Analog Horror Funk - Super Slowed

Everything here is built on a daring game: promises that sounded too loud at night turn into yawns and sleepy excuses by morning. Words come out short and sharp, like teasing in a courtyard where no one is going to be serious.

The rhythm goes round in circles, repeating the same phrases, and this gives rise to a strange magic - either a tease or a party battle cry. A slight absurdity mixed with Brazilian enthusiasm makes the track resemble a random meme that suddenly became the anthem of the night.