Dante stepped out from the wings. He looked older. His hair had threads of silver, and there was a stillness to him that hadn't been there before—the calm of someone who had finally stopped running. He wore a simple black suit, no tie.
The track captures a unique intersection of aggressive club rhythms and deeply emotional, melodic progressions that define the "Catwalk Poison" imprint. The Evolution of the Catwalk Poison Imprint
Catalog No: CWP-118
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