the USA and Japan took part in the album; the songs were recorded in English, Russian and Japanese. The presentation of the album took place in Spain, in Barcelona

2016 - Who? you (reissue)

Since release debut album Decl “Who? You" 15 years have passed. Kirill decides to re-release the album and re-record all the songs in his current voice, as well as re-record all the music and make it of higher quality. This task faced the young composer and arranger Ivan Zasidkevich, it was he who recreated all the instrumentals for the album.

The album's release is scheduled for autumn 2016, but anniversary tour, dedicated to the 15th anniversary of its release, has already started.

Personal life

Discography

Solo albums	Year
Who? You
Street Fighter
Detsl aka Le Truk
MosVegas 2012
Dancehall Mania
MXXXIII
Favela Funk EP	2016
Compilations	Year
aka Le Truk The Best 18
Singles	Year
Party
Tears
My blood, my blood
Letter (feat. Marusya)
For you (feat. Knara)
Let's smoke
Be Free (feat. Lil' Kong and D. Masta)
Give it to me (feat. Noggano)
Connection (feat. Yall)
Fire (DJ Groove pop rmx) (RADIO) (feat. Da"Ville)
Ocean of Delight (feat. Show"em Million & Kelpie)
Make u Sweat
Wake!!!
Play on Repeat (feat. Yall)	2014
10:33 (feat. Al Bizzare) (Remix)	2015
CLOSET	2015
VKDSH (Official Remix) (feat. DEF, Nixx, Gourmet)	2015
Traffic jams, construction, dirt	2015

Clips

Name	Year
Friday	1999
Hope for Tomorrow (Bad B. Alliance)
12 Evil Spectators (feat. Master Sheff)
Party at Decl's (feat. Marusya)
Tears (feat. MED DOG)
Who? You
Blood is my blood
Letter (feat. Marusya)
Sea (feat. Bumblebee)
Street Dogs (feat. N’Pans)
Street Fighter
Spring of the 8th Day (feat. Green Gray)
Night (feat. Karina Serbina)
Let's smoke
God exists (feat. Legalize)
Dip It Low (feat. Christina Milian)
Legalize
Sweet Fog (feat. Smokey Mo)
Shot (feat. Mezza Morta)
Be Free (feat. Lil'Kong and D.Masta)
Dream Realiser
Party (NEW)
MXXXIII
My own song	2015
Traffic jams, construction, dirt	2015

DVD releases

Filmography

Soundtrack

• 2003 - “72 meters” - Decl, Marusya feat Rinat S. - Letter

Awards

• Winner of the Golden Gargoyle award in the Legend of the Year category.

