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Back Where the Rhyt...
Carmen Silva

Verified Verified Artist

Carmen Silva
Carmen Silva, hailing from the vibrant streets of London, is an evocative solo artist whose sound fuses empowering Latin rhythms with the infectious energy of contemporary dance music. With a signature style characterized by bold brass stabs, congas, and funky horns, her tracks pulse with life and emotion. Songs like "Dance Without You" showcase her ability to blend bittersweet themes with playful beats, creating a tapestry of sound that invites listeners to celebrate both the highs and lows of love. Late-night writing sessions have profoundly shaped her artistic vision, allowing her to explore the nuanced interplay of joy and sadness that shines through in her lyrics.

Her catalog is an exploration of resilience and self-discovery, as demonstrated in tracks such as "Back Where the Rhythm Lives." Carmen's layered vocals and rhythmic compositions create an uplifting yet intimate atmosphere that resonates with listeners navigating their own emotional landscapes. As she continues to captivate audiences with her electrifying performances and heartfelt storytelling, Carmen Silva firmly establishes herself as a distinctive voice in the modern music scene, where every dance tells a deeper story.
Track(s)
Back Where the Rhythm Lives 578 02:53
Dance Without You 318 03:04

Back Where the Rhythm Lives

Carmen Silva


I saw your face in the corner light
Dancing alone like the heat of the night
The music hit and the past came fast
Like a photo flash from a love that passed

We had our fire under summer moons
Now I hear your name in old dance tunes
Tried to move but the beat pulls back
To the place where I lost track

Take me back where the rhythm lives (rhythm lives)
Where the ocean talks and the night forgives (night forgives)
We were burning we were young and free
Now the conga calls you back to me

Take me back where the rhythm lives (rhythm lives)
To your touch in the melody
We were magic we were mystery
And the rhythm still remembers me

Your perfume in the midnight breeze
Still dances on like a sweet disease
I laugh I spin I try to forget
But the DJ plays our old cassette

I don’t need your words
Just your shadow near…
Let the clave speak
What I need to hear…

Take me back where the rhythm lives
Where our hearts were wild and the tempo gives
We were burning we were bold and loud
Still feel your hands in the crowd

Back where the rhythm…
Back where the rhythm…
Back where the rhythm lives

CREDITS
Performer: Carmen Silva
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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DNC (feat Jace T)
Erica

Verified Verified Artist

Erica
Say hello to Erica, a gem unearthed from the misty fjords of Bergen, Norway, serenading the world with her dance tunes. This synth-swirling belter could make a sardine shimmy with her infectious energy.

Growing up with classical piano lessons under Norway's perpetual drizzle, Erica found her musical identity sandwiched between her mom's Edith Piaf records and the emotional pull of her dad's synth fascination. While most 16-year-olds are busy amassing Instagram followers, Erica channeled her teenage angst into penning down her first song. It never saw the light of day, but listen closely at her concerts and you might hear her hum those nostalgic notes.

Erica shifted her base to the bustling streets of Berlin at 23, transitioning from a street musician to minimalist stages with a poise that could make Madonna go green. Her biggest hit has to be "DNC", a song that will make your feet tap and heart flutter before you even realize. Ever seen a packed room fall silent? Attend an Erica gig, as her whispers hush the room, except for that one guy always clapping off-beat.

Straddling both cheerful and profound, Erica's music echoes her journey. Dancing through life, one synth-filled melody at a time, she's proving that you can take a Norwegian out of the rain, but you can't take the rhythm out of the girl.
Track(s)
DNC (feat Jace T) 675 02:49

DNC (feat Jace T)

Erica


Game start

D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C
D-N-C D-N-C — uh uh-huh uh-huh
D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C
D-N-C D-N-C — uh uh-huh uh-huh

Message popped — you said “what’s the plan?”
I said “spotlight speakers and fans”
No need for heels just sneakers and heat
Let’s meet where the night skips a beat oh-oh-oh

