Salute

Summer in this sound smells like asphalt, warmed by engines and the fumes of night-time parties. Words fly like sparks from an exhaust pipe: a little bravado, a little philosophy about who is real and who is playing a role. Everything here is ‘bigger’: cars, noise, ambitions, and even pathos - also in abundance. But behind the loud ‘salute the real’ lies a simple truth: lift your own, keep your balance, and remember where you come from. Music becomes something like a handshake - sharp, confident, with a slight smirk on the lips.