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Notes

Links

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Excerpt characterizing Decl

The days flew by unnoticed. Weeks passed. Little by little I began to get used to my unusual everyday visitors... After all, everything, even the most extraordinary events, which we perceive at the beginning almost as a miracle, become common occurrences if they are repeated regularly. That’s how my wonderful “guests”, who amazed me so much at the beginning, became almost a common occurrence for me, into which I honestly invested part of my heart and was ready to give much more if only it could help someone . But it was impossible to absorb all that endless human pain without choking on it and without destroying oneself. Therefore, I became much more careful and tried to help without opening all the “floodgates” of my raging emotions, but tried to remain as calm as possible and, to my great surprise, I very soon noticed that in this way I could help much more and more effectively , without getting tired at all and spending much less of your vitality on all this.
It would seem that my heart should have “closed itself” long ago, plunging into such a “waterfall” of human sadness and melancholy, but apparently the joy for finally finding the much-desired peace of those who managed to help far exceeded any sadness, and I wanted to do this is endless, as far as my, unfortunately, still only childish, strength was then sufficient.
So I continued to continuously talk with someone, look for someone somewhere, prove something to someone, convince someone of something, and if I succeeded, even calm someone down...
All the “cases” were somewhat similar to each other, and they all consisted of the same desires to “correct” something that they did not manage to live or do correctly in their “past” life. But sometimes something unusual and bright happened, which was firmly imprinted in my memory, forcing me to return to it again and again...
At the moment of “their” appearance, I was sitting calmly by the window and drawing roses for my school homework. Suddenly I very clearly heard a thin, but very persistent child’s voice, which for some reason said in a whisper:
- Mom, mommy, please! We'll just try... I promise you... Let's try?..
The air in the middle of the room thickened, and two very similar friend on a friend, an entity, as it later turned out - a mother and her little daughter. I waited in silence, watching them in surprise, since until now they had always come to me only one at a time. Therefore, at first I thought that one of them most likely should be the same as me - alive. But I couldn’t determine which one, since, according to my perception, there were no survivors among these two...
The woman was still silent, and the girl, apparently unable to stand it any longer, touched her a little and quietly whispered:
- Mother!..
But there was no reaction. The mother seemed absolutely indifferent to everything, and only a thin child’s voice sounding nearby was sometimes able to snatch her out of this terrible stupor for a while and light a small spark in her green eyes that seemed to be extinguished forever...
The girl, on the contrary, was cheerful and very active and seemed to feel completely happy in the world in which she this moment lived.
I couldn’t understand what was wrong here and tried to stay as calm as possible so as not to frighten off my strange guests.
- Mom, mom, speak up!!! – Apparently the girl couldn’t stand it again.
She looked no more than five or six years old, but apparently she was the leader in this strange company. The woman was silent the whole time.
I decided to try to “melt the ice” and asked as gently as possible:
- Tell me, can I help you with something?
The woman looked at me sadly and finally said:
– Can anyone help me? I killed my daughter!..
This confession gave me goosebumps. But this apparently did not bother the girl at all and she calmly said:
- That's not true, mom.
– What was it really like? – I asked carefully.
- It ran into us terribly big car, and mom was driving. She thinks it's her fault that she couldn't save me. “The girl patiently explained in the tone of a little professor. “And now my mother doesn’t even want to live here, and I can’t prove to her how much I need her.”
– And what would you like me to do? – I asked her.
“Please, could you ask my dad to stop blaming mom for everything?” – the girl suddenly asked very sadly. “I’m very happy here with her, and when we go to see dad, she then becomes like she is now for a long time...
And then I realized that the father apparently loved this little girl very much and, having no other opportunity to pour out his pain somewhere, blamed her mother for everything that happened.
– Do you want this too? – I asked the woman softly.
She just nodded sadly and again closed herself tightly in her sorrowful world, not letting anyone in, including her little daughter, who was already worried about her.
– Dad is good, he just doesn’t know that we are still alive. – The girl said quietly. - Please tell him...
There is probably nothing worse in the world than feeling the guilt that she felt... Her name was Christina. During her life she was cheerful and very happy woman, who, at the time of her death, was only twenty-six years old. Her husband adored her...
Her little daughter's name was Vesta, and she was the first in this happy family a child whom everyone adored, but her father simply doted on her...
The head of the family himself was named Arthur, and he was the same cheerful, cheerful person as his wife was before her death. And now no one and nothing could help him find at least some peace in his pain-torn soul. And he grew in himself hatred for his loved one, his wife, trying to protect his heart from complete collapse.
- Please, if you go to dad, don’t be scared of him... He can be strange sometimes, but that’s when he’s “not real.” – The girl whispered. And it was felt that she was unpleasant to talk about it.
I didn’t want to ask and upset her even more, so I decided that I would figure it out myself.
I asked Vesta which of them wants to show me where they lived before their death, and whether her father still lives there? The place they named upset me a little, since it was quite far from my home, and it took a lot of time to get there. That’s why I couldn’t think of anything right away and asked my new acquaintances if they could appear again at least in a few days? And having received an affirmative answer, I “iron” promised them that I would definitely meet with their husband and father during this time.
Vesta looked at me slyly and said:
– If dad doesn’t want to listen to you right away, you tell him that his “little fox” misses him very much. That's what dad called me only when we were alone, and no one else knows this except him...
Her sly little face suddenly became very sad, apparently remembering something very dear to her, and she really became somewhat like a little fox...
- Well, if he doesn’t believe me, I’ll tell him so. - I promised.
The figures, flickering softly, disappeared. And I kept sitting on my chair, tensely trying to figure out how I could win at least two or three free hours from my family in order to be able to restrain given word and visit his father who is disappointed with his life...
At that time, “two or three hours” outside the house was a rather long period of time for me, for which I would absolutely have to report to my grandmother or mother. And, since I have never been able to lie, I urgently had to come up with some real reason for leaving home for such a long time.
There was no way I could let my new guests down...
The next day was Friday, and my grandmother, as usual, was going to the market, which she did almost every week, although, to be honest, there was no great need for this, since many fruits and vegetables grew in our garden, and the rest of the products Usually all the nearby grocery stores were packed. Therefore, such a weekly “trip” to the market was probably simply symbolic - grandmother sometimes liked to just “get some air” by meeting with her friends and acquaintances, and also bring us all something “especially tasty” from the market for the weekend.
I circled around her for a long time, unable to come up with anything, when my grandmother suddenly calmly asked:
- Well, why aren’t you sitting, or are you impatient for something?..
- I need to leave! – I blurted out, delighted at the unexpected help. - For a long time.
– For others or for yourself? – the grandmother asked, narrowing her eyes.
– For others, and I really need it, I gave my word!
Grandma, as always, looked at me searchingly (few people liked that look of hers - it seemed like she was looking straight into your soul) and finally said:
- To be home by lunchtime, no later. It's enough?
I just nodded, almost jumping for joy. I didn't think that everything would be so easy. Grandma often truly surprised me - she always seemed to know when things were serious and when it was just a whim, and usually, whenever possible, she always helped me. I was very grateful to her for her faith in me and my strange actions. Sometimes I was even almost sure that she knew exactly what I was doing and where I was going... Although, maybe she really knew, but I never asked her about it?..
We left the house together, as if I, too, was going to go to the market with her, and at the very first turn we parted amicably, and each had already gone her own way and about her own business...
The house in which little Vesta’s father still lived was in the first “new district” we were building (as the first high-rise buildings were called) and was located about a forty-minute quick walk from us. I always loved walking, and it did not cause me any inconvenience. Only I really didn’t like this new area itself, because the houses in it were built like matchboxes - all the same and faceless. And since this place was just beginning to be built up, there was not a single tree or any kind of “greenery” in it, and it looked like a stone and asphalt model of some ugly, fake town. Everything was cold and soulless, and I always felt very bad there - it seemed as if I simply had nothing to breathe there...

