Wild

A ghost wanders through Europe, the ghost of the wild. Electronic music has become a common place, politically correct gum, an amorphous hydra, a lullaby for beginners, a sleeping pill for coffee drinkers, an unobtrusive background for TV programs and fertilizer for tradescantia in snack bars. It struggles vigorously in convulsions, masking itself as extreme and alternative, absorbing their artistic techniques and primal power like a sponge. Another explosion has brewed in two capitals. Wildness, unpredictability, cultural and musical radicalism will inject fresh blood into electronic music. They will revive it in the eyes of a multimillion-dollar audience, making people talk about electronic music as a living, developing, young art filled with Being from head to toe. Wildness is more relevant now than ever. Wildness advances on all fronts; it will come to all genres that have not yet received its life-giving seed, but electronic music needs wildness right now. You will understand how ecstasy can be achieved without drugs; and if it is said time and again that Velvet Underground is heroin, Stevie Wonder is pure cocaine, and Pink Floyd is a small drop of LSD, then the compilation 'Wild YOI' is adrenaline, 'not sadness', taurine, caffeine, guarana and electroconvulsive therapy all in one. You will be surprised: explosive but incredibly pleasant, cat-like plastic, predatorily aggressive, and at the same time warm, a mixture. Warm, like a saving sun in a horrible frost. But cunning: the deeper you delve, the more it burns. Will you make it to the very bottom, where real passions boil, and not get burned? Not shed a tear, not explode with wild laughter?