MODO VENGANZA!!!

When emotions boil to the point where smoke comes out instead of tears, and your heart beats like a drum in a club after three in the morning. Everything has already been said, but the record keeps spinning inside - about that very mistake you first want to erase, and then for some reason, you want to play it again. It smells of jealousy, night asphalt, and cheap whisky from behind the Café La Palma bar. The stage is like revenge, but it's actually an attempt not to drown in silence. Somewhere between pain and adrenaline, this strange feeling is born - as if you want to be bad simply because being good is unbearable anymore. And the louder the music, the quieter the memory.