Sensitive by JMZM feat. Iz@ Medošević

Up until recently each generation had it’s own slow dance.
Every youth had it’s own secret anthem... like Love me Tender and so on…

Everything blended between the two bodies, bygone and oncoming.
In the embrace of two people, notably between their legs , the ice was melting, crystals cracking and sometimes the rain was pouring. Looks like from now on, we'll have a more intimate slow dance, more peculiar distance-slow-self-dance...

So wrap one of your own arms around one of your shoulders
with the other arm grab your own buttock and move slowly, very slowly to this music and whisper to yourself:
"Can you smell the rain?"
"Crystals?"
"Ice?"

Kamikaze / Izet Medošević / translation by Kate Foley & Tanja Mamula

HC band from Japan played hard core punk like kamikaze.
In a semi-illegal basement, the shirtless punks toted the Japanese all around the club.
Total harmony.
There were no strangers there, since we were all strangers, and everything was reminiscent of a Viking party with the occasional hit of ecstasy to spice up the love and openness.
Beers, joints and conversations. New bands. Flasks.
Comfortable on young lungs.
And our girls… Beautiful and smart. And smart and fucked up. And hot.
Our beginnings. Rebirth. Animalism.
Justice and pure goodness glued to the concrete with spit.
We were never equal. It wouldn't have been fair.
We eat, drink and enter together, no one’s left behind.
A punk concert is a tribal archaic event.
A little warrior like, so the shamans find their place here too in the wild rhythm of the sweaty pogo, dizzying head and soul.
That’s my mirror, that’s me at this moment.
That’s my mirror, that’s who I am at this moment.
The spine rises slowly, with it the flesh, with flesh comes spirit, with spirit character.
And the enemy is there at the door. It would be wrong to presume he is not there, hidden by some miracle.
He is black. I'm white.
The fall of the black king hints that life wins the party. Nothing personal. Usual polarity. That’s the name of the game.
Can you smell the rain?
Crystals?
Ice?