Tiger

A breakthrough roar and, at the same time, a flirtatious “beware” - the voice seems to be trying on a tiger's skin and going out hunting under the neon lights. It's like the diary of a teenager who has become a little bolder: a little revenge, a little retribution, a little angry irony - but underneath it all is a clear thrill of power and control.

The crowd turns into a choir, the beat into a sapper tape for dispersal, and the sharpest phrases sound like a promise not to let go. You want to sing along and dance to the song, even when the words are sharp - because instead of crying, they prefer to growl, get bruises, and move on, with a proud smirk and a raised flag.