Kirill Aleksandrovich Tolmatsky - rapper Decl, born in Moscow on July 22, 1983 (34 years old). During this time, he managed to start a family: a wife and child. The singer has a paternal sister and two brothers. Being an idol of the nineties, he shows little of himself now. On a nostalgic note, many of his former fans became curious about where the singer is now and what he is doing.

Many years later

Decl is one of the first Russian rappers, all his tracks were played in clubs and discos. Tolmatsky's training took place in Switzerland. His roommate was the son of the President of Zambia. The music he listened to terrified Kirill. At first he was very annoyed by this noise, but when the guy returned to his homeland, he realized: he really misses this.

His father, the then famous composer Alexander Tolmatsky, recorded the first composition “Friday”, which brought popularity to the singer and a large crowd of fans. In 2002, the rapper released the album “Who Are You?”, which sold millions of copies. Six months later, the artist’s popularity exceeded all expectations, many popular compositions and videos appeared behind him, and journalists never stopped discussing life young singer!

The singer's appearance has undergone a number of changes

After releasing another album, the rapper left the producers and began working on his own.

Now it's already for a long time Decl lives a happy life with his wife, model Yulia Kiseleva.

Decl with his wife

In 2005, their beautiful son Anthony (Tony) was born.

Kirill has been teaching his son hip-hop culture since childhood

In 2016, a serious scandal broke out on social networks between Decl and rapper Vasily Vakulenko, who is known under the pseudonym Basta. Tolmatsky posted that the music was playing too loudly in Basta’s club, to which Vakulenko reacted sharply and called his colleague very humiliatingly: “shaggy schmuck.” He compared what Decl looks like now with appearance animal, which gave rise to many memes and other “social responses” from both Kirill’s haters and his fans.

The conflict between Vakulenko and Talmatsky caused a wide resonance in the hip-hop environment

Decl decided to file a lawsuit and receive large compensation for very offensive lines addressed to him. Basta was found guilty of insult and, following the results of several meetings, Kirill won first 50, and then 350 thousand rubles. So far the hype has died down, but Basta is not going to give up and is preparing many counterclaims.

Cooperation Labels Awards

Kirill Alexandrovich Tolmatsky(born July 22, Moscow) - Russian rapper. Gained fame under the pseudonym DeCl. Other aliases - Le Truk, Giuseppe Hard. Since 2008, it has been stylized as “DeTsl” on the covers of its albums.

Former member of the rap association “Bad B. Alliance”.

The artist’s debut album “Who? You" is one of the best-selling albums in Russia with a circulation of more than 1 million copies.

Biography

Decl’s first performance took place at the Adidas StreetBall Challenge festival in Moscow. After this, the rapper’s face was placed on the cover of the November issue of PTYUCH magazine; this was the beginning of a large number of articles dedicated to Decl.

2000 - Who? You

Debut album “Who? You,” released in 2000, sold more than a million copies (excluding pirated copies). For this album, Decl received the Record 2000 award in the Debut of the Year category. Videos for songs from the album (such as “Tears”, “Party”, “My Blood, Blood”) were in hot rotation on radio and television for a long time. At this time, Decl became the face of the long-running Pepsi advertising campaign “Pepsi, pager, MTV”.

