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Wasting Time
Dario Kavella
Verified Artist
Dario Kavella
Dario Kavella emerges from the vibrant backdrop of Berlin, where the clattering of borrowed gear and thin walls shaped his early crafting process. After a long hiatus, he returns with a fresh perspective that sees him channeling the energy of his former late-night escapades into infectious dance tracks like "Wasting Time." With an uplifting and happy vibe, his music resonates with those chasing digital highs and navigating the chaos of life. Dario’s sound is a fusion of dance, EDM, and pop, intertwining joyful melodies with inspirational lyrics that echo the lessons learned in moments of spontaneity and connection.
His catalog may be young, but it encapsulates a richer narrative that speaks to resilience and evolution. Each track serves as a testament to his ability to transform challenges into invigorating beats, harnessing the essence of celebration amidst an ever-complex world. As he plans to release more tracks, Dario’s artistic identity continues to thrive on the themes of joy and nostalgia, inviting listeners to join him on nights that refuse to end. In this new chapter of his career, Dario Kavella is set not just to fill dance floors but to inspire a movement—one heartbeat at a time.
Wasting Time
Dario Kavella
Tick-tock tick-tock (uh)
Yeah… we don’t stop
Late night I’m still online
clock says no but I cross the line
Lost count drinks laughs replies
I’m just chasing digital highs
Oh seconds fade like smoke in light
but I don’t care if it’s wrong or right
We’re wasting time (yeah-yeah)
but it feels so fine (uh-huh)
No past no sign
just bodies in rhyme
We’re wasting time (oh-oh)
on a borrowed line
if this is crime
then lock me inside
Time time time
can’t rewind rewind rewind
Time time time
we don’t mind mind mind
Golden hour on replay
memories in 4K
You said “forever” cliché
but I still press “stay”
Every beat steals one more minute
don’t stop I’m living in it
We’re wasting time (yeah-yeah)
but it feels so fine (uh-huh)
No past no sign
just bodies in rhyme
We’re wasting time (oh-oh)
on a borrowed line
if this is crime
then lock me inside
Tick-tock tick-tock
can’t stop this clock
Na-na we’re divine
just wasting time
CREDITS
Performer: Dario Kavella
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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No Me Doblo
The Callejeros
Verified Artist
The Callejeros
The Callejeros, a dynamic duo hailing from the vibrant streets of Los Angeles, bring a heartfelt blend of Latin and pop influences to their music. Friends since childhood, Diego and Mateo first connected over shared experiences—growing up in a neighborhood where dreams often felt distant but determination was a way of life. Their bond deepened through collaborations in local music scenes, where they honed their craft in intimate venues, paving the way for a unique sound that effortlessly marries rich lyrical storytelling with infectious melodies. Each song reflects their life’s journey, capturing bittersweet nostalgia and romantic undertones, as evidenced in their standout track "No Me Doblo."
With powerful themes of resilience and self-acceptance woven throughout their catalog, The Callejeros explore the complexities of love and identity. Their music often draws from personal histories marked by struggle, earning them a loyal following who resonate with their authenticity. The duo's sonic identity is characterized by emotive vocals layered over lush instrumentation, creating an atmospheric backdrop that invites listeners to reflect and connect. As they continue to evolve artistically, The Callejeros remain committed to crafting songs that speak to the heart while celebrating both joy and heartache through their distinctive lens.
