No Syringe

The bass beats, and the air becomes slightly denser - as if the smell of petrol has mixed with the perfume from the club toilet. Everything here is at its limit: body, sound, confidence. The world has narrowed down to a rhythm where decisions are made not with the head, but with the movement of the shoulders. No ‘why’ or ‘what for’ - just ‘that's how it is.’

There is no room for drama in this sound - only the dexterity, excitement, and slight fatigue of those who have been spinning the world on their finger for too long. A little cynicism, a little sex, a little self-confidence - just the right combination to blow your mind, but you still come back for more. And it's true: sometimes one glance, one ‘and that's it’ is enough to make the night meaningful.