2001 - Street Fighter

Decl’s second album “Street Fighter” also became very successful; for it he received several awards, including Muz-TV, Unesco (best cover of the year), “Stopudovy hit” and “MTV Music Awards” (Russian audience choice).

2004 - Detsl a.k.a. Le Truk

Two years later, a third completely new album was released under the laconic name “aka Le Truk”, which marked the birth of a new Decl as an independent artist. Decl no longer collaborated with his former studio partners (in particular, Vlad Valov), and wrote all the texts himself. Among the album's composers were A. Karpunin, MC Beat, DJ Shooroop, Dj Tonic, Max Homich, Dj 108th, Dj La. Decl himself also acted as a sound producer. The album contains many live instruments and female vocals (Karina Serbina, Knara). Songs such as “Let’s Potabachim”, “Legalize” and “God Is” became real hits. Videos were shot for all three compositions, two of which received wide rotation on MTV. The animated video for the song "Legalize" was banned from television due to the song's controversial themes.

2008 - MosVegas

2014-2016 - Decillion

Currently, Decl is writing three albums at once, which will be released, presumably, during 2014-2016. The artist's new releases will be created in several languages, as the rapper works with musicians from different countries: Jamaican, American, Japanese, French and Spanish.

The first to be released is an album under the working title “DancehallMania” in the style of reggae-dancehall (there is a track with the same name on the album “Here and Now”). A sampler of the disc will appear online on August 31 on Decl’s social media pages. According to the artist, this is an album with a completely new sound - it is recorded in English with melodic choruses and, unlike recent works, is more danceable. Thomas DaVilli, the soul4soul project, Medycin Man, Imal, X-Factor and other Jamaican and African performers took part in the creation of the disc.

The second to be released is a classic hip-hop album, which will include tracks with Decl’s colleagues from America, Europe and Asia, where Kirill himself also plans to use English lyrics.

The third is a Russian-language album, on which Kirill is helped to work by El Toro and his brother Black Jacket, Johnny Johnson from the group “Animal Jazz” and others. Some tracks from the upcoming album are already in rotation on radio stations in New York and Jamaica. In addition, last year several tracks were recorded with the Spanish band Yall, and this year they are already being heard in European clubs.

DancehallMania

In March 2014, the first album from the Decillion trilogy, DancehallMania, was released. The album was recorded with Jamaican musicians in the local Patois dialect. This album is the first serious international album in Russia, recorded in the reggae-dancehall genre, which received recognition from local residents in Jamaica itself. The album featured such musicians as Medycin Man, Thomas Da’Ville, Soul4Soul, Imal, Jah Bari

MXXXIII

In September 2014, the second album of the Decillion trilogy, MXXXIII, was released. The album is a mixture of different genres: trap, dirty south, jazzy hip-hop, electro and R&B - the record incorporates the best traditions of the EDM and hip-hop genres. Colleagues from the USA and Japan took part in the album; the songs were recorded in English, Russian and Japanese. The presentation of the album took place in Spain, in Barcelona

2016 - Who? you (reissue)

Since the release of Decl’s debut album “Who? You" 15 years have passed. Kirill decides to re-release the album and re-record all the songs in his current voice, as well as re-record all the music and make it of higher quality. This task faced the young composer and arranger Ivan Zasidkevich, it was he who recreated all the instrumentals for the album.

The album is scheduled for release in the fall of 2016, but the anniversary tour dedicated to the 15th anniversary of its release has already started.

Personal life

Discography

Solo albums	Year
Who? You
Street Fighter
Detsl aka Le Truk
MosVegas 2012
Dancehall Mania
MXXXIII
Favela Funk EP	2016
Compilations	Year
aka Le Truk The Best 18
Singles	Year
Party
Tears
My blood, my blood
Letter (feat. Marusya)
For you (feat. Knara)
Let's smoke
Be Free (feat. Lil' Kong and D. Masta)
Give it to me (feat. Noggano)
Connection (feat. Yall)
Fire (DJ Groove pop rmx) (RADIO) (feat. Da"Ville)
Ocean of Delight (feat. Show"em Million & Kelpie)
Make u Sweat
Wake!!!
Play on Repeat (feat. Yall)	2014
10:33 (feat. Al Bizzare) (Remix)	2015
CLOSET	2015
VKDSH (Official Remix) (feat. DEF, Nixx, Gourmet)	2015
Traffic jams, construction, dirt	2015

