The Poetic Justice
Virtue is rewarded or a vice is punished, an ironic twist of fate delivered due to our own conduct.
How the fuck then does that apply to music?
We are first and foremost DJ’s who want to see you dance, freak out, fuck each other on the dance floor and then scream for more. We do this at all costs.
We are all made of stars, our mothers have told us for too long how talented we are and our girlfriends wish we would get proper jobs. When Saturday night rolls around, we only live for one thing, music.
Sometimes there are four, sometimes there is only one, but lying subtly in the background are all of our underlying talents as struggling musicians, bathroom singing sensations and misunderstood artists.