
Summer steals our autumn,
autumn never sees winter,
we dance under freedom,
learning the new tide.
Digital transition, no guarantee —
E-milja delivers it by post,
lights and all.
A billion for flats,
we buy bonds,
Brodnjak turns money too cheap.
Goričko to Piran in sixth,
asphalt roars to Carinthia —
the backwoods Slovene does well.
No fool left for a hero
on minimum wage,
we reward all who dodge the tax.
Vrečko fixes jobs for mates,
Cankar after a defeat,
the Olympics after a win.
Oil turns up excise-free,
subsidies for limousines,
TEŠ to heat the valleys.
"Pension for all, not the few,"
Mesec snuffles in the clouds,
"you'll never reach it at a hundred revs."
Five rats gnaw cables on Litijska,
four mice in the government,
just write Dominik off.
RTV at hoFer prices,
Erika nails guests into coffins,
Siol's our father again, not Janša's.
In Europe we'll be Kos,
at home pigeons on the roof —
the gen-ius sins torment us.
Grimsi bear weeps in Brussels,
SeroTonin lost in grey,
no warm brotherly embrace.
Love blooms on the farm for the dying,
three stalks for the healthy Marys —
no one left behind.
"Enjoy it while we can,"
deal green seedlings,
no guarantee against a raid.
Kids would shoot up schools
but can't write an essay,
all special, on pills.
The world rests on the young,
so we invest green and cheap —
raising radioactive fertility.
Circle YES! for polygamy,
before the migrants come with cocks —
mind the demographics.
One tip, just for you:
don't be an old-fashioned Janez —
when, if not in the autumn of life,
will we get to know each other closer?
Summer steals our autumn,
autumn never sees winter,
we dance under freedom,
learning the new tide.
Digital transition, no guarantee —
E-milja delivers it by post,
lights and all.
A billion for flats,
we buy bonds,
Brodnjak turns money too cheap.
Goričko to Piran in sixth,
asphalt roars to Carinthia —
the backwoods Slovene does well.
No fool left for a hero
on minimum wage,
we reward all who dodge the tax.
Vrečko fixes jobs for mates,
Cankar after a defeat,
the Olympics after a win.
Oil turns up excise-free,
subsidies for limousines,
TEŠ to heat the valleys.
"Pension for all, not the few,"
Mesec snuffles in the clouds,
"you'll never reach it at a hundred revs."
Five rats gnaw cables on Litijska,
four mice in the government,
just write Dominik off.
RTV at hoFer prices,
Erika nails guests into coffins,
Siol's our father again, not Janša's.
In Europe we'll be Kos,
at home pigeons on the roof —
the gen-ius sins torment us.
Grimsi bear weeps in Brussels,
SeroTonin lost in grey,
no warm brotherly embrace.
Love blooms on the farm for the dying,
three stalks for the healthy Marys —
no one left behind.
"Enjoy it while we can,"
deal green seedlings,
no guarantee against a raid.
Kids would shoot up schools
but can't write an essay,
all special, on pills.
The world rests on the young,
so we invest green and cheap —
raising radioactive fertility.
Circle YES! for polygamy,
before the migrants come with cocks —
mind the demographics.
One tip, just for you:
don't be an old-fashioned Janez —
when, if not in the autumn of life,
will we get to know each other closer?

Brazilian DJ and producer Amanda Mussi is known for her unique fusion of techno, acid, and house, blending sounds inspired by the vibrant streets of both the southern and northern hemispheres. When she's not shaping the underground scene in São Paulo as part of the Mamba Negra collective, she's captivating audiences on alternative stages in cities like New York, Stockholm, Amsterdam, and Berlin. Beyond the decks, she crafts and releases music through the Paraguayan label Massa Records, and she's passionate about supporting small, local underground scenes, using her booking platform to connect and uplift South American artists.

Issun-bōshi represents the softer, more introspective side of MMali, exploring melodic tracks with crisp rhythms that transcend the usual bounds of techno and house. His closing sets often feature trance classics infused with rap and pop elements, but his opening sets take on a more emotional tone, delving into deep and ambient soundscapes. His carefully curated selections may also venture into post-rock and synth-pop, adding depth to the journey. While MMali is a staple of Slovenia's underground electronic scene, performances under his gentler alter ego are rare—making them all the more impactful and unforgettable.

The Šoštanj native Rhaegal is one of the few local DJs who not only masters the art of flawless vinyl mixing but also boasts a strong production background, releasing tracks through his label, Hands of the Creator. While it may seem that he mines only the darkest and most hidden corners of the independent electronic scene, a ray of melody shines through at just the right moment—before an unforgiving rhythm plunges you into the depths of yet undiscovered shades of techno. His sound is a journey, balancing intensity with moments of unexpected beauty.


Kader at Grad Kodeljevo runs on two levels: a terrace and a bar upstairs for talking, and an intimate basement below where the techno lives.

Kader at Grad Kodeljevo runs on two levels: a terrace and a bar upstairs for talking, and an intimate basement below where the techno lives.

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