Analog Horror Funk - Slowed

A sleepy mood can be louder than any party. Half-closed eyes, disjointed phrases, and a lazy beat pull you toward your pillow, but keep you in rhythm. There is no drama or pathos here - just the feeling of a long night when words turn into meaningless fragments and voices sound as if they are about to break into a yawn.

The music sways slowly, as if deliberately mocking you: you want to dance, but you also want to fall asleep right there and then. Everything is imbued with self-irony - as if even fatigue has decided to become part of the show.