Satire in Neon Lights: Inside Blackstate’s Sharpest Release Yet

Some artists pick a lane early and never look back. Others live comfortably in contradiction, thriving in the tension between worlds that aren’t supposed to touch. Blackstate belongs firmly in the second camp.

For nearly twenty years, Filip Tasevski-Fitz lived and breathed the DIY hardcore and punk circuit, tearing through stages with North Macedonian punk staple The Beginnings. That chapter never really closed, but it cracked the door open to something stranger, sharper, and more experimental. Blackstate isn’t a side project. It’s a pressure valve. A place where existential dread, underground electronics, and biting humor collide without apology.

Rooted in the Skopje underground and powered by a designer’s instinct to disrupt, Blackstate thrives on unpredictability. Synths slice instead of soothe. Ideas arrive half-formed and leave fully weaponized. There’s a sense that nothing here is meant to sit still for too long, and that’s exactly the point. As The Beginnings prepare to step into their next era, Blackstate answers with equal intensity, doubling down on versatility and pushing its own sonic identity further into uncharted territory.

“#FollowMe” is the clearest example yet of that restless vision. It’s not subtle, and it doesn’t try to be. At a time when everyone knows we’re addicted to our screens but no one wants to admit how bad it’s gotten, Tasevski-Fitz grabs the mirror and refuses to look away. The track skewers the influencer economy with surgical precision, calling out a culture more invested in chasing validation than engaging with the world directly in front of it.

The irony is that “#FollowMe” sounds fun as hell. Its buoyant, high-energy melody feels like a boss-level soundtrack from a late-night video game session, all adrenaline and looming chaos. That contrast is intentional. While the beat pulls you forward, the lyrics trap you inside the mindset of someone spiraling for attention, more focused on the perfect angle than a real connection. It’s playful, yes, but also deeply uncomfortable once it sinks in.

That tension carries straight into the music video, which leans fully into parody without losing its bite. Livestream setups balanced just out of frame. Podcast rooms staged with fake plants and borrowed aesthetics. Crews orbiting their “star,” careful not to steal focus. Blackstate doesn’t exaggerate much because it doesn’t need to. Anyone who’s spent time scrolling will recognize the performance instantly.

Once the cheetah print coat comes on, Tasevski-Fitz becomes another character in the circus. Another self-proclaimed icon “living his best life,” detached enough from reality that the line between satire and sincerity starts to blur. It’s funny until it isn’t. And then it’s funny again, because sometimes laughter is the only way to process how strange things have become.

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“#FollowMe” fits perfectly within Blackstate’s growing world. It’s confrontational without preaching, entertaining without numbing, and smart enough to trust the listener to connect the dots. This is electronic music with teeth, built to move bodies while unsettling minds.

Blackstate isn’t here to play by the rules or offer easy answers. It exists to highlight the things we’d rather scroll past, to turn modern absurdity into something loud, danceable, and impossible to ignore. In a culture obsessed with being seen, “#FollowMe” asks a quieter, sharper question: what happens when no one is actually looking anymore?