We are the village folk music for the City people and the disco of the village. We are the children of the 90’s East Meets West. The sound of the Berlin Wall falling reverberating it’s final echoes. We are Budapest. We remember the idealism of our childhoods, but we can't find it now. Only on the dance floor with our music.
We never saw communism, but we reject capitalism, and we hate fascism.
We are Hippy in our hearts, but Punk in our souls. We look like hipsters so they call us gypsters. We are DIY but with our mommy and Daddy's help. We are rock n' roll but you would never guess so.
We want to create not to destroy, so we recycle buildings, sounds, clothes and bikes. We want to save the world, but we still buy plastic and drive diesel. We want children but we're not sure if it's a good idea.
We live in the moment because we never know when it will end. We want to see the world so we don't live anywhere. We both busk for money. We are tough we sleep on the streets.
But we have been spoiled with freedom and instant gratification. We love our lifestyle we hate our privilege.
We are where the Rocky mountains meet the Balkans we are the sound of the 90s replayed on smartphones. We have reached cross-cultural unity and we fight holding together as they tried to build new walls. We don't believe in passports but that's what defines who we are. Ask us where we are from. "We won't tell you! Now shut up and dance!"