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Paper Moons
Dora Corr
Verified Artist
Dora Corr
Dora Corr is an EDM vocalist and songwriter born and raised in Dublin, Ireland. Before her debut single, she worked at a small, weathered music shop tucked away in Rathmines — a place where synths came in half-broken and left humming again, usually thanks to her.
By day, she tuned old keyboards and restocked trance CDs. By night, she recorded vocal sketches on her cracked laptop, blending soft-spoken Irish melancholy with pulsing beats she never planned to share.
That changed in early 2025, when renowned electronic producer Mark Martian visited Dublin for a creative summit. While killing time between panels, he wandered into Dora’s shop — and found her quietly looping vocal takes in the back room.
Struck by the raw emotion and unusual cadence of her sound, Mark simply asked, “Have you ever thought about making something bigger?” She shrugged. “Not really. But I’d like to.” Energized, Mark immediately called Hakan E., the creative force behind Filodyo.
“I just found someone. We need to get into a studio, fast,” he said. Intrigued, Hakan asked to hear her demos. Mark sent over a few scratch recordings that same night.
Within days, Dora was in a temporary studio above the River Liffey, recording "Paper Moon" — a haunting, minimalist debut that floats somewhere between whispered confession and late-night dance floor, co-produced by Mark Martian for a new Filodyo project.
Dora Corr isn’t chasing pop formulas or peak-hour builds. She’s carving a lane where fragility can still make you move — and where “na na na na” says more than a chorus ever could.
Paper Moons
Dora Corr
You left your coat I kept the thread
It hums like static in my head
I folded time in a paper cup
Sipped your voice till the world shut up
You never said stay but you looked like wait
And I built an echo from that mistake
I don’t call it love — it’s too well-behaved
This is something the maps misplace
Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa
You hum in keys no piano dares
I lose my name climbing up your stairs
Your silence flickers it writes in loops
Still I read it like sacred proof
I won’t label this — it won’t stay still
It moves like weather talks in quills
Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa
You said “don’t read me I’m not that deep”
But I saw planets in your sleep
I don’t need stars I don’t need maps
Just that hum between the gaps
Na na na na — na-na na-na-na
Na na na — na-na-na-na
Na na na na — na-na-na-naaa
Na na na na — naaaa
I let you vanish but not the hum
Some chords don’t end — they just become
CREDITS
Performer: Dora Corr
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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No Proving Left
Daro Lyk
CREDITS
Performer: Daro Lyk
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Self Control
Karen Allenpo
Verified Artist
Karen Allenpo
Welcome to the wild, wacky world of Karen Allenpo, the independant duchess of Dance, making you groove until your feet forget the floor. Allenpo is your disco queen niece's fairy godmother mixed with a sprinkle of techno wunderkind.
Karen grew up in a circus, dancing to the rhythm of the troupe band, quickly learning that life without a beat would be banal. Her most notable track, "Self Control", showcases her whimsical interpretation of groovy beats wrapped in a layer of joy that's more contagious than a smile in a room full of mirrors. Served on a vibrant platter, this track will make you remember every high-school gig you wished you had attended.
Her tunes are often showered with blasts of happy vibes, making her the unofficial ambassador of euphoria. It's no surprise that Allenpo's music has been unofficially diagnosed as the antidote to general grimness. So, grab your glitter, pull on those dancing shoes, and let Karen Allenpo lead the way to Electric Avenue. There's a bountiful supply of serotonin and groove awaiting. Enjoy, fellow groovy souls.
Self Control
Karen Allenpo
Verse 1:
Life throws its punches but I hold my ground
Emotions may rage but I won't be drowned
Through every trial I stand tall and strong
In the darkest hours I sing my own song
Chorus:
Self-control my guiding star
Through the chaos I'll go far
In the heat of battle I find my way
With inner strength I seize the day
Bridge:
In the quiet of my mind I find my peace
In life's whirlwind my worries cease
With every step I take command
Self-mastery my guiding hand
Outro:
So I stand resolute against the fray
With self-control I'll find my way
In life's dance I'll always strive
With unwavering resolve I'll thrive
CREDITS
Performer: Karen Allenpo
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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I Don't Need A Map
Lyra Luxx
Verified Artist
Lyra Luxx
Lyra Luxx, the eternal songbird of California, hails from a unique lineage of performers and artistic savants. A vibrant fount of melodies, with a story as colorful as her repertoire, Luxx's journey toward musical prominence took root in the sunny courtyards of Laguna Beach High School (LBHS). Here, amidst the bustling crowd of students and the cacophony of crashing lockers, Lyra carved out a refuge with her schoolmates in an all-girl band. The only remaining member from that original lineup, Luxx had an added feather in her high school cap, holding the esteemed position of a cheerleader. Who else, after all, could champion the school spirit better than the musical prodigy herself?
