CUPIDOxX

A nightclub as a catwalk for the ego: shiny watches, expensive clothes and repetitive phrases - ‘don't fall in love, make money’. The vocals are as if painted in neon outlines - bold, dandyish and with a clear excess of bragging; the whole scene seems like a theatre of bad actors, where the tuning forks are diamonds and loud lines about ‘bullets’ are more like hyperbole than a plan of action. A dance between vulgarity and charm, where false confidence becomes a comical accessory, and sincere intimacy remains somewhere behind the scenes. The result is like looking at someone through a shop window: the glamour sells the image, but inside you can still hear the rhythm that makes you move, laugh and suspect that behind the mask there may also be fatigue.