Deer confirmed as reptilian invaders from space, noted.

You’re very welcome! Word of warning, though, the rest of their stuff varies greatly. They do have a couple of songs I like a lot though!

In addition, if you’re looing for something similar to this song in particular, I recommend checking out Subcarpați - Pe Deal, În Văi, for instance. They follow that dark, heavy beat and the trippy progressions closer than most of everything else produced by Șuie. They also base a lot of their lyrics, structures and sampling on folkloric music from around our parts, can find something from each region!

This one’s from 2003, Șuie Paparude were the most innovative Electronica act in Romania at the time (and for many years after, tbh!)

Edit: to be perfectly frank, this one doesn’t really fall under Rap in terms of what else is available around here, Șuie Paparude came as a response to the MC’d Jungle which was really popular back in the '00s (D’n’B was pretty big around here as well), which is why they fell into my lap as well. I don’t really have any pertinent Rap examples to offer, as I don’t mich consume the local variety.

To add a bit of rambling (which you can safely skip for the next paragraph), this was an interesting period in Romanian music, as our main influences were from the UK and from Europe/Russia rather than America, and it could be felt in pretty much everything. We had shades of Spice Girls, Depeche Mode’s influence was felt throughout basically any “serious” internal turmoil song, there was even a lot of UB40 in our pop. Our Electronica was massively influenced by the British D’n’B and the Techno scenes.

As for the message, it’s basically a highly articulated jumble of metaphors and Cool™ technobabble expressing a general sense of “lose yourself with us, ours is next-level shit.”

I’ve attempted a very, very rough translation below - started with an automated translation which I’ve edited for accuracy and tried to account for language-specific idioms, so it’s close-ish, sorta’:

“Level I is passed from the start The starting block’s only for those who dedicate themselves to a new wave Digital, transient-ambient, vibrato-fatal For those who do not have mental agreement With two-zero-zero-three subliminal Come here so I can teach you not to forget To differentiate between sitting in and participating To what, to what is heard, to Paparude, to Șuie His is the sound that forms the soul from white to black From white to integral, integral or better said Ready for a dream a bit too real, not at all subliminal Nothing is accidental, it’s a digital exercise Eloquent, insane, super-elastic Straight from the world of music drawn on plastic. Straight from the world of music written on plastic Junkyard and Șuie intervene technico-tactically You have 10 seconds to start moving If you don’t do that, it’ll suck for us. Straight from the world of music written on plastic Junkyard and Șuie intervene technico-tactically You have 10 seconds to start moving If you don’t do it today, it’ll suck tomorrow.”

For further context, Junkyard’s the dude providing the vocals, and Șuie are the dudes who do the tracks.

Heh, sounds like what one of my exes used to do when she wanted some alone time, she’d throw me an informational rabbit hole and let me dive right in it for a couple of hours=)))

Fair, could’ve used a few lighter nudges beforehand. We came close to kissing a couple of times before, but it never materialised and I’ve never been one to push.

Plus, in all fairness, I was baked out of my gourd and mesmerised by the movie (I can’t say I like Sandler movies, but they sorta’ entrance my brain into trying to make sense of them every time). It was most certainly not a sexy times kinda’ mood for me:))

Oh, wow, that sounds pretty deep, too! Makes one wonder how things could’ve gone differently had we caught the hints for what they were.

Or at least they make for cute and funny stories if nothing else!

Hah! Had something very similar happen to me in high-school.

Had this very metal friend, and being the hormonal teenager I was, I kinda’ lusted pretty badly after her. I didn’t do or say anything about it, getting along and having someone with whom to chat during metal concerts and while hanging out at the local dive spot for people with such inclinations was enough.

We used to hang out a lot after class, she was one year younger so we had similar schedules. She sorta’ hinted that she “didn’t dislike” me every now and again, but had a… tumultuous repertoire of random relationships, so my gut told me to hang back. She not once invited me over to her place, though. Until one afternoon when she did.

It was nearing the summer vacation, it was a torrid day from the start, the dive was closed for “renovations” (meaning someone probably puked over the bar again), so we were just sitting aimlessly on a random curb, thinking about what to do. She presented the idea of schmoozing over to hers for a toke and a comedy. My beautiful brain instantly dismissed any ‘nefarious’ potentialities and set itself to “friendly.”

We got over to hers, rolled one up, she selected some Adam Sandler comedy (I honestly don’t remember which one, they all blend together in my memory…), and we started happily baking. About halfway through the movie, she tells me she’s headed for the washroom to freshen up. I don’t even think I registered the though, I just kept absorbing the movie.

She comes out ten minutes later, buck naked and confident. Says nothing and starts returning to the couch. I swivel my head toward her as I felt she was coming, and get but a flash of flesh. My right hand instantly flies to my eyes, I start spouting panicked apologies and a jumble of “fucks” and “shits,” then I hurry toward the front door while keeping my eyes covered.

I realised what had happened several months later. She didn’t say anything about that afternoon again, and neither did I. We continued hanging out for a couple more years, I think.