No Me Doblo
The Callejeros
Me caí mil veces sí
Pero aquí sigo—sin pedir perdón
Crecí donde el sol no llegaba
Donde el pan se ganaba con rabia
Aprendí que el silencio castiga
Y que el orgullo también abriga
No heredé fortuna ni mapa
Solo cicatrices y una capa
De fe que nadie me dio
Pero que en mí… nunca faltó
No me doblo aunque el viento me grite
Aunque el mundo me quite
Lo que un día llamé hogar
No me doblo aunque sangren los pasos
Aunque pierda mil abrazos
Mi alma no se va a quebrar
Me dijeron: “No sueñes tan alto”
Pero el cielo no tiene contrato
Y si caigo que sea bailando
Con los puños al sol cantando
No busco piedad ni medalla
Solo dejar huella en la batalla
No me doblo aunque el viento me grite
Aunque el mundo me quite
Lo que un día llamé hogar
No me doblo aunque sangren los pasos
Aunque pierda mil abrazos
Mi alma no se va a quebrar
Y si mañana no amanece
Yo seré quien lo enciende
Con mi voz y con mi piel
Porque rendirse no se aprende
No me doblo ni aunque el tiempo me borre
Ni aunque nadie me nombre
Yo sabré quién fui al final
No me doblo… y si muero de pie
Será sabiendo que amé
Sin miedo sin callar
CREDITS
Performer: The Callejeros
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Ornamental Collapse
Distant Grammar
Ornamental Collapse
Distant Grammar
CREDITS
Performer: Distant Grammar
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Summer Fling
Solomon Dupree
Verified Artist
Solomon Dupree
Meet Solomon Dupree, the dance sensation from Chicago shaking the Windy City with his electrifying beats. This independent artist with a contagious ‘happy’ vibe and enough swagger to spare, has a knack for turning even the gloomiest days gleaming.
Born and raised in the soulful echoes of Chicago's music scene, Solomon fell hard for the rhythm of his city. His music, an infectious blend of classic Chicago house meets modern dance pop, has a charisma that few can resist. His undeniable talent is like the Sears Tower standing tall among clusters of hut-sized talents, dominating the skyline of Chicago's indie dance scene.
His standout track "Summer Fling" brings to mind the magic of a Lake Michigan shoreline party, awash with the peach-pink hues of a Midwestern sunset. Just like the city's legendary deep-dish pizza, Solomon serves up consistent layers of rich, flavourful beats, with a prioritization on taste and quality that gives his music that extra sizzle.
Dupree's journey has been like the 'L' train, an exhilarating ride with ups, downs, and scenic views, leaving passengers (or in this case, listeners) with a joyride of memorable moments. One thing's for certain – when it comes to the dance scene in the City of Big Shoulders, Solomon Dupree is a name you simply can't miss. All aboard the Dupree express for a non-stop dance explosion!
Summer Fling
Solomon Dupree
We got a little time
Let's burn a little more
Soakin' in the sunshine
In love with the shore
And when the night falls
I get a little bored
I think of you
In a sundress (Ooh)
Dancin' with the moonlight (Ah)
Can't get enough
Let's fall in love
We're all just a summer fling
Who cares if it ends?
We're here for the ride
One last goodbye
Mm-mm
We're all just a summer fling
And even when it ends
We're here for the ride
One last goodbye
Mm-mm
Ooh
Ooh
We're all just a summer fling
Who cares if it ends?
We're here for the ride
One last goodbye
Mm-mm
We're all just a summer fling
And even when it ends
We're here for the ride
One last goodbye
Mm-mm
Ooh
Ooh
CREDITS
Performer: Solomon Dupree
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Between Our Time
Aris Veyton
Verified Artist
Aris Veyton
Aris Veyton is an electronic music producer whose sound blends modern club energy with subtle emotional depth. Rooted in electronic and dance-driven structures, his productions balance clean rhythms, textured synth layers and restrained melodic elements.
Rather than chasing trends, Aris focuses on atmosphere and flow. His tracks are designed to work both on the dancefloor and in personal listening environments, creating a sense of continuity rather than sudden impact. Minimal arrangements, controlled dynamics and carefully crafted sound design are central to his approach.
Working primarily in the studio, Aris Veyton treats music as a long-form experience rather than a single moment. His style reflects a contemporary electronic mindset: precise, understated and immersive. Each release is a step in an evolving sonic identity that prioritizes mood, space and consistency.
