Cristaline

From the very first seconds, you are completely immersed in the illusion that you are in the centre of a club, where the air is heavier than champagne and camera flashes blink faster than traffic lights at an intersection. Everything flickers, spins, and booms: someone has already lost their head, someone their phone, someone their last nerve. But it is in this chaotic cacophony that energy is born - the very energy that keeps you going until morning, even when the ‘vitamins’ have long since run out.

The repeated ‘attention’ sounds like a warning and an invitation at the same time: be ready, the roof is about to blow off. This is not music for reflection - it is the soundtrack to a moment when you want to forget about tomorrow, dance in the smoke and allow yourself a little bit of madness, because the night will write it all off.