LA BRONCA

The bass booms as if the neighbor's motorcycle is stuck right in the room - and strangely enough, it's not annoying, but exciting. Everything here is built on overlap: sweet promises turn into provocative whispers, and ironic rhymes turn into frank gasps. Sexuality is presented not languidly, but with the bravado of a street carnival, where seriousness simply cannot survive.

Each verse jumps like the pulse of someone who has decided to live exclusively in “party hard” mode. Brands, gothic, juices, and electrolytes are mixed together in one glass, which definitely cannot be drunk in one gulp, but you really want to. The music sounds like an invitation: don't analyze, don't hold back, just dissolve into the movement, where irony and vulgarity are as close friends as bass and drums.