WIFE MATERIAL*

Night here is not just a time of day, but a space in which everything superfluous dissolves. Clothes slip off, words melt away, leaving only skin, breath and the promise that it will be ‘sin fin, fin, fin’. This music contains the damp warmth of closed rooms, laughter mixed with whispers, and a slightly predatory tenderness that arises where there are no more masks.

Sexuality sounds open, but not crude: like a game, like a daring dance between two people, where desire is intertwined with memories, and the rhythm becomes a continuation of touch. This is a track about a long night that you want to stretch out, like the taste of a favourite moment, until dawn, while the same song that once played outside the window continues to ring out.