With a name as resplendent as ‘Lyra Luxx,’ you might expect a pivotal star moment or a dramatic twist. In a plot worthy of a Broadway production, her golden opportunity struck beneath the glaring halogens and amidst the simulated fog of LBHS’s annual talent extravaganza. The only thing missing was a superhero cape as she delivered an iconic rendition of her now famous single, "My Happy Song". The ensuing applause could have rivaled any seismic activity in California, thus turning a new page in her journey. Today, Luxx is recognized far beyond the confines of LBHS, solidifying her star status with each melodious offering. And as for that erstwhile all-girls band? It exists now only in memory, as a significant stepping stone in the rise and rise of Lyra Luxx, California's own glamorous diva. But remember folks, beneath all the glitter and the vocals, she remains the invincible cheerleader from Laguna Beach High School. Go, team!
I Don't Need A Map
Lyra Luxx
You left your coat on the back of my chair
A silent reminder that you were there
Coffee's gone cold but I still sip slow
Tracing the patterns where your fingers go
I replay conversations word for word
Searching for meanings I might've heard
But silence speaks louder than our last fight
And I'm alone with the fading light
I don't need a map to feel lost
Every step forward comes at a cost
You were the compass I used to trust
Now I'm navigating through the dust
Your records still spin on repeat
Each note a memory I can't delete
Walls echo with the songs we knew
Now they're just melodies without you
I write letters I'll never send
Drafting apologies that won't mend
The distance grows with every line
Yet I can't cross this fault of mine
I don't need a map to feel lost
Every step forward comes at a cost
You were the compass I used to trust
Now I'm navigating through the dust
Maybe time will chart a new course
One where regrets show no remorse
But until then I'll walk this line
Between your past and future mine
I don't need a map to feel lost
Every step forward comes at a cost
You were the compass I used to trust
Now I'm navigating through the dust
CREDITS
Performer: Lyra Luxx
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Tuesday Night Code
Fever Pilots
Verified Artist
Fever Pilots
Meet the Fever Pilots, a dynamic pop duo with a penchant for the unconventional, a self-styled outfit carving an adventurous path in the frenetic heart of the UK music scene. Their sound, a sonic cocktail soaked in audacious innovation and spice, attracts as much as it defies description.
Forged in the industrial heat and flames of Birmingham, these two troubadours took the raw materials of their working-class background and fashioned them into a sonic boom. They're a hard-edged, heavy beat force, punctuated with lighthearted lyrics echoing the humdrum of everyday life, yet imbuing it with a shimmering musical alchemy. Artists? Yes, but these guys are more like mad scientists toiling away in a pop lab, conjuring up infectious tunes.
Their track "Tuesday Night Code" deserves more than a footnote here. Imagine the most vivid dream you've ever had, now combine that with a chorus catchier than a fisherman's hook and you've got the gist of it. It's a song that fills every corner with a tumbling digital soundscape and hooks a plenty. Bottom line: Fever Pilots aren't just on auto-pilot, they're aiming for the stratosphere and we ought to be strapping in for the ride!
Tuesday Night Code
Fever Pilots
[Intro]
(Ooh)
Yeah yeah
Uh-huh
Look at that
Look at that
You said forever on a Tuesday night
By Thursday you were outta sight
Had your name all over my screen
Now it’s just a memory machine
Funny how the silence got loud
Funny how you’re nowhere around
Used to know the code to my heart
Now you couldn’t find where to start
I was waitin’ by the telephone
Every little buzz had me gone
Now I let it ring all night long
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Saw your picture through a friend’s friend’s post
Thought I’d feel somethin’ almost
But the room kept spinnin’ just fine
Guess the sun still knows how to shine
Every promise got a price tag now
Every “sorry” sounds the same somehow
You can send another late-night text
But I ain’t the one that’s next
I was waitin’ by the telephone
Every little buzz had me gone
Now I let it ring all night long
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Na-na-na
Look who’s lonely now
Na-na-na
Tryna figure it out
Ha!
