Chicken Grease

It smells like roasting - in the best way possible. Everything is sizzling, trembling, and sticking to your fingers, like a rhythm you can't help but dance to. The bass is swirling like a spoon in an old oil can, and the voice from above is seasoning everything with a pinch of self-irony and confidence. Funk here isn't just music - it's a style of movement, a walk, a mood, a state of mind that decided long ago it doesn't care about seriousness. Everything is pulsating, like a summer kitchen on a Saturday: hot, loud, and delicious until the final chord. "Chicken grease" is when the dance floor turns into a frying pan, and every step leaves a shiny trail of pleasure.