UP&DOWN

The hum of the metropolis, plastic smiles, and actors accustomed to wearing masks - a noisy party all around, but empty inside. Fears whisper “blah-blah-blah” right into your ear, anxiety pulls you around like a dog on a leash. It seems that the future is a horror movie without end credits, where you have to look for light in your own blackout.

Here it swings like an elevator without buttons: up, down, do-do-do-down - and round and round again. Waves of feelings crash against the skin, leaving wet marks on freckles. That's how this music lives - fragile, nervous, honest. Like an admission that it's easier to be anyone but yourself, but you still hold on to this shaky rhythm, as if it were the light itself.