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When The Sky Turns ...
Elena Rivelle

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Elena Rivelle
Born in Florence, Italy, and raised in the cultural melting pot of Berlin, Elena Rivelle is an artist who effortlessly blends European sophistication with a universal emotional depth. With a voice that’s as haunting as it is powerful, Elena’s music fuses atmospheric pop with cinematic storytelling, creating an ethereal yet relatable sound.

Elena’s journey into music began with a childhood steeped in art and literature. Growing up in a family of writers and visual artists, she found her own form of expression through singing and songwriting. Her unique perspective is shaped by her love of poetry and her fascination with human connection, themes that run deep in her lyrics.

Her breakout single, "When The Sky Turns Grey," released through a collaboration with indie powerhouse Filodyo Records, showcases her ability to capture raw, unfiltered emotion. The track combines delicate melodies with Elena’s striking vocal range, drawing comparisons to artists like Aurora and Florence Welch. Critics have praised the song as a "masterpiece of atmospheric pop" and a "stunning debut that demands attention."

Known for her electrifying live performances, Elena’s shows are immersive experiences where visuals, lighting, and soundscapes merge into one. She has already captivated audiences at festivals across Europe and is set to embark on her first international tour following the release of her upcoming debut album.

With her mesmerizing voice, poetic lyricism, and magnetic stage presence, Elena Rivelle is poised to become one of the most exciting voices in contemporary music.
Track(s)
When The Sky Turns Grey 18773 03:14

When The Sky Turns Grey

Elena Rivelle


Shadows stretch across the concrete plains
A symphony of strangers bound by threads and chains
Fingers tapping stories on a glass-lit screen
We’re caught between the moments and the in-between

The city's breathing it's alive in the haze
We’re just satellites circling the maze
Trading time for something we can’t name
It’s a fleeting game it’s a fleeting game

Tell me where do we go when the sky turns grey?
Will we burn through the night or fade away?
Carrying the weight of the words unsaid
Running from the echoes that fill our heads

Fading billboards tell of dreams misplaced
Lost among the towers in the hollowed space
Faces flash like ghosts through revolving doors
We’re chasing what was ours but it’s not ours anymore

The city's breathing it's alive in the haze
We’re just satellites circling the maze
Trading time for something we can’t name
It’s a fleeting game it’s a fleeting game

Tell me where do we go when the sky turns grey?
Will we burn through the night or fade away?
Carrying the weight of the words unsaid
Running from the echoes that fill our heads

Are we the dreamers or are we the dream?
Lost in the in-between
Are we the seekers or are we unseen?
Caught in the in-between

Time slips like water through my open hands
Leaving trails of meaning in the shifting sands
What if all we’re chasing is the here and now?
Can we stop the spiral? Do we even know how?

Tell me where do we go when the sky turns grey?
Will we burn through the night or fade away?
Carrying the weight of the words unsaid
Running from the echoes that fill our heads

Shadows stretch across the concrete plains
Bound by threads and chains still calling our names

CREDITS
Performer: Elena Rivelle
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Falling
Sienna Marlowe

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Sienna Marlowe
Born and bred in the heart of Italy, Sienna Marlowe is a singer whose voice echoes with the rich history and timeless elegance of her homeland. As a child, Sienna would trespass into deserted train stations, her little voice echoing off the crumbling walls and intertwining with the rusted whispers of the forgotten railways. Her imagination would paint these forlorn shrieks of metal and dust into an imagined symphony of applause, encouraging her to believe in a world where silence spoke volumes and the stillness of an abandoned platform could become her music's grandest stage.

Passionate and prodigiously talented, Marlowe saw the world through a unique lens, where dreams danced in every corner. Her breakthrough hit, "I'm Not The One," captures this spirit perfectly, weaving a tale of love and perhaps a dash of Italian dramatic flair into an unforgettable, raw, powerful ballad. This song, much like Marlowe's career, is a testament to her innate ability to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, transforming everyday experiences into melodies that tug on heartstrings and tickle the soul. As a music biographer, you can't help but tip your hat to Sienna, who just might shout "Bravissimo!" at a rust-caked railway track, and you'd better believe it would be the most melodious cheer you've ever heard.

