Shakabulizzy

The rhythm beats like heels tapping on asphalt - clear, ringing, and defiant. The words are like fragments of thoughts from notes on a phone: about money, about speed, about focus, about someone you'll have to chase after anyway. And in this strange mantra-like repetition, there is a kind of hypnotic power.

It sounds like a city at night, where the sky is yellow from the streetlights and the air vibrates with the sound of cars and someone's hurried footsteps. Everything revolves around pieces of paper and attention, but between the lines there is a lighthearted game: seriousness only on the outside, and on the inside - a dance where “focus on paper” turns into a funny motto for the evening.

Producer: Dibs