
In kindergarten you still wanted to be Kekec, a rascal with a hat on your head you'd flip shepherds into the mud, chase around the forest and set traps for teachers who fell for the innocent childhood smile.
As a kid you still dared to look under Mojca's skirt and tell her you're not afraid of the Wolf. If a buddy jumped into the ditch, you jumped after him. When you fell from a tree, you swallowed tears, because it was forbidden for cry-babies to climb back up.
Do you still want to be Kekec?
Have you tied yourself to a tree with a loan? Did you sell your skin to capital, hide in the hole of public administration?
Do you dare to pull the carrot from the boss who takes away your right to disconnect? Steal orphan Bedanec, because he's not happy with him, drops for aunt Pehta so you can see clearly? Do you dare to go to the mountain, before it gets in your way?
They wanted to ban our trees, boilers, stoves. They made nomads out of the Endemit nation. When they set obstacles for us, we could've filed a Rožle. We could've stood above the lonely abyss, but we'd rather follow the wolf's track on a new path to Kader.
The first year of trials is behind us, and we still sow the will to life everywhere. Creativity remains.
In kindergarten you still wanted to be Kekec, a rascal with a hat on your head you'd flip shepherds into the mud, chase around the forest and set traps for teachers who fell for the innocent childhood smile.
As a kid you still dared to look under Mojca's skirt and tell her you're not afraid of the Wolf. If a buddy jumped into the ditch, you jumped after him. When you fell from a tree, you swallowed tears, because it was forbidden for cry-babies to climb back up.
Do you still want to be Kekec?
Have you tied yourself to a tree with a loan? Did you sell your skin to capital, hide in the hole of public administration?
Do you dare to pull the carrot from the boss who takes away your right to disconnect? Steal orphan Bedanec, because he's not happy with him, drops for aunt Pehta so you can see clearly? Do you dare to go to the mountain, before it gets in your way?
They wanted to ban our trees, boilers, stoves. They made nomads out of the Endemit nation. When they set obstacles for us, we could've filed a Rožle. We could've stood above the lonely abyss, but we'd rather follow the wolf's track on a new path to Kader.
The first year of trials is behind us, and we still sow the will to life everywhere. Creativity remains.

PVTR, the younger and gentler of two brothers, will break the ice on the dancefloor, melting our hearts gradually with thicker and thicker beats until we are prepared to be torched by the fire of the eldest. His soothing opening will take us through memories of past mistakes, each painful memory a rough chip fed to shy flames in order to give way to a brighter future. Patrik is our light at the end of the tunnel that will make us forget there is no end to the darkness.

Vinter is the big brother who never makes our lives easy, knowing that a lesson learned the hard way is the one that will stick for good and prepare us for the stark road ahead. He is coming back this Winter to burn our wandering souls in his bonfire of hard beats and weirwood until we rise from the ashes like true Free Folk, ready to write stories of future sins that prey upon those making New Year’s resolutions.

MMali is finally waking up after months of hibernation to end our Kekci Trilogy. Truth be told, our clan chief is a beast that never really hibernates nor sleeps. While his gentler alter ego warmed up stages of ex-yu capitals, MMali produced his own deep tunes and managed to overflow his flash drive with Trance, dance, and trap themes to make girls spin and boys secretly grin during his main techno card. Only the best will make it through the ruthless selection of his keen ear to become the 2025 trending hits.

Mima & Zazi, an improbable doublet of odd colours, main stars of our funky stage above grounds, will put a smile back on frightened faces taking a break from Vinter’s techno roars below. Prepare yourself for disco, house, and funk moves to enter the New Year without hip injuries.

Špäti, the Mother of Kader children, part-time floor sweeper part-time artist, will close Aunt Pehta's dancefloor with house potions and other secret ingredients. Described as absolutely ecstatic, she might have what it takes to outlast MMali's underground performance.


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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