The heart of Sienna Marlowe's story is as simple and as complicated as a rusted railway line - it's about finding beauty in the abandoned, and a voice in the silence. Her journey from that deserted train station in Italy to the glamorous spotlight of international fame is a captivating symphony in itself. Hopping on this train of her musical journey, it's impossible not to sway along to the endearing rhythm of Sienna's life, one that serenades us with the notion that music truly knows no bounds – not even a "Do Not Enter" sign at an old train station.
Track(s)
I’m Not The One 17788 03:02
Falling 21038 03:44

Falling

Sienna Marlowe


Don't know when it'll fall away
Lighting up just to light the way
Another town on an endless road
And if I go

I hope you will forgive me
Mama
I hope you found your peace
In the place of your taming
Baby
I hope you think of me

The lighter click and the bottle top
The colored sky is now charcoal fog
And somehow
I'm still a child
With the wildfire

I hope you will forgive me
Mama
I hope you found your peace
In the place of your taming
Baby
I hope you think of me

Against all odds
Still stand tall
Tripped and fell
I made a call
And I got back up
Though I'm seasick and half-forsaken
Got one good hand for the other breakin'
And at times
Too much
But
Baby
I'm fallin'

In your arms
I could feel my fate
But the swaying never goes away
And now the girl sits on goat hill
She's mine now still

CREDITS
Performer: Sienna Marlowe
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

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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? 210507 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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I’m The Lighter
Elira Vayne

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Elira Vayne
With a name synonymous with the hauntingly beautiful waters of Ohrid, North Macedonia, Elira Vayne is your go-to dance diva with a twist. Part French, part Albanian, and 100% maverick, Vayne gives dance music a refreshing Balkan edge.

Born to the lullaby of a mandolin on Ohrid's shores, Elira was raised with the zest of Albania and the charm of France running through her veins. As if algae-ridden waters and sun-lit picnic spots out of posters whispered into her ears, everyone wondered, "Does Ohrid govern the sounds she creates?" And in a quaint voice, she would almost always blush and say, "Mais oui, and a bit of Marseille jazz too."

By the time teenage took over, the rhythm of the mandolin turned to jazz in the pulsating heart of Marseille. There, in a music sklearnamediciabacked alley bistro turned vocal studio, she trained some more in the gallant art of French jazz vocals. Little did she know that her cultural potpourri would give birth to a new music sensation: the vivacious tones of French Electronica blended with raw Balkan folklore.

Never leaving her roots far behind, each album cover of Elira's embroiders a rich tapestry of Balkan texture. In contrast, her songs hum with the vibe of French electronic dance music, mostly with her biggest hit yet, "I'm The Lighter". You can feel the happy energy as potent as the Ohrid sun, making her music a cocktail of infectious melodies under the umbrella contract of Filodyo. And quite frankly, it's this sun-soaked, high spirited party in the Byzantines' backyard that sets Elira Vayne on a league above your usual dance floor DJs.
Track(s)
I’m The Lighter 73421 02:30

I’m The Lighter

Elira Vayne



Cracked screen no calls today
Left the charger on the train
They said time would wash it out
But my clock’s been playing games

Can’t decode your morse-like moods
Every tone’s a sharp excuse
I lit fires you never saw
Guess it’s time to cut it loose

Let me breathe without your shadow (ah)
Every step I’m climbing higher (yeah)
Didn’t fold didn’t borrow
I’m the spark I’m the lighter
(wooh ay-ay let it burn)

Calendar full of crossed-out plans
Turned the silence into stance
No parade no grand goodbyes
But I danced inside the crash

Used to bend till I dissolved
Now I sculpt from where I broke
This new world don’t need your laws
I evolve and I revoke

Let me breathe without your shadow (mmm)
Every step I’m climbing higher (uh)
Didn’t fold didn’t borrow
I’m the spark I’m the lighter
(yeah-yeah wooh let it burn)

Ooh-ohh ohh
No more codes to crack
I’m off this map

CREDITS
Performer: Elira Vayne
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

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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.
Track(s)
Sunshine In My Pocket 16616 02:46

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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Call Dropped at 3 AM
Eli Varnish

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Eli Varnish
Eli Varnish spent most of his life drawing straight lines for crooked cities. As an architect, he designed libraries, train stations, and far too many gray, forgettable office buildings. He was always more interested in light than concrete — the way it moved through windows, shifted on floors, or disappeared behind closed doors. But deadlines piled up, and inspiration gave way to invoices. When he retired at 62, he didn’t throw a party. He just handed in his keys, took the long way home, and listened to the silence.

That’s when the music came back.
In his youth, Eli had played piano quietly — always in private, never in public. Now, with no blueprints to chase, he returned to the keys. Slowly. Gently. A few friends joined him — a bassist who used to drive a bus, a trombonist who sold insurance, and a drummer who once taught math. They started meeting weekly above an old bookstore. No gigs, no names. Just music.

