The sixth release on Warsaw-based Brutaż (bruitage) is not the most experimental nor the most banging record. It’s not a tongue-in-cheek type of record nor a kind of commentary. It’s not a wild excursion into anything nor it is a “dj tool”. There’s nothing “futuristic” nor “oldschool” about it. We’re from Poland, after all. Hence, what the record actually relates to is afterhours bravery or a strong affection that might be gone when one wakes up, think of tiredness and the will to go on, think of shortcomings and the fadeout of things you almost had, think of a sudden attack of things you won’t get anyways.”Lipowa Góra” is about not the most prominent mountain that still gets some light, Flecik is a sinister too-too that might be emitted by a flute but it doesn’t really sound like it, “SKC-QX60” grows on you but never actually takes over, “Wśród ślepych jednooki jest królem” is when you miss an eye but or two but you had extra one so it’s still relatively fine.Here, a cat chases the dog but suddenly forgets about it and lies down, slightly annoyed, knowing that it forgot about something. file under: acid, brutaż elders, warsaw, praga, you