Josephine

A pulsating rhythm, like air heated to red hot, in which words dissolve faster than you can catch them. Monotonous “heat-heat” rolls in waves, turning into something between a spell and a mantra for the dance floor. There is no rush to explain or prove anything here - only repetition, only the heat that rises in your chest and lasts until the very last second.

And suddenly, fragments flash by - “baby,” “New York,” “I want to get you somewhere” - like random flashes of neon signs in the night. It seems like you've heard it all before, but that's the thrill of it: the simplicity, the hypnotic repetition, the feeling that the music itself is rocking you, like a long taxi ride through a city that never sleeps.