FRITZEL'S MIDNIGHT FEVER Front Cover

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FRITZEL'S MIDNIGHT FEVER

Imayuku Detective Agency

Heat in the air, sweat on the floor

Neon flickers through the open door

Trumpet crying right in my face

No distance left in this crowded place

Hands in the rhythm, bodies collide

Something electric burning inside

Fritzel’s midnight fever

Can’t keep my feet on the ground

Every note gets deeper

Spinning my world around

Fritzel’s midnight fever

No way to slow it down

Lost in the sound forever

While the band breaks every bound

Saxophone screaming, bending the light

Bassline rolling heavy and tight

Glass in my hand but I feel no weight

The groove decides my state

Time keeps shifting under my skin

Out of control but I’m diving in

Fritzel’s midnight fever

Can’t keep my feet on the ground

Every note gets deeper

Spinning my world around

Fritzel’s midnight fever

No way to slow it down

Lost in the sound forever

While the band breaks every bound

Five beats, seven beats, slipping away

Nothing stays where it’s supposed to stay

Laughing, shouting, falling in line

Chaos feels like a perfect design

Fritzel’s midnight fever

Now I don’t need solid ground

Every note runs deeper

Til the walls come crashing down

Fritzel’s midnight fever

Still hear it in my veins

Even when I leave here

The rhythm remains

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  • Composer

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  • Producer

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  • Guitar

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  • Bass Guitar

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  • Drums

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  • Keyboards

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  • Vocals

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  • Piano

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  • Trumpet

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  • Saxophone

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    FRITZEL'S MIDNIGHT FEVER

    Imayuku Detective Agency

That night, the sound crossed every boundary.

"FRITZEL'S MIDNIGHT FEVER" captures the raw intensity of a moment-
a night experienced by Imajuku Detective Agency in New Orleans.

A packed room filled with heat and sound,
horns blasting just inches away,
and a rhythm that takes over the body.

But this is not a simple recreation.
Time bends, structure collapses,
and melodies break into fragments, reassembling in unpredictable forms.

The voice becomes impulse rather than narrative,
colliding with the horns and tearing through the space.

This is not a live recording.
It is the heat of that night-
replayed through a fractured memory.

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