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He was hesitant to go further. He’d heard the rumors—that Neko nas posmatra was too sad, too sparse. But one winter night, he put it on. It was like walking through a museum after a war. The drums were simpler, the space between notes heavier. “Kao da je bilo nekad” felt like a farewell letter. By the time he reached Ponovo —the live album recorded in a nearly empty studio—he knew the story was ending.

Luka was fifteen the first time he heard Katarina II . It was a worn-out cassette, the paper label faded to a ghostly gray, found in a cardboard box his uncle had left in the attic. The moment the distorted guitar of “Treba da se čisti” crackled through his headphones, the world outside—the rain, the crumbling socialist-era buildings, his own teenage confusion—dissolved. EKV Diskografija

He found Katarina II and Ekatarina Velika at a flea market. The sound was jagged, post-punk, hungry. Milan Mladenović’s voice was a blade, sharp and untamed. Luka would play “Jadransko more” on repeat, feeling the anxious, youthful energy of a country that didn’t know it was about to tear itself apart. This was the band with their eyes open, running towards the edge. He was hesitant to go further