PUKE SOMETHING

A breath of fresh air for those who are suffocating under other people's rules. A raw, nervous, searingly honest cry - not for the sake of posturing, but because there is no other way. Here, teenage pain does not turn into posturing, and adult fatigue does not turn into cynicism. Everything is like a cut without a bandage: it stings, but it's alive. A song where the words hit harder than the bass, and each one is like an attempt to prove that the right to be yourself should not require permission. The world is ugly, but if you have to survive in it, then at least do it beautifully, with a blade and light in your pocket.