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Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
Verified Artist
Elyra Dawn
Elyra Dawn was born in Rotterdam, raised between ferry horns and late-night radio static. Music wasn’t a choice — it was everywhere. Her mother sang quietly while folding laundry, her older brother blasted trance through paper-thin walls, and Elyra? She listened. Carefully. Absorbing melodies like secondhand sunlight.
She spent her teenage years bouncing between school choirs, bedroom recordings, and weekend trips to Amsterdam’s record stores. The moment she first heard Robyn’s Dancing On My Own on a train platform at dusk, something clicked. It wasn’t just about sadness or joy — it was how you could wear both in the same voice. That duality, the push and pull between euphoria and vulnerability, would become Elyra’s signature.
After performing in local clubs and uploading small demos online, she received an unexpected email from Filodyo’s Hakan E — a message that simply said: “You sound like you’ve lived a little. Let’s talk.” What followed was a slow, careful collaboration: late-night file exchanges, voice memos from backstage, moments captured between flights. Elyra didn’t rush it. She never does.
Today, her voice balances two worlds — the sweaty rush of the dancefloor and the quiet ache of a Sunday morning alone. Her hooks stick, her delivery stings, and her presence on stage feels at once intimate and cinematic. Elyra Dawn isn’t here to be loud. She’s here to be heard.
Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
I kept your echo in a borrowed chord
Faded at the edges like a prayer ignored
You never spoke in “forever” terms—
Only in glances only in turns
We drew lines in passing trains
Paused in motion looped refrains
What we had was quiet gold—
But time like steam refused to hold
So I won't chase the version of us
That never really stayed never fully was
You were a still life mid-collapse
A moving part in silent gaps
And I loved you there—
Where the light never dared
But lingered
Like it knew
We’d vanish fair
You hummed in keys I couldn’t trace
Left fingerprints on open space
A breath a shift a tilted frame
No villain here just untitled blame
Maps don’t cover scenes like this
Where lips forget what touch meant bliss
But if you ask what we became—
A shadow signed with no one’s name
I won't rewrite the note you played
Or tune the silence we conveyed
You were a still life breaking fast
A fleeting truth I couldn’t grasp
And I loved you there—
Not to repair—
But to remember
Without despair
Maybe we were best
in between intentions
Not a love song—
just the tension
Still life
in motion
Still life
Not frozen
CREDITS
Performer: Elyra Dawn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Middle of the Record
Monique Frase
Verified Artist
Monique Frase
Monique Frase is a London-based singer and songwriter born to a French mother and an English father. She grew up between two musical cultures, with French soul, British R&B, house records and old jazz playing at home. Before pursuing music full-time, she studied architecture at university, a background that still shapes the way she writes, building songs from small details, repeated patterns and the quiet spaces between bigger moments.
Her music blends neo-soul and modern R&B with a steady house-tempo lift, pairing a light, expressive upper register with warm, lived-in production. Her single Middle of the Record is about the part of a relationship that rarely gets written about, the ordinary days after the beginning and before the end. Instead of chasing drama, Frase focuses on routine, private jokes and small acts of care, turning everyday intimacy into something worth listening to closely.
Middle of the Record
Monique Frase
(mm hmm)
Nobody writes about the middle
Everybody wants the first kiss or the end
The part where you know how they take their tea
And it stops being a story
No fireworks no funeral
Just a Tuesday and a hand
We're in the middle of the record
Where the good songs always are
Not the single not the closer
Just the ones that get you far
Turn it up don't skip ahead
We're in the middle of the record
(don't skip ahead)
You leave the last one in the packet
I pretend I didn't want it
Twelve small kindnesses a day
Nobody's counting but me
We're in the middle of the record
Where the good songs always are
Not the single not the closer
Just the ones that get you far
Turn it up don't skip ahead
We're in the middle of the record
I used to want the big scene
The airport and the running
Now I want the eighth of a Thursday
When you laugh before I finish
We're in the middle of the record
Where the good songs always are
Not the single not the closer
Just the ones that get you far
Turn it up don't skip ahead
We're in the middle of the record
We're in the middle of the record
(don't skip ahead)
CREDITS
Performer: Monique Frase
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Memory Lane
Nico Laurent
Verified Artist
Nico Laurent
Hailing from the sprawling city of Chicago, known for its gusty winds and hearty deep-dish pizzas, the one and only Nico Laurent has been making waves in the musical landscape with his undeniable talent and contagious energy. Born to an imaginative mother who weaved narratives that enchanted Nico's world and a meticulous father whose precision for constructing circuit boards was only matched by his love for the blues. You could say Nico was born to rhythm, melody, and a healthy dose of storytelling. He began his magical sonic journey right there, in the sweet-spot between abstraction and engineering, affectionately known as creativity.
