Адреналин

Somewhere between the midnight lights and the deafening silence, you get the feeling that a motor has been started inside you. Everything trembles, sparks fly, your heart races in the red zone - and you want it to never end. No half-measures, just ‘zero to a hundred’ in a couple of breaths. Adrenaline instead of coffee, illusions instead of sleep.

Let the bridges creak and the angels fall asleep at their posts - who said you need to sleep when you can fly? In this music, everything sounds like a party without a schedule: a little fragility, a little madness, and just enough honesty to believe that we are truly alive.