Clips

Name	Year
Friday	1999
Hope for Tomorrow (Bad B. Alliance)
12 Evil Spectators (feat. Master Sheff)
Party at Decl's (feat. Marusya)
Tears (feat. MED DOG)
Who? You
Blood is my blood
Letter (feat. Marusya)
Sea (feat. Bumblebee)
Street Dogs (feat. N’Pans)
Street Fighter
Spring of the 8th Day (feat. Green Gray)
Night (feat. Karina Serbina)
Let's smoke
God exists (feat. Legalize)
Dip It Low (feat. Christina Milian)
Legalize
Sweet Fog (feat. Smokey Mo)
Shot (feat. Mezza Morta)
Be Free (feat. Lil'Kong and D.Masta)
Dream Realiser
Party (NEW)
MXXXIII
My own song	2015
Traffic jams, construction, dirt	2015

DVD releases

Filmography

Soundtrack

• 2003 - “72 meters” - Decl, Marusya feat Rinat S. - Letter

Awards

• Winner of the Golden Gargoyle award in the Legend of the Year category.

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Excerpt characterizing Decl

It seemed that it was impossible to stretch out more than Timokhin stretched out, while the regimental commander reprimanded him. But at that moment the commander-in-chief addressed him, the captain stood up straight so that it seemed that if the commander-in-chief had looked at him for a little longer, the captain would not have been able to stand it; and therefore Kutuzov, apparently understanding his position and wishing, on the contrary, all the best for the captain, hastily turned away. A barely noticeable smile ran across Kutuzov’s plump, wound-disfigured face.
“Another Izmailovo comrade,” he said. - Brave officer! Are you happy with it? – Kutuzov asked the regimental commander.
And the regimental commander, reflected as in a mirror, invisible to himself, in a hussar officer, shuddered, came forward and answered:
- I am very pleased, Your Excellency.
“We are all not without weaknesses,” said Kutuzov, smiling and moving away from him. “He had a devotion to Bacchus.
The regimental commander was afraid that he was to blame for this, and did not answer anything. The officer at that moment noticed the captain’s face with a red nose and a tucked belly and imitated his face and pose so closely that Nesvitsky could not stop laughing.
Kutuzov turned around. It was clear that the officer could control his face as he wanted: the minute Kutuzov turned around, the officer managed to make a grimace, and after that take on the most serious, respectful and innocent expression.
The third company was the last, and Kutuzov thought about it, apparently remembering something. Prince Andrei stepped out from his retinue and said quietly in French:
– You ordered a reminder about Dolokhov, who was demoted, in this regiment.
-Where is Dolokhov? – asked Kutuzov.
Dolokhov, already dressed in a soldier’s gray overcoat, did not wait to be called. The slender figure of a blond soldier with clear blue eyes stepped out from the front. He approached the commander-in-chief and put him on guard.
- Claim? – Kutuzov asked, frowning slightly.
“This is Dolokhov,” said Prince Andrei.
- A! - said Kutuzov. “I hope this lesson will correct you, serve well.” The Lord is merciful. And I will not forget you if you deserve it.
Blue, clear eyes looked at the commander-in-chief as defiantly as at the regimental commander, as if with their expression they were tearing apart the veil of convention that so far separated the commander-in-chief from the soldier.
“I ask one thing, Your Excellency,” he said in his sonorous, firm, unhurried voice. “Please give me a chance to make amends for my guilt and prove my devotion to the Emperor and Russia.”
Kutuzov turned away. The same smile in his eyes flashed across his face as when he turned away from Captain Timokhin. He turned away and winced, as if he wanted to express that everything that Dolokhov told him, and everything that he could tell him, he had known for a long, long time, that all this had already bored him and that all this was not at all what he needed . He turned away and headed towards the stroller.
The regiment disbanded in companies and headed to assigned quarters not far from Braunau, where they hoped to put on shoes, dress and rest after difficult marches.
– You don’t lay claim to me, Prokhor Ignatyich? - said the regimental commander, driving around the 3rd company moving towards the place and approaching Captain Timokhin, who was walking in front of it. The regimental commander’s face expressed uncontrollable joy after a happily completed review. - The royal service... it’s impossible... another time you’ll end it at the front... I’ll apologize first, you know me... I thanked you very much! - And he extended his hand to the company commander.
- For mercy's sake, general, do I dare! - answered the captain, turning red with his nose, smiling and revealing with a smile the lack of two front teeth, knocked out by the butt under Ishmael.
- Yes, tell Mr. Dolokhov that I will not forget him, so that he can be calm. Yes, please tell me, I kept wanting to ask how he is, how he is behaving? And that's all...
“He is very serviceable in his service, Your Excellency... but the charterer...” said Timokhin.
- What, what character? – asked the regimental commander.
“Your Excellency finds, for days,” said the captain, “that he is smart, learned, and kind.” It's a beast. He killed a Jew in Poland, if you please...
“Well, yes, well,” said the regimental commander, “everything must be regretted.” young man in misfortune. After all, great connections... So you...
“I’m listening, Your Excellency,” Timokhin said, smiling, making it feel like he understood the boss’s wishes.
- Yes Yes.
The regimental commander found Dolokhov in the ranks and reined in his horse.
“Before the first task, epaulets,” he told him.
Dolokhov looked around, said nothing and did not change the expression of his mockingly smiling mouth.
“Well, that’s good,” continued the regimental commander. “The people each have a glass of vodka from me,” he added so that the soldiers could hear. – Thank you everyone! God bless! - And he, overtaking the company, drove up to another.
