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Night Drive
Isla Whitmore
Verified Artist
Isla Whitmore
Isla Whitmore, a soulful blues singer hailing from Birmingham, captivates audiences with her rich, earthy vocals and deep, evocative lyrics. Add a string of unforgettable melodies, and you've got an artist worth watching.
Whitmore's journey to the blues is a story that sounds like it was written by a grizzled novelist in a smoky, dimly lit bar. Born to a family of modest means, she discovered her love for music while sifting through a box of dusty old vinyl records at a local charity shop. Something about the raw emotion encapsulated in the crackly grooves of those blues albums resonated with her, and an artist was born. Is it any wonder one of her notable songs is titled "Night Drive"? We can almost picture her cruising through moonlit streets, each note trailed by the echo of a lonesome trumpet.
Her talent quickly became the talk of Birmingham, with intimate shows in local venues growing into must-see events. Lingering at the sidelines, one would feel the collective intake of breath as Isla hit those heartfelt high notes, each one a testament to her skill and soul. She wasn't just singing the blues – she was living them, breathing them, and that authenticity magnified the allure of her performances.
Today, Isla Whitmore remains a fiercely independent artist, passionately sharing her love for the blues with all who will listen. Though she now commands larger stages and a growing fan base, her commitment to her art remains as genuine and grounded as the day she discovered an old Muddy Waters record. From Birmingham to beyond, Isla's unique interpretation of the blues continues to resonate, proving that classic genres can find new life in the right hands. And in Isla's hands, the blues feel right at home.
Night Drive
Isla Whitmore
It's your turn now (Ooh-ooh)
Picking you up
Don't know where we're going
Five and a flashback
Night drive calling
Floating on a feeling still caught in the air
Making me believe everything is meant to be
In a pink Cadillac like a ballerina
Country gold on the radio
Passenger seat
California bound
Play one more show
Rollin' in the tide
Maybe with the tide
It was
Electric
Every moment is divine
I'm over the moon
I'm running on high
I'm feeling like I could go all night
Electric
Had to be right person
Right
The Tri-State's got me running on high
I'm feeling like I could go all night
Electric
Twist of fate
Whatever you wanna call it
I have to come back to you
You know I caught it
It's written on your mind 'cause I called it on my first try
You're so beautiful
You'd think that I remember
It was
Electric
Every moment is divine
I'm over the moon
I'm running on high
I'm feeling like I could go all night
Electric
Had to be right person
Right
The Tri-State's got me running on high
I'm feeling like I could go all night
CREDITS
Performer: Isla Whitmore
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Unholy Race
Logan Vance
Verified Artist
Logan Vance
Meet Logan Vance: the rock and roll laureate of our generation and an audaciously independent artist from, where else, but the sin city itself, Las Vegas. This guitar slinging, wordsmithing, intergalactic hero seems to have been born solely to make his own harmonic storms in the very desert that taught him the rock and roll parlance.
His tunes are like his town - rife with stories about right turns in the wrong places, the neon gleam of casino nights, and the recurrent theme of chasing after reckless dreams. Our heady hero doesn’t just play music, he lives it, injecting every chord with a potent mix of knowledge, regret, passion, and a punchy dash of Vegas glitter.
All of which has found a strangely harmonious home on his signature track, "Unholy Race," a raging electrified commentary on social struggle depicting life as a grand, if unholy, race! This isn’t just music, it’s a heart on a sleeve diary from a guy who got hip to life in the neon haze of a Vegas sunrise.
But don't be fooled by his 'city of sins' background — on stage and in the studio, it’s all about the music for Vance. He might climb the heights of hedonism, but he always does it with a guitar in his hand, eyes on the sky, and feet firmly rooted in the arid, undying love for his music. Enter the Vance-Verse: equal parts witty, gritty, and every bit as glitzy as a Vegas-strip marquee.
