Alles neu

It feels as if someone has grabbed life by the scruff of the neck, shaken it until the bones crack, and decided: enough of the old junk. Here, studios burn and goldfish drown, towers of speakers rise from the ruins, and instead of a pitiful toast, there is a juicy steak of change. The air is filled with the smell of fresh paint and gasoline, the sound of cranes and crimson dreams, and in your chest is that same broken rhythm when you destroy everything to make it easier to breathe.

The music seems to challenge everything familiar: if it's cramped, break down the walls; if it's boring, build something new. It contains anger, excitement, and a bold belief that you can press a huge red button and update the world, like a program to version 1.1. And even if it's too ambitious, there's still the feeling of a fresh breeze at the top, which is so appealing after stagnation.