Don’t you want me like I want you baby?
Don’t you feel it when the lights turn low?
We’ll sleep later now the floor is waiting
All you gotta do is just say “go”

Let’s dance — just a little closer
No chance — that I’m movin’ slower
Midnight — we can make it ours
Don’t hold back now this groove got power

D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C
D-N-C D-N-C — uh uh-huh uh-huh

Yeah lights flashin’ heart's tappin’ the beat
You the cheat code makin' rhythm complete
No cap you a glitch in the matrix
Caught up in your vibe yeah it’s dangerous

Late night—steppin’ out like a boss
One move and I’m already lost
You spin I follow like fate in loops
We the headline — no need for groups

Call me when you’re close
Text me one emoji
You know where the rhythm is
Baby don’t be lowkey

Let’s dance — just a little closer
No chance — that I’m movin’ slower
Midnight — we can make it ours
Don’t hold back now this groove got power

[Hook – both voices layered]
D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C
D-N-C D-N-C — uh uh-huh uh-huh
D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C
D-N-C D-N-C — uh uh-huh uh-huh

Say it once say it right
Let’s move just tonight
Say it once say it right
Just move just tonight
D-N-C

CREDITS
Performer: Erica
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Get Out My Way
The 5th Exit

Verified Verified Artist

The 5th Exit
Born from the concrete veins of New York City’s underground, The 5th Exit is not just a band — it's a warning siren echoing through the alleys of Brooklyn. Blending the unapologetic grit of East Coast punk with the swagger of early-2000s hip-hop, their music punches through the noise like a subway train in a blackout.

The band was formed in late 2023 in a condemned warehouse turned DIY venue in Bushwick, after a street brawl-turned-jam-session between strangers. The result? Five misfits who had no plan — just noise, energy, and something to scream.

Members:
🎤 Jayno Blakk (Lead Vocals / Chaos Designer)
A former graffiti artist with a voice like broken glass in a hurricane. Born in Flatbush, Jayno spits lyrics like they’re Molotovs, laced with rage and raw truth. Known for performing barefoot and bleeding by the end of every show.

🎸 Noelle "Nox" Vega (Lead Guitar / FX Wizard)
Puerto Rican shredder with a physics degree and a pedalboard built from junkyard parts. She speaks three languages — four if you count distortion. Her solos? They don’t melt faces; they dissolve them.

🥁 Koda Rinz (Drums / Street Philosopher)
Half-poet, half-brawler. Raised by subway dancers and vinyl collectors, Koda’s beats sound like trash cans getting kicked down tenement stairwells — in perfect time. Always drumming, even in his sleep.

🎹 Echo Rowe (Synths / Scream Textures / Visuals)
The silent one. Echo doesn’t talk much, but his synth work sounds like a riot at 3AM. Also responsible for their chaotic visuals and the recurring raven motif in their shows. Rumor has it he lives in an abandoned radio tower in Queens.

🎸 Twitchy Lex (Bass / Vibe Damage Control)
Lex is the glue, or maybe the duct tape. Raised on R&B but corrupted by noise rock, he brings the groove — the dangerous kind that gets under your skin and sets off car alarms.

Their Breakout Track: "Get Out My Way"
A sonic punch to the throat, "Get Out My Way" is a war cry against complacency, gentrification, and anyone walking slow on a New York sidewalk. With a chorus that hits like a riot chant and verses that spit pure venom, it’s already being banned from small-town radio — which only makes it louder.

The 5th Exit isn’t asking for your attention. They’re taking it.
You can either move... or get run over.
Track(s)
Get Out My Way 783 02:08

Get Out My Way

The 5th Exit


Yo! Yo!
Watch out! I’m comin’ through!
MOVE!

I came to wreck it slam like a hammer
Stomp in your club like a Bronx bandana
Shake the floor make the ceiling drop
When I step in the room everybody go POP!