Between Our Time
Aris Veyton
Streets stay still without a name
Steps align but not the same
Nothing loud nothing planned
Just the timing of your hand
Every move feels almost true
Something shifts when I face you
Stay in place let it run
No finish line no count of one
No signs drawn no straight lines
Just the space between our time
Ahh
Let it turn let it stay
No words left that need a say
Corners bend the hours slide
We don’t need a reason why
Moments land then rearrange
Never still never strange
No control still it fits
Every step makes sense like this
Stay in place let it run
No finish line no count of one
No signs drawn no straight lines
Just the space between our time
If it ends it ends this way
Not a loss not a stay
What we felt remains intact
No return and no retract
CREDITS
Performer: Aris Veyton
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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HOT TRACK
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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Recognize
Felix Dobrev
Verified Artist
Felix Dobrev
Meet Felix Dobrev, Sofia's best-kept secret, "dance" virtuoso extraordinaire, and ultimate purveyor of auditory happiness. An independent artist with charisma thicker than his grandmother's Bulgarian yogurt, he's ready to make the world "Recognize."
Born and bred in the heart of Bulgaria, Felix bloomed amid the lively buskers and the distinctive throb of the Balkan music scene, watching, learning, and nursing his own musical genius. This maestro of merriment can put a rhythm into anything quicker than a Baba slinging banitsa, and he is already proving to be the 'estest' of Sofia (fastest, and funniest) to hit the independent dance scene.
His most popular song, "Recognize," has the potent magic of turning gloomy Mondays into radiant Fridays, real Sofia-style. The track has genuine Dobrev charm: infectious beats that tug at your heartstrings as powerfully as they force your feet into grooves, making you feel like you're bouncing on the clouds above Vitosha Mountain.
Felix Dobrev isn't just any go-to party playlist contender. He's better. A creator of endorphin-evoking dance tracks that sparkle with joy and jive with wit, Felix is setting musical trends faster than the city’s tramcars. Prepare yourself to get caught up in his upbeat, unmistakable rhythm... just remember to "Recognize" where you first heard it!
Recognize
Felix Dobrev
It's rainy outside snowing outside
And pour me in ice cold water swell my chest
To make me hard to weep to lie to lie
But I will find another route
Yeah
'Cause
Baby
It's easy for me now
And if I have another chance
I will never ask a second chance
For now you recognize the sound
The sound is good
For now you recognize the light
The source of the light
(Uh) (ah)
(Ah)
Saw me very low
And use to call me mad as bad as you could
But hush
My baby
I don't mind
It's what sublime
Sublime
But make after now it's easy for me finally
Seems that I never felt you love me truly anyway
For now you recognize the sound
The sound is good
For now you recognize the light
The source of the light
(Uh) (uh)
(Ah)
(Ah)
CREDITS
Performer: Felix Dobrev
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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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
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Te Llevas Todo
Mateo Blanco
Verified Artist
Mateo Blanco
Mateo Blanco, hailing from the vibrant streets of Copenhagen, infuses his Latin roots with a contemporary pop sensibility, creating an enchanting soundscape that resonates with both nostalgia and romance. His latest track, "Te Llevas Todo," captures the bittersweet essence of love lost, with lyrics that evoke the lingering echoes of someone who has walked away. Mateo’s emotive vocal style draws listeners into his world, where playful melodies intertwine with heartfelt themes. Growing up amidst the dynamic club culture of Copenhagen, he found inspiration in the rhythmic beats and expressive energy of the local scene, shaping his artistic identity as a solo artist.
With a catalog that moves fluidly between moods and styles, each song tells a story that reflects Mateo's personal experiences and observations. Tracks like “Sombra de Tí” and “La Luz en Mis Ojos” delve into similar emotional landscapes, balancing playful exuberance with deeper romantic introspections. As Mateo continues to explore these themes, his music acts as a tapestry woven from both lighthearted moments and poignant reflections of love and loss, inviting listeners to journey alongside him through each intimate narrative.
