Rzeźnia i gruz

Somewhere between club madness and post-industrial poetry - a pulse that doesn't ask for permission. Everything is creaking, crumbling, smoking, but it's alive. Here, dirt isn't a disgrace, but a texture; sweat is like glitter under the spotlights. The world is breaking down into rhythms and sounds, and each beat feels like it's reassembling the bones in my body. There's a strange cleansing in this noise: when the bass hits under your ribs, it becomes clear – yes, you can go into metal, into pus, and into chaos, as long as you feel. Because that's when, with molten wire under your skin, you finally understand what it means to be human. Rap, Production: Jakub Jan Bryndal Saxophone: Kasper Krupa Donkey's head, flexitone: José Manuel Albán Juárez Mixing, Mastering: Envee