The virus of the birbork also infects those who played good music, and Buta is in vain

Smack wine for a reason...

The dignified music and material from the Kosovo highway have been rare this summer, but not that other wines have had many reasons to be excited, writes Periscope.

However, perhaps the most depressing aspect so far is that we have begun listening to bad songs even from those who have so far saved themselves from artistic degradation and have tried to be authentic in what they do.

Rather than these artists, who once played dignified music, were imposed, and influenced by those artists who brought in and brought in sound music, the opposite has happened.

The long, tiring carat has left psychological effects on everyone, it's very well counted.

You would say hello if you thought that, if we did, an artist would use this period to bring in more basic, spiritual, and powerful messages after so much suffering that the measure could undoubtedly be incarnated has taken place quite the opposite, since the euphoria of being relief in nightclubs seems to have overwhelmed them all.

No artist respects the mass, tries to stand by it, and respects it without insulting its intelligence. For most of us, life isn't partyy.

In fact, a part of the audience just makes it feel even lower than the verses in Paris, just as I am in Milano. Imagine, these are what we hear most often in an Estrada representing the most isolated people in Europe.

We (calculating ourselves as part of the common population) are viewed as being ignorant and uneducated in artistic terms, and that is the most difficult and sad part of this entire artistic debal.

We understand that the music for nightclubs is very necessary, but to become music for all nightclubs, not just for Rinora 4, or any club somewhere in Europe where Albanians want a piece of that toad and tow the ferranean phenomena with a bucket of vodka and riddles, as they look dirty to other males.

Many of us do not impress on us those things, nor do we have half - bare girls in clips or expensive cars that set up inexpensive living standards that they don't even do themselves.

Buta is one of those artists who, to some extent, had the intuition of being distanced with what the rest of the estrada bring, because it's one of the only ones who tried to prove to be loyal to the fanatic audience that had turned from itself to being part of Ham Squad, with millions like pugog Boissı, eyD Zivagoï, further dementing itself as the most unique artist with the projects as the next summer Spring and Dijjet, until this last of the Prime Minister.

However, he has also given signs here that he is able to change access and get beyond what he represents... mostly in the Mey Broʹ project in collaboration with Gjiko. It was the first taste of shit that Buta had given us to continue with him, Merrie, but now he might have repeated what we were all afraid of.

His last clip, ground/Night, is simply dry and is of no value to the R.A.

It's a pure cliche of what we've been hearing this summer, and the lyrics are subshalans, unworked and thoughtful.

The totally untested refrain, touch the ground with your ass, get up smart, now get down again and we'll try to reason with it, if the verses away had those simple but extremely weighty verses we've seen in Buta on earlier projects.

All we hear in 2 minutes and 56 seconds is mind sales in the bad version.

You really want to start doing things like that?

Just listen to the following song, if you haven't heard it so far, and tell us if you hear anything that impressed you in some part somewhere?

Perhaps the only positive thing in this project is the right thing to hit hard, but what it says is just weak. /Periscope. com/