There are records that burn their ships — that move like a projectile and force the world to follow their trajectory, even if the impact destroys them. Others choose to settle down, to inhabit the ground conquered by others and plant their flag there: genre music, domesticated music. There are also those who look back, searching in the past for the promise of an alternate future. The revivalists — the ones who still believe history can be rewritten through its memories. But "Euforia" belongs to none of these realms. It doesn’t aim to preserve a form or invent a new one. It doesn’t want followers — it seeks movement. Its drive is neither linear nor nostalgic: it’s fractal. This album is raw energy, noise that organizes itself only to explode again.