Visszaesők, Arythmetyc

Visszaesok:

The music that Gabi Tóth could have become if, instead of adultery, she had escaped reality through folklore and alcohol. A group photo that was never taken, but the outfits are fucking awesome. The feeling when, after a party, in the morning, the dried spit on the corner of your mouth, the smell of dry red wine and strong pálinka covering your shirt and the poncho you used as a blanket, instead of inducing vomiting, induces joy. Visszaesők is the party you weren't invited to, but where you're still welcome, where at the end of the night you confess to the aesthetic green-haired girl that you play guitar, and she pulls the burgundy suspenders off your hemp pants without hesitation. A name that has now left behind the musty cellar smell and migrated into our hearts. When you hear their music, you may first be overcome by patriotism, then suicide, and finally inevitable drunkenness. It would be a dream come true for every girl at ELTE and Kisképző if they could get into a festival next year or make it onto the "big stage." They are able to form a closer relationship with an appreciative audience, but they don't discriminate, with punks and skinheads also represented, occasionally even on stage.