That journey led Nico to pen one of his most notable songs, "I'm Not The One," a tune that dances delightfully between heartbreak and hope, two relatable sides for many of his listeners. His songs mirror his life - filled with textures and nuances - which are as electrifyingly real as the Chicago skyline during a lightning storm. Perhaps it's his mother's storytelling gift that makes his lyrics so compelling, or his father's keen sense for balance that keeps his melodies ringing in your ear long after the song ends. Or maybe, just maybe, it's that cheeky grin of his that makes you think he might know a secret or two about life's grand design. Whatever the case, it's hard to resist the magnetic pull of Nico Laurent and his ever-evolving sound.
Equal parts witty word-spinner and evocative tunesmith, Nico proves that the apple doesn't fall far from the metaphoric tree (and by the sound of it, this apple picked up a guitar on its way down). Nico remembers sitting between piles of books and heaps of cables as a kid, writing stories about robot musicians or sketching out designs for flying guitars, and that imaginative spirit still fuels his music today. So, buckle in and hold onto your hat (the wind in Chicago doesn’t mess around, you know), because Nico Laurent is just getting started, and this is one ride you won't want to miss.
Memory Lane
Nico Laurent
This town is no stranger to me
No new pastures
Just better pasture memories
Human nature calling my name
Lights goin' out faster than 747's
Summers are colder now
Air feels dangerous
Small town stranger for now
Russian doll suitcase says one thing
That a lifetime of memories could never bring
They say she don't have much
You need weight to float things
Car's filling up
One thing she entertains
Swimmin' in Godlight
Floating down memory lane
Maps and posters
Letters from interstate
She gathers and disseminates
Board her plane
She watches her past
Nothing's meant to last
Russian doll suitcase says one thing
That a lifetime of memories could never bring
CREDITS
Performer: Nico Laurent
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Same Room
Maren
Verified Artist
Maren
Maren is a European pop and deep house vocalist whose music blends emotional clarity with sleek, radio-ready production. Her sound is built on warm lead vocals, airy harmonies, bright Rhodes chords and subtle club energy, but what sets her apart is the writing. Instead of leaning on big dramatic gestures, she focuses on the smaller truths inside a relationship, the routines, pauses and unfinished conversations that often say more than the loud moments ever could. Her songs feel intimate and modern at the same time, polished enough for pop playlists but grounded in real-life detail.
On Same Room, Maren captures the strange comfort of a relationship that never fully breaks apart, no matter how many times it seems to end. The track wraps that feeling in a glossy 122 BPM deep house production, pairing a warm lead vocal with soft female harmonies and a hook that feels both uplifting and a little bittersweet. It is a strong example of her style, emotionally observant, melodically clean and effortlessly listenable, with a sense of maturity that gives the song lasting weight beneath its bright surface.
Same Room
Maren
You put your keys down like a question
I answer with the kettle on
Nine months of near-misses in a hallway
Nobody packing nobody gone
I could name the exit
I could find it in the dark
But something in the wiring
Keeps me right where you are
We keep ending up in the same room
Different city same weather same June
Say it's over then we say it too soon
We keep ending up in the same room
(same same same room)
(same same same room)
Your sister asks me if I'm happy
I tell her happy is not the word
It's more like knowing where the light switch is
When everything else has moved
I could name the exit
I could find it in the dark
But something in the wiring
Keeps me right where you are
We keep ending up in the same room
Different city same weather same June
Say it's over then we say it too soon
We keep ending up in the same room
Maybe love is not the lightning
Maybe love is the ground it hits
Maybe I have been holding out for something
When I already had this
We keep ending up in the same room
Different city same weather same June
Say it's over then we say it too soon
We keep ending up in the same room
(same same same room)
Say it's over then we say it too soon
CREDITS
Performer: Maren
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Sunshine In My Pocket
Night Driver
Verified Artist
Night Driver
Hailing from the neon-lit streets of Miami, the alternative trio that is Night Driver has been infusing the raw intensity of the night sky with their chirpy melodies since 2016. Dominic 'Dom' Hill, Jake 'Rainmaker' Rivers, and Danny 'Mr. Sunshine' Bosco, three musical misfits with a shared love for mismatched socks, form the heart and soul of this band.