Te Llevas Todo
Mateo Blanco
Cada vez que te vas
algo de mí también se va
Te vi cerrar la puerta sin mirar atrás
Llevabas tus pasos y mi paz
Ni una palabra ni un por qué
Solo el sonido de lo que ya no fue
Y yo me quedo con el eco de tu voz
Como si el silencio fuera feroz
Te llevas todo mi luz mi fe
Mis madrugadas y mi café
El ritmo lento de mi canción
Y hasta el aire de mi habitación
Te llevas todo sin preguntar
Y yo me quedo sin respirar
Tus fotos siguen en la pared
Pero tu sombra ya no es fiel
Tu perfume flota en el salón
Como un fantasma de mi ilusión
No sé si vas a regresar
Pero yo no sé olvidar
Te llevas todo mi luz mi fe
Mis madrugadas y mi café
El ritmo lento de mi canción
Y hasta el aire de mi habitación
Te llevas todo sin preguntar
Y yo me quedo sin respirar
No dejaste notas ni un final
Solo un vacío tan brutal
Y aunque no quiero suplicar…
mi alma aún te va a llamar
Te llevas todo y lo sabes bien
Hasta el pedazo que era también
Te llevas todo mi amor mi bien
Y yo me pierdo en tu desdén
CREDITS
Performer: Mateo Blanco
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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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
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Still Holding On
6 Brokens
Verified Artist
6 Brokens
6 Broken came together in New York through chance encounters, shared apartments, and long conversations that stretched past midnight. None of them arrived with a plan to form a band. They met through friends, studios, and half-finished ideas, slowly realizing they were circling the same emotional territory. New York shaped them not as a backdrop, but as a pressure. The noise, the distance, the constant sense of movement seeped into how they wrote and how they listened.
Their music leans into restraint rather than release. Clean arrangements, patient melodies, and lyrics that leave space for interpretation. 6 Broken avoids obvious drama, letting tension live quietly inside the songs. There is an awareness of vulnerability without turning it into spectacle. Each member carries a different perspective, and those differences remain audible rather than polished away.
What defines 6 Broken is their refusal to rush. Songs unfold at their own pace, shaped by late-night demos, unfinished thoughts, and the feeling of standing still while a city moves around you. Their work is available exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, where subtlety has room to exist and music does not need to announce itself to be heard.
Still Holding On
6 Brokens
Morning hits the window late
Coffee’s cold but I feel awake
Your name’s still on my playlist
Didn’t mute it didn’t break it
I learned how silence sounds
When you’re not around
But it’s lighter than I thought
Guess I figured something out
I don’t need a sign tonight
No big speech no rewrite
Just walking straight ahead
With the things you never said
I don’t need a brand new heart
Mine still works just different parts
Some are louder some are calm
Still beating still holding on
I don’t need a clean restart
Just a little open space to start
I’m okay where I am
Yeah I’m better than I planned
City moves at normal speed
People laughing next to me
Nothing feels dramatic now
And that’s what I like about it somehow
Your jacket’s gone I kept the time
Not the fights not the lines
I don’t miss the way we broke
Just the jokes we never wrote
No more circling the same streets
No reruns in my head this week
I’m not running I’m not late
Just finally on my way
I don’t need a brand new heart
Mine still works just different parts
Some are louder some are calm
Still beating still holding on
I don’t need a clean restart
Just a little open space to start
I’m okay where I am
Yeah I’m better than I planned
If you ever wonder how I’ve been
I sleep fine I breathe fine
I learned how to let things end
Without losing who’s inside
I don’t need a brand new heart
No repair kit no fresh start
It’s been tested it’s been tried
Still alive on the inside
I don’t need to change the past
Just move forward slow and fast
I’m okay where I stand
Yeah I’m better than I planned
Better than I planned
Still here still me
Yeah I’m better than I planned
CREDITS
Performer: 6 Brokens
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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