The Vinter brothers are still at large for now. Ever since we stopped having real winters, the Haloze matadors have wiped their savings from hibernation and invested everything into music, liquids, and tobacco. If you have at least average mileage, there's a high probability that at least one of the brothers has already pushed you across the dancefloor until the meters went into red numbers. The checkered ones unfortunately got such a tough group at Euro 2024 that they gave up on Croatian football and both reserved all their battle cries for igniting the home stands Under the Free Sun.

Šoštanj endemics are extremely rare. In 1635, in Kajuh's land, a team of Prussian conquistadors first discovered a cave where, after rigorous analysis, they identified Rhaegal // Bobs among a rich deposit of powerful Šaleška-Carinthian bombs. Since then, he's surfaced only 2 to 3 times, which is why he's still paler than A4 paper. It's time for the master of technically refined and mineral-rich underground rhythms to shake the Ljubljana basin to the point where it'll be crystal clear to everyone what happens when you ferment the most crystalline underground music for 400 years. The tempo will be on frequencies we'll barely comprehend, so we need to prepare, put helmets down, and switch on our caving headlamps, or we'll end up even paler than him by the end.

The Carinthian duke of underground music was enthroned approximately 30 years ago. In times when nature destroys everything in its path, politics only cares about lining its own pockets, and international organizations are just a circus anyway, MMali / Issun-bōshi has let us know he hasn't said his last word yet. The main endemic from the north, after his April episode in Svarog's pantheon, has diligently cultivated chilies all year long, along with music so spicy it would bring even a babushka to her knees. For all those who seek solace in empty promises and won't find true faith within themselves, from the dark night until the red morning, he will dictate the tempo of a new pagan religion, when Under the Free Sun we'll taste the last slice of freedom before we're swallowed by the machine of capitalo-hysteria that we ourselves created. You all better be in the front row.