No chill I’m a wildfire loose
Bounce like a ball in a cage of abuse
Say my name say it LOUD like a chant
Whole block jumpin’ like a riot they can’t stand!

Get out my way! (Hey!)
I don’t play! (No!)
I came to JUMP!
You better pray! (Woo!)
Get out my way! (MOVE!)
I don’t play! (UH!)
I bring that heat
Like every day!

Step aside I’m the main event
Got bass in my chest I don’t need no rent
Spit fire like I’m breakin' a curse
One punchline put your crew in a hearse!

Hands up high like a stick-up move
Whole room shakes when I hit that groove
I ain’t calm I’m a chaos breed
Y’all better duck when I plant this seed!

Get out my way! (Hey!)
I don’t play! (No!)
I came to JUMP!
You better pray!
Get out my way!
I don’t play!
I bring that HEAT
Like every day!

Jump! Jump! Jump!
Till the roof caves in!
Jump! Jump! Jump!
Let the riot begin!
Jump! Jump! Jump!
No peace no sleep!
Jump! Jump! Jump!
We play for keeps!

CREDITS
Performer: The 5th Exit
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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What’s It Made Of?
LYA

Verified Verified Artist

LYA
“If it doesn’t ask questions, it’s not music.”

LYA (pronounced “Lie-uh”) is a genre-defying artist from Berlin whose roots stretch from conservatory string quartets to the depths of fog-drenched warehouse raves. A classically trained violinist who once performed Vivaldi at age nine, she left formal music behind in her early 20s to pursue something more fractured, more real. What emerged was a sound as delicate as it is defiant—where harpsichords coexist with 2-step beats, and questions matter more than answers.

Her music exists in a liminal zone: somewhere between dance and disassociation, pop and poetry, cathedral and club. LYA often weaves spoken-word passages into her songs, transforming internal monologues into melodic mantras. Vocals—sometimes her own, sometimes spliced and AI-shifted—glide over textured layers of cello, muted synths, and ambient distortion. Think: if Imogen Heap grew up listening to Burial and wrote haikus in code.

LYA’s debut EP “Syntax of Sleep” was a quiet cult success among insomniac circles on Bandcamp, praised for its “introspective maximalism.” Her live sets, often accompanied by generative visuals and interactive lighting that reacts to audience movement, blur the line between concert and hallucination. She isn’t afraid of silence, nor of noise. Both, to her, are forms of rhythm.

LYA doesn’t write songs to explain. She writes them to wonder. “What’s It Made Of?”—her latest single via notfm—isn’t just a title. It’s a dare. A whisper in the hallway between thoughts. A reminder that meaning isn’t always the point.
Track(s)
What’s It Made Of? 5143 02:36

What’s It Made Of?

LYA


Woke up in a sentence I don’t remember writing
(uhhh)
My name’s on the wall
but it’s spelled with a “Y” now
weird

I tried to fold the sunlight into thirds
but it keeps leaking through the creases
Like—
was that ever the point?
(Hey!)
Did we name the silence just to fill it?

A blue cup a red sock a key with no lock
Mom said dreams don’t rot
but I found mold on the corners of mine
(yeah uh-huh)

What’s it made of?
(Lie?)
What’s it made oooooof?
Is this glass or just slow ice?
(what’s the—yeah)
If I bite it will it crack or cry?
(Haha—cry?)
I asked the mirror but she blinked
Twice

My coat is full of exit signs
but none of them point north
I sleep in the hallway between thoughts—
and that’s fine
Or it was
(Was it?)

Someone keeps leaving me notes
in a handwriting I don't remember learning
“Simplify”
“Unwind”
“Don't trust the tulips”

What’s it made of?!
(don’t tell me it’s hope again)
What’s it maaaade of?!
If it’s love why’s it shaped like a chair leg?
If it’s truth
why does it taste like batteries?

Whoa whoa—
Don’t go there
Not now
(NOT NOW!)

