Sounds Good

It's as if warm steam is escaping from under the lid of a grand piano - the rhythm is thick, heavy, drawn out, like the air in a summer city, where the asphalt shimmers and the streetlights melt before your eyes. Here, words almost lose their meaning, dissolving into repetitions, turning into a spell: ‘heat, heat, heat’.

The music rolls in waves, sometimes enveloping you in a soft jazz mood, sometimes suddenly striking like hot metal against cold water. Everything turns into a feeling of heat that is no longer about temperature, but about internal intensity: the body pulsates, breathing becomes irregular, and it seems that the sound itself makes the skin flare up. This is not a song, but heat in its purest form - one that you don't hide from, but surrender to.