BANDS

Money here is not paper, but almost an element - it rustles, piles up, falls from hands like leaves at the beginning of autumn. The whole track revolves around this feeling - when your pockets are full, your phone is buzzing with attention, and there is always someone around who is “your best friend today” because there is noise and glamour nearby.

The words fly fast, sometimes breaking off, but keeping to the rhythm, as if it were a half-voiced conversation, only seasoned with boastful laughter. At the center is the eternal club story: girls, bands, cash, the promise of a night with no tomorrow. The irony is that all of this is equally significant and equally empty, but this is precisely where the track's energy comes from - with a mischievous grin and a spark that cannot be confused with anything else.