“I just really love writing at night-time. You don’t feel pressure from outside. You’re completely isolated, you can do whatever you want. Every time it’s a very, like, perfect state of mind.” Gleb Kolyadin plays piano mostly at night. Under the cover of darkness, in his flat in St Leonards-on-Sea, the displaced Russian enters a kind of fictional world, free from the anxieties of the day, the week, the last three years. His new album was composed like this, in this headspace guided subliminally by the melodies of Mike Oldfield, Brian Eno, Prokofiev, David Lynch, Wong Kar-wai and others across the progressive, classical and cinematic spheres he loves.
Speaking to Prog, Kolyadin is sweeter company than his elegant, alabaster press photos might suggest. He smiles easily. He apologises for his…