Our three amigos initially clashed melodically at the disorientating, dimly lit dive bars of the city. Hilarity ensues, as that was the only fitting place for this kooky trio to unite - under the protective glow of broken beer signs. Dom, the lyricist and vocalist, is a virtuoso of vagaries, drawing inspiration from bedtime stories and bread toasters, tying them seamlessly into a symphony. Jake, a bassist who uses the basslines as emotional war paint, narrates stories that imbibe warmth whilst still packing enough punch to shake disco balls off their hinges. Meanwhile, Danny, the drummer with a ubiquitous grin, brings rhythm to the chaos, functioning as the energetic pulse of Night Driver.
Their infectious single 'Sunshine In My Pocket,' has turned many a gloomy evening into an impromptu kitchen disco. One listens, and it's impossible not to be swept up in the boundless joy that Night Driver weaves into their melody. It is their endearing blend of quirkiness mixed with the ability to craft tunes that makes you wish you were dancing in a convertible at sunset that sets them apart. Their music can best be described as the feeling of finding money in your old jeans - surprising, joyous, and absolutely addictive.
Sunshine In My Pocket
Night Driver
Got a pocket full of sunshine oh so bright
Every step I take feels oh so right
Life's a dancefloor I'm the star of the show
With every beat yeah I let my spirit flow
Woke up this morning with a grin on my face
Can't nobody bring me down from this place
Sipping joy in every little sip of tea
World's a playground and I'm swinging free
Hey hey ho ho now we're feeling fine
Hands up high to touch the sky oh my oh my we're fly
Laughter echoes as we go so let's just take it slow
Sky's the limit and we glow so we'll put on a show
Mirror mirror showing me a happy face
Dancing through my day in this groovy space
Every bounce in my step says I'm on my way
To brighter days where I laugh and play
When the night comes I'll still shine my light
No shadows can dim my heart's delight
With a funky beat and a melody sweet
Let's make this moment one to repeat
Hey hey ho ho now we're feeling fine
Hands up high to touch the sky oh my oh my we're fly
Laughter echoes as we go so let's just take it slow
Sky's the limit and we glow so we'll put on a show
CREDITS
Performer: Night Driver
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Dust Between the Guns
Colt Mercer
Verified Artist
Colt Mercer
Colt Mercer is a mysterious country vocalist shaped by dusty border roads, old western stories, and the warm musical spirit of Mexico. Blending classic country storytelling with subtle Mexican melodies, he creates a cinematic sound filled with desert sunsets, lonely bars, long night drives, and unfinished goodbyes.
With “Dust Between the Guns,” Mercer introduces a world of warm acoustic guitars, light mariachi touches, raw vocal texture, and a rugged emotional tone. His music carries themes of love, pride, escape, regret, and personal reckoning always somewhere between a confession and a standoff.
Released with the support of not fm and Filodyo, Colt Mercer’s sound reflects a modern western atmosphere: timeless, dusty, dramatic, and deeply human. Away from the spotlight, he is said to draw inspiration from vintage tapes, old cowboy films, border-town legends, and the silence of the desert at sundown.
Dust Between the Guns
Colt Mercer
Slow wind on the empty street
Boots drag through the drifting heat
Shadows stretch across the town
One more sun is going down
Boardwalk creaks beneath my feet
Every sound repeats the beat
Windows closed and curtains drawn
Like this place has long been gone
Cards still lie upon the bar
Someone left a broken star
Dust is dancing in the light
Waiting for the coming night
Dust between the guns tonight
No one here to call it right
Every breath a loaded sound
Spinning slowly all around
Hands are steady hearts are slow
Every man already knows
When the silence starts to fall
No one leaves this street at all
Leather creaks across the lane
Every step repeats the same
Eyes are narrow time is thin
Like a clock about to spin
Old sign sways above the door
Scratching echoes on the floor
Somewhere far a trumpet cries
Like a warning in disguise
Dust between the guns tonight
No one here to call it right
Every breath a loaded sound
Spinning slowly all around
Hands are steady hearts are slow
Every man already knows
When the silence starts to fall
No one leaves this street at all
Wind moves softly through the town
One last figure lying down
Sun sinks red behind the plain
Only dust will stay again
CREDITS
Performer: Colt Mercer
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Tell Me
Mark Martian
Verified Artist
Mark Martian
Mark Martian is one of the most elusive figures in the music world, and his mysterious persona has left many fans wondering—could he really be from Mars?
