from europe

The sound is heavy, like a concrete slab with bass notes - pressing, but pleasant. Inside it lives a feeling of weary grandeur: everything has already been proven, everything has long been in its place, and one can afford to be arrogant simply because one has the right to do so. The world outside the window is somewhere out there, behind the curtain, and here is a separate territory of confidence and anger, mixed in equal proportions.

In every syllable, you can hear an irritated ‘don't mess with us’ and at the same time a proud ‘look what we can do.’ Outside, maybe someone is writing papers and shaking phones, but here, the beat and self-respect rule. Freedom sounds not like a slogan, but like a fact - like a street that has already been walked down, leaving traces so that others know where to start.