CREDITS
Performer: LYA
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Keep the Receipt, S...
Dust Motel

Verified Verified Artist

Dust Motel
Dust Motel Static began with **Marisol “Mari” Vela**, a sharp-tongued singer and baritone guitarist raised between Tucson and a small border town where her mother ran a late-night diner. **Evan Rusk**, a quiet multi-instrumentalist and obsessive arranger from Bakersfield, had spent years repairing amplifiers, collecting discarded tape machines and writing instrumental cues for films that were never made. Mari became the face and voice of the project; Evan became the person who could turn one crooked guitar phrase into an entire record.

They met after Evan’s pickup broke down outside the diner during a summer dust storm. Mari noticed the long-scale guitar case in the truck bed, borrowed the instrument before offering any help and played the same four notes until Evan began tapping a rhythm against the counter. They spent the rest of the night recording into a battered portable machine beside the diner’s ice freezer. The resulting demo carried traffic noise, a loose refrigerator panel and an argument from the kitchen, but neither of them wanted to recreate it in a cleaner studio.

Their debut single, **“Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart,”** introduces their sound through Mari’s dry, teasing delivery, Evan’s tightly controlled rhythm section and a low melodic guitar that moves somewhere between desert noir and border-town rock. The song treats a dishonest apology like a badly fitted purchase, turning an uncomfortable conversation into a compact, playful hook. It is currently their only released track, but the duo have already made their intentions clear: Dust Motel Static prefer small details, crooked humour and memorable guitar lines over polished mythology.
Track(s)
Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart 2354 03:54

Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart

Dust Motel


You parked across the hydrant
Like the law had gone to lunch
Brought six supermarket daisies
Held together with a rubber band

Said “I’ve been doing lots of thinking”
With the posture of a judge
Then set one careful “sorry”
On my counter still unopened

You pressed your palm against your chest
Like cameras filled the hall
I asked for one clean answer
You gave the director’s cut

Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else

Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take the whole display with you
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”

Almost true almost true
Look at you improving

You said your phone had lost its manners
Your watch was running scared
Your friends had formed a committee
And voted you unprepared

Your mother took the witness stand
Your therapist was quoted
I asked “Did you sleep with her?”
You said “The wording feels loaded”

You lowered your voice an octave
That trick you save for court
I asked where you were Tuesday
You gave the weather report

Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else

Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take the whole display with you
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”

No don’t kneel; the floor is clean
Don’t swear on anybody’s grave
Skip the trembling lower lip
You practiced beside the valet

I’m just taking inventory:
One key two names three hotel pens
You may keep the supermarket daisies
They’ve heard the whole defense

Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else

Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take your grand performance too
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”

Almost true almost true
Look at you improving

“Need a bag?”
“No he came with one”

CREDITS
Performer: Dust Motel
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Just Align
Alia Sorelle

Just Align

Alia Sorelle



CREDITS
Performer: Alia Sorelle
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Time to Get Loose
Martian Mark

Verified Verified Artist

Martian Mark
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.

Time to Get Loose

Martian Mark


It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose

Hit the floor
Drop it low
Raise the roof
Lose control
Time to go
Take it slow
Bring it back
Give me more
No need to run
Baby
Don't be scared
The night's still young
We can dance all night

When it gets to be too much
Let the bass kick in
When you're feeling out of touch
Let the bass kick in

It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose

Find a way
Take a chance
Turn around
Take my hand
We can go
Find a place
Move your body
Pick up the pace
No need to run
Baby
Don't be scared
The night's still young
We can dance all night

When it gets to be too much
Let the bass kick in
When you're feeling out of touch
Let the bass kick in

It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose

CREDITS
Performer: Martian Mark
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Iron Thread
Motion Static

Iron Thread

Motion Static



CREDITS
Performer: Motion Static
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Love and Hate
Dylan West

Verified Verified Artist

Dylan West
Meet Dylan West, a pop maestro who understands the beauty of contrasting emotions, hailing from the city of Westwood, California. His punchy pop beats can turn any retail shop into a spontaneous dance floor.