Known for using the alias Martian Mark during his collaborations, this enigmatic producer has somehow managed to evade the spotlight completely. No interviews, no photos, no videos—Mark is practically a ghost. Some say it’s part of his brand, while others speculate wildly. Who knows?
Maybe while Elon Musk dreams of building colonies on Mars, Mark’s already here, quietly making beats after hitching a ride from the Red Planet’s first neighborhood.
Despite the secrecy surrounding him, one thing’s clear: Mark’s music speaks volumes. His deep house tracks pulse with interstellar vibes, his pop productions are out-of-this-world catchy, and his funk grooves are, well, otherworldly.
Whether he’s blending cosmic synths with soulful beats or dropping funk-infused rhythms, his style keeps listeners hooked and guessing. You can hear his work across platforms, but his music truly shines on Filodyo, where you might catch the next great Martian anthem—if he doesn’t beam it up first.
Tell Me
Mark Martian
Dust on the floor where we used to stand
Promises slipped right out of our hands
The radio hums a song we knew
But the melody feels like it's lost its truth
Worn-out pages stories told
Fingers trace what we can’t hold
There’s a silence loud and clear
A reflection of what we fear
Tell me is it love or is it a fight?
Do we stay or fade into the night?
We’re caught in a space between the lines
Looking for answers crossing the signs
Faded pictures stacked on the shelf
We became strangers to ourselves
Every question leads to a wall
Every moment feels so small
Worn-out pages stories told
Fingers trace what we can’t hold
There’s a silence loud and clear
A reflection of what we fear
Tell me is it love or is it a fight?
Do we stay or fade into the night?
We’re caught in a space between the lines
Looking for answers crossing the signs
Maybe we’re just scared to leave
Hiding truth we won’t believe
Every tear a bitter cost
Falling in love but feeling lost
It’s the weight of what we don’t say
Holds us back but makes us stay
Still we wonder still we try
To keep the flame to touch the sky
Tell me is it love or is it a fight?
Do we stay or fade into the night?
We’re caught in a space between the lines
Looking for answers crossing the signs
Dust settles slow but we remain
Two hearts beating through the same refrain
If we let go will we know why?
Or stay tangled in the reasons we can’t deny
CREDITS
Performer: Mark Martian
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Velvet Switch
Celeste Raye
Verified Artist
Celeste Raye
There’s a certain stillness in Celeste Raye’s voice — the kind that turns crowded rooms quiet and late-night drives cinematic. Born and raised in South London, she grew up mimicking the elegance of old soul singers and the cool detachment of ‘90s club divas. On stage, Celeste doesn’t reach for the spotlight — it finds her.
Her latest release, Velvet Switch, is a slow-burning club anthem soaked in longing. Produced by NOT FM and available exclusively on Filodyo, the track pulses with quiet intensity — as if it’s remembering something you forgot you missed. Celeste’s voice doesn’t cry out. It hovers, suspended above the beat, tracing the shape of absence with each note.
People don’t come to her sets just to dance. They come to feel understood — in dim lights, with their eyes closed, mouthing words they’ve never said out loud. Velvet Switch captures that moment between stillness and surrender, when the music takes over and you stop pretending you’re fine.
Celeste Raye isn’t trying to be timeless. She already is — not because she sounds like someone else, but because she sounds like a feeling you’ve had before, but never named.
Velvet Switch
Celeste Raye
You touched my name with a fingertip lie
Then vanished like sugar in red wine
I didn’t chase I didn’t speak
But I rewrote you in every beat
You blink I break
You breathe I ache
You move I wait
(I wait I wait)
Come turn me on like a velvet switch
No promises just static twitch
Don’t love me—just circle back
One more loop then fade to black
(Ahh…)
Circle back
(Ahh…)
Fade to black
Your silence talks in Morse to me
I hum it back unconsciously
No need for vows no names to curse
We orbit pain—but in reverse
You blink I float
You breathe I choke
You move I glow
(You know you know)
Come turn me on like a velvet switch
Forget the rules forget the glitch
Don’t stay long—just mark the track
One more loop then no way back
(Hmm…)
Mark the track…
(Hmm…)
No way back…
It’s not love—
Just beautiful damage
A signal you sent
But never managed
(And I… tuned in anyway)
Come turn me on like a velvet switch
Whisper sweet in a foreign pitch
Don’t need truth—just feedback hum
One more loop—then I’ll come undone
(Undone…)
(Undone…)
CREDITS
Performer: Celeste Raye
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Il Punto Piu Vivo
Milo Sartini
Verified Artist
Milo Sartini
Milo Sartini grew up near Italy’s Adriatic coast in a family where meals regularly became debates and kitchen utensils often became percussion instruments. That lively upbringing shaped an artist drawn to movement, language and the small absurdities of everyday life. His music combines quick-witted Italian storytelling with muscular funk bass, Mediterranean percussion and contemporary pop production.
