Wagyu du Jap'

The night smells of python skin and expensive steak: there is danger, a fashion show, and a desire to devour the world alone with a Wagyu mushroom. The voice seems to come from a luxury lounge, where negotiations take place between trying on jackets and burning someone's reputation - all with a slight smirk. Revenge is served beautifully: steamed Dior, a full-screen cheque and a plan as well thought-out as a wardrobe - clean, stylish and with a hint of ruthlessness.

The chorus turns into a mantra of ‘she wants’: a playful whim about a castle and gourmet pleasures suddenly coexists with cold-blooded determination - ‘let's go for it, but in style.’ On the one hand, there are thuggish stories with life hacks for surviving in the city; on the other, there is an almost theatrical fantasy about the elevation and protection of one's own. The result is a mixture of dark glamour and street truth, where luxury and mockery go hand in hand, and the listener will smile despite the slight risk of becoming ill from all this glitz.