Shatta Confessions

The words sound like a street conversation after a noisy party - a little hoarse, honest, with irony on the tip of the tongue. Everything is laid out clearly: if one leaves, another will be found, the world will not collapse, and the ‘animal world’ is already full of these ‘koko-lapins’. Each line contains a slight mockery of someone else's incompetence and, at the same time, a calm acceptance of the fact: you didn't invest, you couldn't do it, well, okay.

The beats conceal the mood of Saturday freedom: when you want to breathe out from the heart, laugh at other people's dramas and stage a small rebellion against everything that is ‘unacceptable’. The result is a cocktail of sarcasm, street spirit and a strange but invigorating lightness - as if chaos too can be turned into music.