It was only a matter of time before Regina Spektor crossed paths with Gogol Bordello. Their aesthetics may seem wildly different, at first glance: Spektor is the classically trained pianist who draws on chanson and Romantic poetry; Gogol Bordello is Gogol Bordello. But there aren’t that many Russian voices in rock music, so it only makes sense that they would find each other. After all, they’re both celebrating a complex and ambiguous heritage, and frankly, the Eastern bloc doesn’t get much positive representation in pop culture. So we have this summit of the minds. Unfortunately, it’s not as much of a drinking song as I would have liked. It’s like, all uplifting and shit. Eugene Hutz and Regina Spektor have both spent most of their lives in the United States, and they’ve both developed the all-American capacity for un-ironic positivity. Hence, rousing songs like this one, delivered with complete earnestness. I would like to hear more songs about drinking vodka, but I can see where you’re coming from. The world does need more uplift.