That’s funny somehow
[Final Chorus]
You can’t call me back
Too late for that
I already packed up all the feelings that I had
You can’t call me back
No turnin’ back
Found a better rhythm when you slipped right through my hands
Oh-oh-oh
I’m good like that
Oh-oh-oh
You can’t call me back
Yeah yeah
Too late now
(Ooh)
You can’t call me back… 🎵
CREDITS
Performer: Fever Pilots
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Radio Trottoir
No Be Me
Verified Artist
No Be Me
No Be Me is an Afro-pop collective built around rhythm, mischief and stories that travel faster than facts. Their songs follow barbers, drivers, aunties, shopkeepers and accidental witnesses through everyday neighbourhood dramas, turning overheard remarks into sharp, danceable narratives. Led by a warm male storyteller and supported by four tightly arranged studio voices, the group blends Afrobeats percussion, highlife guitar, elastic bass and dry humour without relying on spectacle.
Their first single, “Radio Trottoir,” introduces a world where one careless “maybe” can acquire a wedding date, two witnesses and a catering budget before lunchtime. No Be Me treat gossip as social choreography: funny, dangerous, generous and impossible to control. Their music is polished but human, playful without becoming novelty, and rooted in the idea that the best stories rarely belong to the person who started them.
Radio Trottoir
No Be Me
Eight-oh-five by Saint Michel
Kola had a cake box under one arm
one red shoe in the other hand
He said “My aunt turns sixty”
I heard “aunt” “cake” and “Saturday”
and supplied the missing cinema myself
At Idris’ barbershop I said
“Maybe the man is getting married”
Idris did not repeat my sentence
He gave it catering witnesses
and a cousin arriving from Marseille
with three phones and firm opinions
By nine-fifteen the taxi rank knew the venue
By ten the tailor had chosen gold
By eleven Auntie Binta had named two children
Kola was still looking for candles
Who told you?
No be me
Who confirmed it?
Nobody
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
one little “maybe” took a motorbike
Dem don carry am go dem don add pepper
by lunch that man was married twice
At one he had married the mayor’s niece
At two he had bought a flat in Lisbon
At three he had left her for a singer
whose name nobody could pronounce
At four the church committee wanted answers
about a generator no one had lost
At five I tried to stop the story
That became “He knows more than he is saying”
At six my mother called me:
“Wear something decent
Apparently you are giving the speech
And bring your own chair”
I found Kola beside the pharmacy
still carrying the same red shoe
The cake was for Aunt Mariam
The shoe had fallen from her shopping bag
He stared at me for seven quiet seconds
then asked who I planned to marry
I laughed exactly once
That was my second mistake
Who told you?
No be me
Who confirmed it?
Nobody
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
one little “maybe” took a motorbike
Dem don carry am go dem don add pepper
by lunch that man was married twice
I went home to hide from the bulletin
My neighbour had prepared rice
My sister said a woman named Celeste
had accepted me on my behalf
Who is Celeste? Nobody knows
She may be a dentist
She may be in Dakar
She may have started at Idris’ second chair
My mother likes her already
She says Celeste sounds responsible
There are now two cakes in the kitchen
Neither one belongs to Kola
Wetin happen?
Ask the barber
Who start am?
No be me
Where proof dey?
It left by taxi
Can you stop am?
You fit try
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
no antenna no editor no brakes
By sunset Kola ran the ministry
by midnight I was cutting a second cake
Radio trottoir radio trottoir
every correction opens another branch
I only said “Maybe he is getting married”
Now Celeste is discussing curtains with my aunt
Kola brought the candles
My mother served the rice
Idris arrived with invitations
No be me
CREDITS
Performer: No Be Me
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Signal Drift
Sons of Ether
Signal Drift
Sons of Ether
CREDITS
Performer: Sons of Ether
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Meant To Be
Violette Storm
Verified Artist
Violette Storm
Violette Stoem doesn’t just sing—she floats. Hailing from Rotterdam’s rainy streets and raised on a mix of French electronic minimalism and UK garage, her music exists in the space between dancefloor euphoria and solitary late-night reflection. With a voice that’s equal parts smoke and sunlight, she crafts tracks that pull you in slowly—then never let go.
