Yalla Miku

A record that moves like a caravan of frequencies, 2 finds Yalla Miku collapsing geography into pure pulse. Gnawa grooves collide with post-club bass, Saharan guitar lines weave through Swiss electronic circuitry, and the whole thing hums with the restless energy of a world in constant migration.

Voices chant, loop, and distort like ancient signals bouncing off satellite dishes. The rhythms feel both ceremonial and volatile—heavy, hypnotic, and alive with a dancing-in-the-dust urgency. It’s North African trance woven through European avant-beat architecture, a future-folk ritual cracked open and rewired for the modern floor.

Raw, percussive, and defiantly unbordered, 2 is not a fusion record—it’s a collision, a celebration, and an invitation to lose yourself in a sound that refuses to stay still.