MESSI

It's not a conveyor belt of releases, but a belief in raw vocals and nighttime mixes. Here, they don't wait for talent to fall from the sky: brick by brick, until the “house with a view of the house” becomes a reality, and the courtyard hums in unison instead of cicadas. In their language, there is a touch of bravado: comparisons with sports legends, hyperbole about a thousand hearts in one bed, a promise to take music to the very top. Between the lines is stubbornness, which for the hundredth time does everything “again by itself,” asks to be spoken to face to face, and laughs at the gilded veneer of “presidential” dreams. The beat crunches like gravel under sneakers, and in this rhythm you can hear the simple arithmetic of happiness: fewer tears, more work, and someday the crowd will sing it instead of an alarm clock.