- Well, he really good man; “You can serve with him,” said subaltern Timokhin to the officer walking next to him.
“One word, the king of hearts!... (the regimental commander was nicknamed the king of hearts),” the subaltern officer said, laughing.
The happy mood of the authorities after the review spread to the soldiers. The company walked cheerfully. Soldiers' voices were talking from all sides.
- What did they say, crooked Kutuzov, about one eye?
- Otherwise, no! Totally crooked.
- No... brother, he has bigger eyes than you. Boots and tucks - I looked at everything...
- How can he, my brother, look at my feet... well! Think…
- And the other Austrian, with him, was as if smeared with chalk. Like flour, white. I tea, how they clean ammunition!
- What, Fedeshow!... did he say that when the fighting began, you stood closer? They all said that Bunaparte himself stands in Brunovo.
- Bunaparte is worth it! he's lying, you fool! What he doesn’t know! Now the Prussian is rebelling. The Austrian, therefore, pacifies him. As soon as he makes peace, then war will open with Bunaparte. Otherwise, he says, Bunaparte is standing in Brunovo! That's what shows that he's a fool. Listen more.
- Look, damn the lodgers! The fifth company, look, is already turning into the village, they will cook porridge, and we still won’t reach the place.
- Give me a cracker, damn it.
- Did you give me tobacco yesterday? That's it, brother. Well, here we go, God be with you.
“At least they made a stop, otherwise we won’t eat for another five miles.”
– It was nice how the Germans gave us strollers. When you go, know: it’s important!
“And here, brother, the people have gone completely rabid.” Everything there seemed to be a Pole, everything was from the Russian crown; and now, brother, he’s gone completely German.
– Songwriters forward! – the captain’s cry was heard.
And twenty people ran out from different rows in front of the company. The drummer began to sing and turned to face the songwriters, and, waving his hand, began a drawn-out soldier’s song, which began: “Isn’t it dawn, the sun has broken...” and ended with the words: “Then, brothers, there will be glory for us and Kamensky’s father...” This song was composed in Turkey and was now sung in Austria, only with the change that in place of “Kamensky’s father” the words were inserted: “Kutuzov’s father.”
Having torn off these like a soldier last words and waving his hands, as if he were throwing something to the ground, the drummer, a dry and handsome soldier of about forty, looked sternly at the songbook soldiers and closed his eyes. Then, making sure that all eyes were fixed on him, he seemed to carefully lift with both hands some invisible, precious thing above his head, held it like that for several seconds and suddenly desperately threw it:
Oh, you, my canopy, my canopy!
“My new canopy...”, twenty voices echoed, and the spoon holder, despite the weight of his ammunition, quickly jumped forward and walked backwards in front of the company, moving his shoulders and threatening someone with his spoons. The soldiers, waving their arms to the beat of the song, walked with long strides, involuntarily hitting their feet. From behind the company the sounds of wheels, the crunching of springs and the trampling of horses were heard.
Kutuzov and his retinue were returning to the city. The commander-in-chief gave a sign for the people to continue walking freely, and pleasure was expressed on his face and on all the faces of his retinue at the sounds of the song, at the sight of the dancing soldier and the soldiers of the company walking cheerfully and briskly. In the second row, from the right flank, from which the carriage overtook the companies, one involuntarily caught the eye of a blue-eyed soldier, Dolokhov, who especially briskly and gracefully walked to the beat of the song and looked at the faces of those passing with such an expression, as if he felt sorry for everyone who did not go at this time with the company. A hussar cornet from Kutuzov's retinue, imitating the regimental commander, fell behind the carriage and drove up to Dolokhov.
The hussar cornet Zherkov at one time in St. Petersburg belonged to that violent society led by Dolokhov. Abroad, Zherkov met Dolokhov as a soldier, but did not consider it necessary to recognize him. Now, after Kutuzov’s conversation with the demoted man, he turned to him with the joy of an old friend:
- Dear friend, how are you? - he said at the sound of the song, matching the step of his horse with the step of the company.
- I am like? - Dolokhov answered coldly, - as you see.
The lively song gave special meaning the tone of cheeky gaiety with which Zherkov spoke, and the deliberate coldness of Dolokhov’s answers.
- Well, how do you get along with your boss? – asked Zherkov.
- Nothing, good people. How did you get into the headquarters?
- Seconded, on duty.
They were silent.
“She released a falcon from her right sleeve,” said the song, involuntarily arousing a cheerful, cheerful feeling. Their conversation would probably have been different if they had not spoken to the sound of a song.
– Is it true that the Austrians were beaten? – asked Dolokhov.
“The devil knows them,” they say.
“I’m glad,” Dolokhov answered briefly and clearly, as the song required.
“Well, come to us in the evening, you’ll pawn the Pharaoh,” said Zherkov.
– Or do you have a lot of money?
- Come.
- It is forbidden. I made a vow. I don’t drink or gamble until they make it.
- Well, on to the first thing...
- We'll see there.
Again they were silent.
“You come in if you need anything, everyone at headquarters will help...” said Zherkov.
Dolokhov grinned.
- You better not worry. I won’t ask for anything I need, I’ll take it myself.
- Well, I’m so...
- Well, so am I.
- Goodbye.
- Be healthy…
... and high and far,
On the home side...
Zherkov touched his spurs to the horse, which, getting excited, kicked three times, not knowing which one to start with, managed and galloped off, overtaking the company and catching up with the carriage, also to the beat of the song.