Sartini studied cultural anthropology at the University of Bologna, focusing on music, public space and the rituals that bring strangers together. He later trained in contemporary composition, arrangement and studio production at a private music institute in Milan. His academic background still informs his work: every rhythm has a social purpose, every instrument enters for a reason, and humour is treated as seriously as melody.
His debut single, “Il Punto Più Vivo,” introduces Sartini as a singer, producer and observant narrator with an instinct for turning ordinary scenes into kinetic music. His delivery moves naturally between singing and rhythmic speech, supported by precise percussion, brass accents and tightly controlled electronic production. Intelligent without becoming academic and playful without becoming novelty, Milo Sartini makes pop music that notices how people actually live.
Il Punto Piu Vivo
Milo Sartini
Uno viene dal porto
Uno scende dal tram
Una ride da sola
Uno non sa dove va
Ma il tamburo li chiama
Senza chiedere chi sei
Questa sera la strada
Ha più nomi di noi
C’è chi arriva con tre parole
Chi ne porta tremila
Chi cucina sopra un balcone
Chi ripara una bicicletta
C’è una radio dietro una porta
Che trasmette da chissà dove
Una nonna detta la danza
A una banda di ventenni
Il tassista perde il turno
Per seguire quel contrabbasso
Un bambino batte il tempo
Con due cucchiai sopra un piatto
Nessun palco nessun padrone
Nessun posto riservato
Quando il ritmo prende la piazza
Ogni nome viene chiamato
Vieni qua
Non serve sapere perché
Vieni qua
Porta soltanto quello che c’è
Questo è il punto più vivo
Dove tutto fa tum tum
Dove il nord incontra il sud
E nessuno resta più
Questo è il punto più vivo
Mani in alto giù di nuovo
Se la terra gira ancora
Questa notte gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Ogni lingua cambia il suono
Ma il battito dice: noi
Una cuoca lascia il grembiule
Per un passo mezzo sbagliato
Un avvocato molto serio
Fa qualcosa mai studiato
Due turisti senza mappa
Hanno perso la prudenza
Una coppia che litigava
Ora balla la stessa frase
C’è chi viene per curiosare
Chi domani deve partire
Chi ha promesso “solo un minuto”
Ed è ancora qui alle tre
Non importa da quale tavolo
Da quale treno o quartiere
Siamo pezzi senza istruzioni
Che funzionano tutti insieme
Vieni qua
Non devi assomigliare a me
Vieni qua
Porta il tuo modo di stare in piedi
Questo è il punto più vivo
Dove tutto fa tum tum
Dove il nord incontra il sud
E nessuno resta più
Questo è il punto più vivo
Mani in alto giù di nuovo
Se la terra gira ancora
Questa notte gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Ogni lingua cambia il suono
Ma il battito dice: noi
Dimmi come batti il tempo
Con il palmo o con il mento
Con le scarpe sul cemento
Con un fiato preso al volo
Uno due — non basta ancora
Tre quattro — viene l’aurora
Cinque sei — cambia la storia
Sette miliardi nella stessa gola
Io dico: vicino
Tutti: più vicino
Io dico: più forte
Tutti: fino al mattino
Io dico: chi siamo?
Tutti: quelli che arrivano
Io dico: dove siamo?
Tutti: dove le cose cominciano
Questo è il punto più vivo
Dove tutto fa tum tum
Dove il nord incontra il sud
E nessuno resta più
Questo è il punto più vivo
Ogni passo trova il modo
Se la terra gira ancora
Questa notte gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Non c’è un centro sulla carta
Il centro siamo noi
Uno torna verso il porto
Uno aspetta ancora il tram
La mattina prende nota
Di chi non si fermerà
Tum tum
Il centro siamo noi
Tum tum
Il centro siamo noi
CREDITS
Performer: Milo Sartini
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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With Whom I'm Meeting
Kai Spectrum
Verified Artist
Kai Spectrum
Kai Spectrum is a wizard of the turntables, a maestro of the mixing decks, hailing straight from the vibrant music scene of Almanya. He's not your ordinary DJ, in fact, he may be the only one in history who'd dare to use 'various' and 'vocals' in the same sentence with nothing but charm. Often found nestled in his Almanya studio, Spectrum spends his days (and let's be honest, most of his nights) crafting pulsating beats solely for the ears of his loyal listeners on the enigmatic platform, filodyo.
