To jest koniec

Pure satire: there's sport, local slang, and a stream of associations from edamame to breakfast television. The words fly like a street poster - loud, bold, and with so much self-irony that you don't know where the joke ends and the diagnosis begins. The world is presented as an absurd show without God and birds, but with drones and clones, and there is only one way out - to raise your hands and admit: ‘to jest kurwa koniec’ (this is the fucking end). But it doesn't sound like defeat, but like a carnival, where the finale is a reason to laugh out loud once again.

The heat envelops you as if the air itself were playing an instrument. Flowers, fire, movement - everything turns into rhythm, where words are almost unnecessary. Sounds soar and then shower down like sparks, and amid this heat, a reflection suddenly appears - as if you are looking at yourself in a crooked mirror and still believe: this is it, this is real. The music pulsates like a heart at its peak, and it seems that reality itself is adjusting to this rhythm.

Rap: Astek, Rado Radostny

Production/Turntables: @atutowy, The Returners

Vocals: @atutowy

Mix/Master: Enzu

Executive Producer: Michal Hwialkowski, Jan Dombrowski

Editor: Shershen