Hyperpersonal

It sounds like neon flashing in time with your breathing. There is no slow courtship or shy glances here - only the heat of the club, skin centimetres away from other skin, and tension that makes the air sparkle. Everything is as physical, honest and unapologetic as possible, as if the night itself has decided to stop pretending to be decent.

The beats are like heartbeats after the third cocktail, the words are short, direct, stick to the body and remain there until morning. This is music about erasing boundaries and forgetting about personal space, at least for a couple of hours. It's dirty, daring, but with a strange sense of freedom - like in a dance where no one judges anyone.