Returning from the review, Kutuzov, accompanied by the Austrian general, went into his office and, calling the adjutant, ordered to be given some papers related to the state of the arriving troops, and letters received from Archduke Ferdinand, who commanded the advanced army. Prince Andrei Bolkonsky entered the commander-in-chief's office with the required papers. Kutuzov and an Austrian member of the Gofkriegsrat sat in front of the plan laid out on the table.

Kirill Tolmatsky (Decl aka Le Truk), 30 years old, musician, singer

About the son and the mirror world

Having a child changes your life. You begin to think more about the consequences of your actions. This is the main thing. It is useless to build any programs with a child, he will still be the way he will be, I can only lay the foundation. The main thing I tell him is: “The world is a mirror, everything you do will come back to you again.” Of course, I tell Tony that decent-indecent, beautiful - not beautiful, but in general, I treat him like a brother, not a child. It seems to me that he understands many things much better than me.

About the region, the antisocial government and the “tweezers”

I chose this area because it is quite quiet, at the same time in the center, near the Bauman Garden, Lefortovo Park, historical estates, and there are places to take a walk. I live on Kazakova Street in a small old house with one entrance. I know roughly all the residents; in Moscow the culture of communication with neighbors is not particularly developed. It seems like everyone is quiet, there’s a neighbor behind the wall cheerfully insane, periodically throws up note-notes. In life at home active participation I don’t accept it, I don’t go to house meetings, I find out about changes, one might say, after the fact. Tony in goes to school here in the area. Not long ago he wanted to learn to play the drums, he brought him to music school in Tokmakov Lane, he immediately began to teach the teacher there, apparently it was too early. Life around the house is rich - there are a lot of “tweezers” and homeless people - it comes from Kurskaya. My wife was recently “plucked” by Kazakov, and the guy Slavic appearance so unnoticeably, carefully, he did everything. The fastest “pluckers” are mostly of Slavic appearance. On Kazakova there is a beautiful estate of Count Razumovsky, which has been restored many years after the fire. I am personally sure that the arson was deliberate. The Sports Committee sits there and even children are not allowed to go there. Okay, they recognize me and allow me, but others don’t! This is a closed area. Why? You can't get to the football fields either. Why? Everything is private with us - private-government. They like to isolate themselves there, close themselves and sit. It feels like the people are afraid of the government, they are afraid of the people. Maybe we just have an anti-social government?

