Andere Niveau

A booming mix of languages, as if Europe itself had decided to throw a rave under an abandoned bridge. The beats roll in a dense stream, slightly getting stuck in the smoke, but they don't lose their confidence, as if each line knows its worth, even if the words cut like glass. Voices break thru the bass in a half-whisper, defiantly, with an accent that echoes concrete, sun, and cold streets. Where crime coexists with self-irony, and bravado with weariness. It all sounds like the world stopped dividing into "us" and "them" a long time ago; only those who keep the rhythm until the last sip of Red Bull with vodka remain.