DIOMEDEZ

A rough and affectionate confession that whispers and shouts at the same time: an explosive flow of street boasting, seasoned with everyday carelessness and melancholy nostalgia for those who can no longer be returned. The sound is like a conversation at the entrance, where Spanish words, the name of Diomedes and scraps of a football dream slip between praises and anecdotes; the rhythm drags you forward, and the meaning jokes, but sometimes the truth suddenly cuts to the quick.

The figurative palette - from “katanas” and “pulmon” to the “scarlet” arrogant trophy of victories: everything that makes street chatter alive is mixed here - pride, excitement, gibberish of passions and the warm cruelty of everyday life. Boasting turns into recognition to those who remain in memory; sexuality is presented with irony, where praise and self-irony are held in one hand, and in the other - the habit of not putting up protection, as a symbol of risk and challenge.

The feeling is close, like a note in a notebook, written between tasks: fun, a little rude, slightly painful and strangely tenderly truthful. This is a soundtrack for those who like to listen not only to the rhythm, but also to the language of the street - with its contradictory pride, small exploits and an undisguised desire to be heard.