About places and night shooting

If we talk about places nearby, in Lyalin Lane there is a cafe-store “Fley”, where I buy fresh farm products. Speaking about Moscow in general, I know a lot of people in “Probka”: the cooks, the staff, all very nice guys, they don’t bullshit. There is also a cafe “Dream” next to the House of Music, the place itself is controversial, but the food is delicious. As concert venue I like “16 tons”, there was “Caviar”, it’s a shame that it’s no longer there. If we take music content, there are now very few events where the main thing is the quality of the music. The emphasis is mainly on cheap alcohol and the same music. People come to get drunk and get high. I don't see any other motivation. There is no real one in Moscow club life- eat at night.

About Moscow, criminal garbage and a female mayor

For the most part, people perceive the world visually, and Moscow loses in this regard compared to other cities. It is very gray, yes, there is a center with interesting mansions, everything is more or less nice, especially in the summer, but in general, everything looks a little sad. And the aggressive background in the city due to the fact that people do not receive visual pleasure. Why is there such aggression near the Moscow Ring Road and beyond the Moscow Ring Road? Because the picture is not beautiful. This is called a ghetto. When guys from American ghettos come here and enter ours, they cringe, they say: “We thought we had a ghetto, but here it’s so brutal.” In the evenings it is generally dangerous to appear in some places. Yes, even take “Red October”, you couldn’t imagine being closer to the center! There, in the dark, such characters hang out, “put on shoes,” fight, some kind of nonsense. There are a lot of tasteless advertisements around the city. I think it should be banned altogether in courtyards and on historical buildings. There is no need to advertise good things - word of mouth will do its job. They advertise mostly, excuse me, all sorts of crap. Now everyone is talking about bicycle paths and pedestrian zones, but Moscow is not intended for pedestrians in principle. If we take New York, for example, there are as many people walking the streets there every day as we had at the very beginning of the protest movements. And so, our people don’t really like to walk the streets. And it’s not about the cars that fill the empty spaces on the streets. The city lacks greenery, but there was some. As a child, I lived on Leningradskoye Shosse, first in the Airport metro area, then Sokol, I remember what Leningradka looked like - there was an alley with trees, there were trees on Tverskaya. I had an idea, why not make a roof over Tverskaya? There, it’s really possible to build a roof up to the Kremlin, create a completely pedestrian zone, install beautiful lighting, insulate everything properly, so that in winter people get into summer, where birds fly. Nobody needs this. Better put another one shopping mall or office building. And renting everything out is more expensive. We have a huge problem with housing - all people are waiting for their closest old relatives to die so that an apartment can appear. And how many empty, uninhabited houses there are. An artificial problem is created, a fictitious hype, this crazy money for square meters. I have one conspiracy theory - maybe they are up there, waiting for them to run from Europe to us? Something needs to be done about the garbage too. There are many private waste removal companies in America and Europe, the waste disposal process is well thought out, and each area is monitored by a specific company. In Moscow this is a very criminal business. And we need to talk about this serious problem and solve it somehow. But for some reason we are talking about fines for illegal parking, about the importance of replacing the tiles for the tenth time. Average level salaries in our country are somewhere around sixty thousand rubles, utilities cost from five to ten thousand, you still need for travel, food, and in the end you earned this money and spent it only on surviving in this city. I consider myself a patriot, I have never thought of leaving, but for the last five years I have had a great desire to escape from here. In my opinion, the mayor should be a woman who will treat the city as her own home: paint it here, plant flowers there. I don’t take Matvienko as an example. Matriarchy, of course, is a delicate matter, but a woman has more potential. And in political games you can use feminine charm and some kind of sophistication. Or maybe, on the contrary, it’s a fight, a woman, why not? Catherine was there at one time. History shows that men listen to their women. I'll definitely listen.

About cities

I always say that you should definitely travel. This greatly develops a person in all respects. Everything is bad with our cities. Maybe this will be said for the hundredth time, but I don’t understand how it happens that in the country richest in minerals, oil and gas, with a huge territory, no one deigns to bring small cities into order! Is everything clean and beautiful in Koenigsberg just because of its proximity to Europe? Let's take Odessa - beautiful city in the past, now everything is falling apart, St. Petersburg has also been ruined. Vladivostok - most interesting city, but it makes no sense that they built this bridge, repaired the facades before the next summit, and you will climb high point- everything looks like one big factory. And so throughout Russia!

About fear and the “zombie box”

We, unfortunately, live in a time when the main driver of progress is fear. Fear of losing your job social status, say something wrong. I haven’t had a TV at home for seven years, I don’t watch Zombie Box. The information I need is on the Internet: I use Facebook, Contact, SoundCloud, and read Leper Colony. And our people smile a little.