Eventually, they found their way into a small jazz bar — dim, warm, and half-forgotten. That’s where Eli plays now. No spotlight, no talk. Just a glass of red wine, a crooked hat, and a piano that creaks in all the right places. The audience doesn’t clap much. They just nod, like they recognize something they forgot they knew.

Eli doesn’t miss architecture. “Buildings are meant to last,” he says, “but songs... songs are meant to leave.” And so he plays — not to impress, but to remember. To trace old lines in the air. To build something no one can own, but everyone can feel.

Call Dropped at 3 AM

Eli Varnish


Alright…
Yeah yeah don’t tune it too much
Let it breathe
Okay… one two…

Woke up late with the room still shaking
Ashtray full of things I didn’t say
Mirror asks me for an explanation
I tell it “man not today”

Shoes by the door still smell like last night
Clock keeps lying I let it talk
City hums in a crooked rhythm
Like it learned that walk from me

Hey bass… keep it walking
Yeah like that
Don’t rush it

Every plan I make shows up half dressed
Every promise comes out second best
If I fall behind the beat again
Just leave some space I’ll land it then

This ain’t a straight line it sways and bends
It trips on truth then calls it a friend
If I sound wrong don’t fix it too soon
That’s where the story sneaks through

Yeah this ain’t clean this ain’t controlled
It’s a loose wire looking for a soul
Play it wrong play it loud play it true
That’s all this blues knows how to do

Hold up…
Let the horn say something
Yeah… go on

(long slide in slightly late)

Mmm… listen

Man… that thing’s complaining
Let him talk

I’m almost done… almost

Sorry… not sorry

(rimshot)

There’s a voice in my head clapping off time
Says “You always push you never wait”
I said “If I slow down I might notice
Everything I try to escape”

Barroom light keeps flickering jokes
Like it knows where I’ve been
Every sound wants a turn at the mic
Even the quiet wants in

Yeah… that’s it
Don’t smooth it out
No no

If this night’s a gamble I roll it bent
Lose my balance call it intent
Break the rule then play it twice
Mess it up till it sounds right

This ain’t a straight line it sways and bends
Falls apart then stands again
If my voice cracks just let it through
That’s what it came here to do

Yeah this ain’t neat this ain’t polite
It’s just breath fighting with the night
Play it wrong play it loud play it true
That’s all this blues knows how to do

Alright…
Don’t stop it
Let it ring
Yeah… that’s enough

CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Never Barefoot
The Syrphids

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The Syrphids
The Syrphids’ journey began in the vibrant streets of Birmingham, where their distinct sound emerged from a collision of personal influences and bold experimentation.

Each member brings a unique flavor to the band's overall dynamic—blending raw, emotive vocals with intricate guitar riffs, rhythmic basslines, and atmospheric synth layers. Their music strikes a balance between the unpredictability of alternative rock and the infectious melodies of indie pop, creating an eclectic sound that is both challenging and accessible.

What sets The Syrphids apart is their ability to navigate complex emotional themes, delivering lyrics that resonate deeply while still maintaining an undeniably catchy, crowd-pleasing vibe.

Their live performances are a spectacle of energy and emotion, where their chemistry as a band shines brightest. The Syrphids have a knack for turning intimate venues into electrifying spaces, with each song building on the momentum of the last.

Their setlists are carefully curated to take listeners on a journey—whether it's through soulful ballads that tug at heartstrings or high-octane anthems that ignite the crowd. This ability to command the stage has earned them a growing fanbase, not just in Birmingham but across the UK, with audiences captivated by their authenticity and musical craftsmanship.

As The Syrphids look toward the future, their ambitions are clear: to continue evolving their sound while staying true to the experimental roots that first brought them together. With several EPs already under their belt and plans for a full-length album on the horizon, the band is poised to break through to even broader audiences.

Their commitment to innovation, coupled with their undeniable talent, ensures that The Syrphids will continue to be a force in the indie music scene, challenging conventions and capturing the hearts of listeners around the world.
Track(s)
Never Barefoot 297890 04:14
I Carry Your Love 17441 02:54
Single Kiss 17667 02:57
Runnin' Wild 14856 02:30
Hold The Heart With Rap Version) 23736 04:25
Hold The Heart 21540 03:45

Never Barefoot

The Syrphids


I was barefoot in the silence
dreaming of laces I could never tie
They told me “Leave your shoes behind”
but my feet were burning on holy ground

Back then the glass windows whispered
shops were cathedrals I couldn’t enter
Every sneaker a forbidden scripture
every boot a sermon I couldn’t keep
I walked with shadows on the pavement
carrying blisters instead of crowns

Now every aisle feels like confession
plastic bags my rosaries
boxes stacked like psalms unspoken
I kneel but I never pray

