Knalprobleem

It's as if Friday evening couldn't hold back and turned on the neon lights itself.

Mirrored sunglasses, a shiny jacket, and a slightly ridiculous confidence in every movement - that's the recipe for a ‘super club’ where the rules are simple: don't think, don't be shy, don't look for meaning in the lyrics. The main thing is that the bass beats in your chest and the lights shimmer with all the colours of a forgotten iPhone from the 2010s.

Here, alcohol is not a drink, but a climate. The air is saturated with synthetics and freedom, and somewhere between ‘Jimmy-Jimmy’ and ‘no problem’ you can catch that very state when it doesn't matter who you are or why you came. You just dance while the world around you melts into mirror balls and plastic glitter.