Her breakout single “Meant To Be” is a hypnotic blend of deep house rhythms and shimmering pop clarity. Anchored by a driving low-end and crisp four-on-the-floor pulse, the track features syncopated synth stabs, airy pads, and a vocal hook that lands straight in your bloodstream. It’s the kind of track that feels equally at home in Berlin’s underground or a coastal sunset set in Ibiza.
Violette isn’t chasing trends. She’s building a sound world of her own—emotive, minimalist, and endlessly danceable. Her sets are known for their intimacy, her lyrics for their vulnerability, and her production for its razor-sharp elegance. Quiet by nature, loud by design.
Meant To Be
Violette Storm
Last night I met you at the party
And we were strangers at the start
But when you touched me I could hardly
Hardly believe the way you felt
It was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
Last night you caught me at the party
And you came right up to my heart
And I knew right away
Darling
That you would never break it apart
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And then you kissed me at the party
And that's when I fell in love
And I was waiting for you
Darling
And I know that you were too
And then you kissed me at the party
And that's when I fell in love
And I was waiting for you
Darling
And I know that you were too
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
CREDITS
Performer: Violette Storm
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Try If You Can
The Fog Has Teeth
Try If You Can
The Fog Has Teeth
CREDITS
Performer: The Fog Has Teeth
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Don’t Say Maybe
Hexlayer
Don’t Say Maybe
Hexlayer
Look me in the eyes
Don’t say maybe
We move in circles
You draw the line
But I step over
Every time
Don’t say
Don’t say
Maybe
Don’t—don’t—maybe—no—
Say—say—say yes—
You hesitate
But I don’t wait
Your rules bend
When I press play
No—no—no maybe
Say—say—say yes
You had your chance
CREDITS
Performer: Hexlayer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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The Fridge Is Takin...
Funny Harry
Verified Artist
Funny Harry
Hailing from the vibrant streets of Copenhagen, Funny Harry has carved out a distinctive niche in the alternative pop scene, effortlessly blending whimsical narratives with thought-provoking themes. With a catalog that includes tracks like "The Fridge Is Taking Her Side," Harry's music embodies an eclectic mix of calmness and playful mystery. The lyrics often dance around the mundane, transforming everyday objects and interactions into poignant reflections on loneliness and connection. This creative alchemy was born in the city's cozy cafes, where Harry first collaborated with friends from art school, merging their diverse influences to create a sound that feels both fresh and deeply familiar.
As Harry continues to evolve, each track reveals layers of emotional resonance and sonic experimentation. The interplay of light and shadow is masterfully executed, inviting listeners into a world where the ordinary becomes extraordinary. With an approach characterized by introspective storytelling and innovative arrangements, Funny Harry captures fleeting moments of life through a kaleidoscope of calm melodies and vibrant rhythms. Whether exploring themes of melancholy or stitching together playful anecdotes, the artist leaves an indelible mark on the listener, inviting them to embrace the mystery hidden within everyday experiences.
The Fridge Is Taking Her Side
Funny Harry
At 2:17 the refrigerator cleared its throat
I said “Don’t start”
It started
The kettle only sings for one
The toaster burns my alibis
Your coffee cup is upside down
Like it has closed its little eyes
I bought a cactus for morale
It quit on Tuesday night
The landlord says the pipes are fine
The fridge is taking your side
Every appliance has an opinion
Every opinion sounds like you
The freezer hums through cross-examination
I plead the fifth and eat for two
The washer handed back one sock
As proof I can’t be trusted
The vacuum found your silver hoop
Then parked itself disgusted
I tried to cook that thing you liked
The smoke alarm performed the lead
I took a bow it took the battery
A fair review I must concede
“Did you call her?”
No
“Will you call her?”
No
“Are you lying?”
Next question
“Who are you talking to?”
The refrigerator
Every appliance has an opinion
Even the clock has joined in too
The freezer hums for the prosecution
And I still cook enough for two
Your note is folded under pears
I read it only when they spoil
The final line says “Please be well”
As if well came wrapped in foil
At dawn the motor settles down
The whole flat loses its nerve
I almost miss our little war
Then hear the ice tray say one word:
“Call”
Mind your own business
At 2:18 it cleared its throat again
I moved it three inches from the wall
We are no longer speaking
CREDITS
Performer: Funny Harry
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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