New Gears

In this soundtrack, life at speed weaves a neon aura of luxury, aggression and self-confidence, where even breathing sounds like a diamond under the beat. Each syllable is like a cheque that has long since been cashed, each ‘yo’ is a sound that opens a new chapter in a club where there are no poor or timid people. Here, luxury is not flaunted - it is breathed.

It's ironic, of course, how easily pathos turns into style, and threat into accessory. All this resounds against a backdrop of exhaust fumes, camera flashes and the cloying aroma of victory, which never gets old. A world where sugar is in Kool-Aid and diamonds sparkle in your bite. Where even toothpaste seems to be made of pure gold.