I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the echoes of my hunger follow me
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never felt these cracks in me
So I buy another pair I’ll never wear
just to silence the ghost of that child staring
at the glass at the glass at the glass

Leather tongues speak louder than my own
rubber soles drown out my guilt
Every purchase is a broken hymn
every closet a confessional built
I don’t wear them I collect my scars
like trophies of battles I never fought

The past still laces up my ankles
pulling tight with phantom strings
No barefoot freedom in the morning
just a graveyard made of things

I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the echoes of my hunger follow me
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never felt these cracks in me
So I buy another pair I’ll never wear
just to silence the ghost of that child staring
at the glass at the glass at the glass

Empty shoes like empty prayers
lining up my hallway shrine
I am both thief and worshipper
stealing time wasting time

I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the pavement bleeds the silence roars
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never stood in this hunger before
So I’ll keep on buying keep on binding
never fitting never finding…
and the child in the glass walks with me still

CREDITS
Performer: The Syrphids
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Fire in the Open Air
James Rolly

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James Rolly
Born in 1989 in Dayton, Ohio, James Rolly’s life was anything but straightforward. Growing up in a working-class neighborhood, he found himself drawn to music at an early age, learning his first guitar chords from an older cousin who played in local bars. But his teenage years spiraled into turbulence — run-ins with the law, school expulsions, and a revolving door of juvenile detention centers and rehabilitation programs marked his adolescence.

It was during a six-month stay at a rehab facility in Cleveland that James began writing his own songs, using music as a way to process his frustration and loneliness. The stark, confessional style of those early lyrics became the foundation of his artistic voice. He often says the rehab’s battered common-room piano was “the first place I ever told the truth.”

By his mid-20s, James was performing in small clubs across the Midwest, blending gritty Americana storytelling with modern soul and rock influences. His husky voice, commanding presence, and refusal to glamorize his troubled past earned him a loyal following. The shaved head, beard, and head tattoos became part of his unflinching image — a visual reminder of where he’s been and how far he’s come.

Today, James Rolly’s music reflects both the scars and the survival. From intimate acoustic sets to explosive full-band performances, he channels every ounce of his history into a sound that’s raw, magnetic, and unapologetically real.
Track(s)
Fire in the Open Air 162433 03:05

Fire in the Open Air

James Rolly


I’m walking through the noise and color
Every face feels like a secret sign
My heart’s a drum that won’t keep quiet
Every beat says “Boy this ain’t your time”

But I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in

I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design

There’s laughter rolling out of doorways
Music pouring from a midnight band
I don’t know the song but I’m singing
Clapping to the beat like I understand

And I move I move with the rhythm
Even when the words don’t fit in

I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design

Maybe I’m lost but it feels like winning
Every wrong turn keeps my story spinning
If this is the game then I’m all in
Every note’s a place I’ve never been

I got this fire burning in the open air
Every step says I belong somewhere
Don’t need a map I’ll find my line
Turning every street into my design

And I move…
I move with the rhythm

CREDITS
Performer: James Rolly
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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The Sweetest Tornado
Blake Felton

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Blake Felton
Despite sounding like a comic book alter ego, Blake Felton is anything but fictitious. Sure, the moniker is a cheeky assent to his fervent admiration for Blake Shelton, but our guy Felton wears his alias with a tireless charm that’s just as compelling as his given name, Alex. Drawing inspiration and maybe even a little mischievous wit from his country idol, he weaves an intrinsic thread of twang into his unique sound, establishing an undeniable presence in the rootsy pop-rock arena.

Blake Felton stories often come with a touch of humor, just like his catchy, because-why-not song titles. Take, for example, his hit single "The Sweetest Tornado”. It's as if he baptizes every storm he crosses paths with in the sugariest syrup, then serenades it with an infectious melody until it becomes more pop-chart-whirlwind than natural disaster. But don't let that fool you; beneath his nimble storytelling and pun-laden lyrics, Blake showcases a robust, soulful voice that conveys a depth of emotion beyond the jovial exterior. Immensely captivating, a bit heartbreakingly sweet, and always full of unexpected fun - that's Blake Felton in a nutshell. He certainly isn't Blake Shelton, but in a twist of fate tinged with irony, he just might end up becoming more talked-about than his namesake.
Track(s)
The Sweetest Tornado 20546 03:06

The Sweetest Tornado

Blake Felton


She blows into town on a street bike
With her hair done up in cornrows
Gets off the gas like a hot dam
Wearing all pink head to toe

She steps into the bar like a cannonball
All the folks turn around like an old saw
She orders three shots
Honey on the rocks
And a Manhattan in her straw