One of Spectrum's most notable conquests in the music sphere is "With Whom I'm Meeting". A brainchild of Spectrum's unconventional brilliance, this track shows off his knack for layering unexpected vocals over his signature groovy beats. But much like the man himself, this song proves that there's more than meets the eye - or in this case, the ear. For those who listen closely, "With Whom I'm Meeting" whispers a tale of Spectrum's uncanny ability to blur the lines between the sonic and the narrative, making the audience question, just who are they meeting? Rest assured, dear reader, the answer will always be - the music, their own imagination, and the whimsical humor of Kai Spectrum.
With Whom I'm Meeting
Kai Spectrum
Sweat in patches drenching my hoodie
No seduction
Clear as it should be
Although too tired to exercise even
I can walk to the alley or even the other precinct
Was I (And did you even listen?)
Mad like Dad (When I wanted to hold on?)
With whom I'm meeting
On this earth of neon light
Under stardust
The past flickering
But it's getting cold outside
My third lollipop
A fabled bloodsucker
They make fun of me
But it's my true character
Jingle bells outside
Kids in the dark
Can't help but think of home and how it fell apart
Was I (And did you even listen?)
Mad like Dad (When I wanted to hold on?)
With whom I'm meeting
On this earth of neon light
Under stardust
The past flickering
But it's getting cold outside
Nothing's subtle
They've exposed the situation
Here's a summary of the monetization
Buy their cheap toys
Last year's commemorations
And throw it away to save another generation
With whom I'm meeting
On this earth of neon light
Under stardust
The past flickering
But it's getting cold outside
CREDITS
Performer: Kai Spectrum
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Rich Man Pass the B...
Loch Ness Monsters
Verified Artist
Loch Ness Monsters
Rising from the enigmatic allure of Brighton's coastal shores, Loch Ness Monsters are a four-piece band reshaping the contours of alternative rock and pop.
Comprised of the ethereal vocalist Isla "Izzy" McLeod, the enigmatic guitarist Finnegan "Finn" Hartley, the introspective bassist Leo Summers, and the rhythmically ingenious drummer Pippa Clarke, the band weaves together threads of myth and modernity. Their name pays homage to the legendary creature of the deep, symbolizing the hidden depths and untapped mysteries they explore through their music.
Their breakout single, "I Fall Too Deep," plunges listeners into a whirlpool of emotion with its irresistibly catchy chorus and haunting melodies.
The song is a sonic journey, echoing the sensation of being submerged in one's feelings, fears, and desires. Izzy's haunting vocals glide over Finn's shimmering guitar riffs, while Leo's pulsating bass lines and Pippa's dynamic drumming create an undercurrent that pulls the audience into uncharted territories of sound. The track has become an anthem for those unafraid to delve beneath the surface, catching the attention of listeners in the stores where Filodyo broadcasts.
The band's origin story is as captivating as their music. Meeting by chance during a midnight swim on a dare at Brighton's pebble beach, the quartet bonded over shared tales of folklore, a love for genre-blending music, and a mutual sense of adventure.
Their performances are not just concerts but immersive experiences; they often incorporate visual art, storytelling, and atmospheric lighting to transform venues into mystical landscapes.
Loch Ness Monsters invite their audience to join them in the depths, challenging everyone to embrace the unknown and find beauty in the unexplored.
Rich Man Pass the Baton
Loch Ness Monsters
We've all seen a Tom
Rich man pass the baton
Godspeed big shoe
Stay loose and make it move
Try not to escape
Practice neatness in penmanship
Absolutely no finder's fee
We're rolling long haul
In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
And then in about a week it'll haunt me
In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
Underneath the leaves slowly terminating
Creating a community without a dichotomy
Reject the king
Malefactor sing
Find your reality
Oh say church
I don't want to return to scorched earth
Or roll around in the dirt
Or skip over those who got hurt
In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
And then in about a week it'll haunt me
In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
Underneath the leaves slowly terminating
We are nice to be behind
But heavens no
We are not leading
And there's not much time left
In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
And then in about a week it'll haunt me
In fifteen minutes it'll perturb me
Underneath the leaves slowly terminating
CREDITS
Performer: Loch Ness Monsters
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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