TO PIPY

Here, it's a pure confrontation with reality, where friendship is weighed against cowardice and silence. Words fly sharply, without filters, as if something that has been festering for a long time has burst out. The atmosphere of the courtyard, where everyone is ‘one of their own,’ but at any moment can chicken out and hide behind the noise of the crowd. There is a lot of anger in the track, but behind it you can sense fatigue: from things left unsaid, from sticky ‘friendship for the sake of propriety,’ from the fact that it is easier to remain silent and sweep the conflict under the rug. The result is a soundtrack for anyone who has ever felt that they have company, but that there has been no real contact in it for a long time.