She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row

Said a bad word one time in a nightclub
Said "Oops
That's too far"
Always says thank you to the bartender
Always says "Please
" "Oops
That's too far"

She steps into the bar like a cannonball
All the folks turn around like an old saw
She orders three shots
Honey on the rocks
And a Manhattan in her straw

She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row

The summer nights
They call her name
The winter months
They call in vain
When she's there
People can't complain
The streets are flooded from the rain

She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row

CREDITS
Performer: Blake Felton
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Rise Up and Shine
Party Starters

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Party Starters
Get your dancing shoes on and your party hats ready–here comes Party Starters, Canada's dynamite DJ duo primed to kick-start your weekend. Sending electronic pulses through the Maple Leaf country's veins, these two lads have nailed the happy-go-round ride of the dance genre.

The duo, known for their contagious beats, hail from the frosty yet fiery streets of Toronto. Putting the 'art' in 'party', they're no strangers to the late-night club scene, often seen spinning grooves till the break of dawn like caffeine-fuelled squirrels on a workout wheel. And while these gents are the core of the group, they also collaborate with several vocalists, adding that sprinkle of pizzazz on top. One such partnership gifted the world with their touted masterstroke, "Last Chance"—a euphoric anthem that would make even the gloomiest Gus tap his foot.

With "Last Chance," and its soul-stirring female vocals, Party Starters remind us that every party, every moment is a 'last chance' to let loose and celebrate life. And they aren't about to let us forget it. Their music is a shot of happiness delivered straight to your eager eardrums, wrapped in a rhythm too intoxicating to resist. So, next time you're looking for a good time, remember, Party Starters is always ready to hit 'play' on your fun.
Track(s)
Last Chance 104572 03:33
Rise Up and Shine 19948 03:22

Rise Up and Shine

Party Starters



(Shake it now!) Wake up in the morning
Feelin’ strong
Lights out
Shadows gone
It’s where we belong
(oo-yeah!)
We got that fire
No extinguishin' the flame
Every queen here knows she's playin' the game

(Pump it up!) High heels
Bright smiles
We own the night
Chasin' dreams
Side by side in the spotlight
(woo!)
Rhythms in our feet
Let the groove unfold
Hear that guitar strum
Let your story be told

(Rise up!) Hey
Hey
Don't you ever back down
We got the groove
Wearin’ confidence like a crown
Lift your head high
Shine brighter than the sun
Together we stand strong
All as one

(Bounce with me!) Look at you
Mighty bold
Ownin' your style
Every step you take
You're runnin' the mile
(come on!)
Got that funk in your soul
Let it break free
Singin' loud and proud
That's the key

Yeah
Yeah
Don’t stop now
Keep movin’ and groovin’
Feel the power
Baby
There’s no losin’
(woooo!)
Guitar jam in the back
Let it lay the track
Heads up
Shine bright
There's no turnin' back!

(Rise up!) Hey
Hey
Don't you ever back down
We got the groove
Wearin’ confidence like a crown
Lift your head high
Shine brighter than the sun
Together we stand strong
All as one

CREDITS
Performer: Party Starters
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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Gravity
Celeste Rowan

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Celeste Rowan
Celeste Rowan is an emerging voice in the world of alternative pop, blending atmospheric synths with evocative storytelling. With a sound that merges dreamy electronic textures and raw emotion, Celeste crafts songs that feel both intimate and cinematic. Her latest release, "Gravity," explores the inescapable pull of connection—where love, fate, and desire intertwine in a hypnotic dance. Drawing inspiration from modern electronic influences and timeless melodies, she delivers a sound that lingers long after the music fades.
Track(s)
Gravity 17032 02:54

Gravity

Celeste Rowan


Shadows flicker on the midnight screen
A message left where the city leans
Fingertips trace static lines
Falling into coded signs

Signals bending hearts in motion
Lost between the waves devotion
A silent spark a hidden door
Something pulls us back for more

Feel the current pulling closer
Gravity can’t hold us over
Every second a new collision
No escape from this decision

Glitches hum beneath our breath
Distant voices dance with death
Mirrors show what we can’t see
Phantom touch electric dreams

Signals bending hearts in motion
Lost between the waves devotion
A silent spark a hidden door
Something pulls us back for more

Feel the current pulling closer
Gravity can’t hold us over
Every second a new collision
No escape from this decision

No words left just motion
Wired deep in this devotion
If we break we break together
Nothing’s built to last forever

Feel the current pulling closer
Gravity can’t hold us over
Every second a new collision
No escape from this decision

CREDITS
Performer: Celeste Rowan
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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