Primarily a photographer by day and crooner by night, Dylan captures life's dizzying spectrum, both through his lens and his soothing melodies. Enter "Love and Hate", one of his standout tracks. A tune as contradictory as its title, it dances on the tightrope of joy and heartbreak, proving that happiness can emerge out of chaos - much like a successfully planned family photo at a rowdy wedding.

Dylan's journey saw a fruitful twist when he signed up with Filodyo, a company known for producing refreshing store music. There, Dylan found the perfect fit, an idyllic backdrop to his boundless melodies that even the grumpiest of retail staff find their feet inadvertently shuffling to.

You might have guessed it; Dylan West is not your typical pop artist. Always ready with a camera and a heart full of beats, he captures the world in raw, vibrant colors, and turns it into feel-good pop music. If you're ever in Westwood, listen closely, because your morning latte might come with a side of Dylan West's enthralling tunes.
Track(s)
Love and Hate 723 02:33

Love and Hate

Dylan West


It's a thin line
Between love and hate
Between the real and the fake
There ain't no switchin' sides
You know there ain't no in-between
With love and hate

The things I love
The things I hate
They can just irritate me until they motivate me
Hit the road and take me
Lift me up and elevate me
And curve some paths to navigate me to gold
The pears grow from the seed and the tree and the roots and the soul
You know the thicker the skin
The less mindful the fangs that unfold

Thin line grows thicker
Hearts don't make good mirrors
Seein' clearer
Know when it's love and hate
We gotta relocate away
Ain't no fakin'

The things I hate
The things I love
They can just lift me high as the clouds above me
Ain't a flaw in a dove's wings
Just needs a little bit of coseting
A dose of humanity
Or so I'm told
You see
The Hunger Games ain't never yet got old

Thin lines grows thicker and thicker
It's all them thick-thick girls
That's been my soldiers
And we patrolin'
You know it's love
It ain't hate

Thin line grows thicker
Hearts don't make good mirrors
Seein' clearer
Know when it's love and hate
We gotta relocate away
Ain't no fakin'
Thin line grows thicker
Hearts don't make good mirrors
Seein' clearer
Know when it's love and hate
We gotta relocate away
Ain't no fakin'

CREDITS
Performer: Dylan West
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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All Eyes On Me
Atrayo

All Eyes On Me

Atrayo


Walked in slow
Like I planned the night
No need to ask
The room turned right

Every step’s a signal flare
Every look says “Don’t you dare”
I don’t beg I don’t plead
I don’t follow — I lead

You feel the shift when I breathe in
Lights don’t flash — I make them dim

All eyes on me
Like the beat can see
Every move I make
Every stare I break
No need to speak
No need to flee
If you feel that heat
Then all eyes — on me

Didn’t come for love came for impact
High heels loud like a click-clack
Talk sweet — nah I don’t chit-chat
Say my name once then I dispatch

Pulse in the floor that’s me movin’
You stand still while I keep provin’
I don’t chase fame I outgrew it
Mirror on me? I outdo it

One shot — no blink no panic
Rhythm in blood I don’t need magic
All eyes here — it’s cinematic
Cool on fire — it’s automatic

I don’t chase I redefine
Set the pace rewrite the line
No script just instinct
And I don’t blink

I walk slow but I land hard
Wrote the map tore up the chart

All eyes on me
Like the beat can see
Every move I make
Every stare I break
No need to speak
No need to flee
If you feel that heat
Then all eyes — on me

You came for music
But you stayed for the fire
Now you’re caught
In the line of desire

All eyes on me
Nowhere else to be
Every move I make
Every stare I break
No need to speak
Just let it be
If you're here for heat
Then all eyes — on me

CREDITS
Performer: Atrayo
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Velvet Circuit
Anya Glint

Velvet Circuit

Anya Glint



CREDITS
Performer: Anya Glint
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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