🍾🥒 THE INTERNATIONAL TASTE BEATS MANIFESTO 🎶🔥 In a world teetering on the edge of madness, where nations sharpen their blades, where global industry feeds war instead of mouths, where modern culture glorifies consumption, conflict, and destruction—we stand defiant. While leaders orchestrate chaos, while propaganda fuels chaos, while the air grows thick with smoke and sirens—we sing to you about making fermented cucumbers. Yes, you heard that right. We embrace the sound of bubbling brine. In a reality that worships speed, greed, and instant gratification, we choose fermentation. Where they spread fear, we spread salt. This is not naivety. This is rebellion. Because to create when the world is obsessed with destroying is the ultimate act of defiance. Because a jar of fermented cucumbers, resting in its slow transformation, is an artifact of resistance. Because music and food are the oldest forms of unity, and unity is what they fear most. We trust in taste, rhythm, and the ancient human ritual of fermentation. So while the world spins faster into chaos, we will stand here—letting cucumbers brine, beats drop, and global life-affirming changes rise from the simplest of joys. Stay strong. Stay fermented. 🍾🥒🔥 INTERNATIONAL TASTE BEATS 🎶 Oh-oh-oh, grab a jar, let's do it right Salt, some garlic, herbs so tight Let 'em soak, let 'em brine Ferment those cucumbers fine Pick 'em fresh, don't let 'em dry Soak 'em up, let the flavors fly Dill and leaves, stack 'em tall Blackcurrant, cherry – we need 'em all One night chillin' in the ice-cold bath Now they're crisp and ready for the path Pack 'em tight, don't leave a gap Horseradish on top, it's the secret hack Shake it up, mix it good Let that brine do what it should Bubble up, let it dance Fermentation, give it a chance Cucumbers, cucumbers, salty bite Fill the jar, let's do it right Briny, spicy, full of delight Let's make fermented cucumbers tonight Crispy, crunchy, taste so fine Magic happens over time Bubbling up, oh what a sight Let's make fermented cucumbers tonight Three days in, oh, look at that Bubbles rising – it's a briny trap Now's the time, mustard rain Keeps it fresh, no mold remains Horseradish sticks, holding strong Lock 'em in, it won't take long 5 to 7, let 'em rest Cool and crisp, it's the best Garlic pop, salty deep Crunch so loud, no time to sleep Sour hit, feel that thrill Taste so bold, gives a chill Cucumbers, cucumbers, salty bite Fill the jar, let's do it right Briny, spicy, full of delight Let's make fermented cucumbers tonight Crispy, crunchy, taste so fine Magic happens over time Bubbling up, oh what a sight Let's make fermented cucumbers tonight Let 'em soak, let 'em brine Patience, baby, taste divine One more bite, let's do it right Fermented love, day or nightmore