Jak Ta LALA

A slightly drunken circus, where reality and fantasy hold hands and stumble together. Here you have “czary mary,” the prosecutor somewhere nearby, and horses falling out of chests - everything mixed together in a good-natured madness, where the pathos burned out before it even began. The music seems to be making fun of itself: hooliganish, deliberately absurd, with glitter on dirty sneakers. The whole scene is like something out of an LSD-fueled Polish meme, but the dancing is honest, sweeping, and accompanied by broad smiles.