The clamor of Summer Of Haze, a sonic storm in the cosmic expanse,
A cacophony of beats, a rebellion against silence's trance.
Spirit dances in the rhythm's riot,
As electronic waves crash, a futuristic poet's quiet.
Bold and avant-garde, like Mayakovsky's radical verse,
The music of Summer Of Haze, a universe traverse.
Beats pulsate like revolutions, a sonic manifesto,
Echoes of the avant-garde, a sonic zest-o.
Mayakovsky's defiance echoes in the glitch and glitch,
As Summer Of Haze stitches a sonic niche.
Aural explosions, like Mayakovsky's poetic eruption,
Electronic rebellion, a futuristic disruption.
In the labyrinth of sound, shadow waltzes,
With Summer Of Haze's beats, the avant-garde it salutes.
An electric ballet, a fusion of now and then,
In this auditory rebellion, the poet’s spirit again.
So let the beats thunder, like Mayakovsky's words in the street,
Summer Of Haze's music, a revolution you meet.
In the realm of sound, where the avant-garde plays,
Echo, in Summer Of Haze's sonic maze.
Pulsating Harmony: Broosnica's Rave
Waves of sound surge, resembling thunder shaking mountains and rivers,
Broosnica's music, ablaze within the frenzy.
Electronic rhythms, like dazzling stars,
Classical poetic essence, swaying within this pulsating beat.
Dance floor lights cast shadows, akin to misty clouds,
Elegance and brilliance, meandering like verses of poetry.
Bass hums, like towering mountain peaks,
Twisting melodies, pulsating like a dancing dragon.
Electronic chants, akin to ancient myths passed down,
Broosnica's melodies, like a journey through a mystical realm.
Musical notes surge, flowing like rapid torrents,
Classical nuances merging with electronic, creating a unique melody.
Amidst the dance, time seems to stand still,
Broosnica's rave, like an enduring poem.
Thunderous pulsations stir the waves of the soul,
In this electronic night, classical and rave dance together.