Unholy Race
Logan Vance
I don't know what you want if you just complain a lot
Maybe all you want is all they got
They stealin' my voice like it's crack rocks
They try to slow me down just like I'm taking adderall
You ain't the one who took me to the top
Boom on the Zoom
Bop-bop-bop-bop
They out for my heart
Boy
Ha
Crop
Treat me like Patty Kane on a short shot
Pokemon
Pokemon
Pokemon
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Young victors
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Live it out in the middle of the world
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
Live it out in the middle of the world
Gotta lay a lot
Gotta slay a lot
I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Slowly
Slowly
They out for my heart
Boy
Ha
Crop
I'm runnin' a race that's unholy
They dump everything that they told me
Young winners
We might die slowly
Good thing we takin' it slowly
Slowly
Slowly
CREDITS
Performer: Logan Vance
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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HOT TRACK
Just Like That
Checkmate
Verified Artist
Checkmate
Checkmate formed in London out of restlessness rather than intention. Different neighborhoods, different backgrounds, same impulse: to move, to react, to play music that refuses to stand still. Ska was never a costume for them, it was a language. Fast rhythms, sharp turns, humor used as defiance. They grew up surrounded by noise, contradictions, and crowded streets, and their sound reflects that constant motion.
Their music is playful but not careless, political without slogans, chaotic but precise. Each member brings a different energy, and none of them try to smooth those edges out.
Checkmate thrives on contrast: bright melodies against nervous tension, joy next to disruption. What comes out is loud, physical, and alive. Their releases are heard only on Filodyo and NOT FM, where movement matters more than polish and nothing is forced to sit quietly in the background.
Just Like That
Checkmate
Bus is late but the sun is out
Someone’s laughing way too loud
Corner shop knows my face
Same old song same old place
Shoelace broke still on time
Found a coin lost my mind
Nothing special nothing deep
But today’s been good to me
Radio plays that beat again
Head goes left feet say “amen”
I wasn’t looking for a sign
But the street feels right in time
Life’s doing fine yeah look around
Sticky tables familiar sounds
Not a movie not a plan
Just a good day where I stand
Life’s doing fine no big parade
Just walking slow no rush today
If this is all I’m cool with that
Yeah I like it just like that
Coffee spills laugh it off
Wrong turn but I don’t stop
Shoes too tight shirt’s too thin
Still smiling when I walk in
Someone hums the tune I know
Traffic moves then says hello
Nothing changed still feels new
Guess the trick is how you view
No winning streak no finish line
Just wasting time and feeling fine
If this moment’s all I get
I’m not mad at it yet
Life’s doing fine yeah look around
Bent street signs old beat-up towns
Not a headline not a scam
Just a good day where I stand
Life’s doing fine no big parade
Late night talks cheap lemonade
If this is all I’m cool with that
Yeah I like it just like that
Maybe tomorrow’s loud and rough
But today’s already enough
No promises no advice
Just breathing in a decent life
Life’s doing fine hear that horn
Someone dancing someone bored
Not a dream not a trap
Just a moment and I’ll clap
Life’s doing fine I’ll say it twice
Not perfect but it’s nice
If this is all I’m cool with that
Yeah I love it just like that
Just like that
Yeah just like that
CREDITS
Performer: Checkmate
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Pages in the Groove
Ted Craft
Verified Artist
Ted Craft
Born in 1992 in Austin, Texas, Ted Craft grew up surrounded by a melting pot of musical influences — from the blues and country his father played on vinyl to the funk and disco his mother kept on repeat in the kitchen. By the age of 10, he was playing guitar and piano, and by 14 he was already performing at local open-mic nights. His natural stage charisma and ear for infectious melodies quickly set him apart from his peers.
After high school, Ted earned a scholarship to the prestigious Berklee College of Music in Boston, where he majored in Contemporary Writing and Production. During his time there, he immersed himself in pop and funk theory, honing his skills in arrangement, songwriting, and live performance. Berklee also gave him the opportunity to collaborate with musicians from all over the world, helping shape the eclectic yet polished sound he’s known for today.
Post-graduation, Ted moved to Los Angeles and began crafting his signature blend of sleek pop hooks, groovy basslines, and bright funk guitar riffs. His debut EP quickly caught the attention of both critics and streaming audiences, with its feel-good energy and polished musicianship.
On stage, Ted Craft is a showman through and through — dynamic, playful, and completely in command of his audience. Whether fronting a full band or delivering an intimate acoustic set, he brings the same infectious energy and precision that has made him one of the most exciting new names in the pop-funk scene.
Pages in the Groove
Ted Craft
I’ve walked into rooms where no one knew my name
Just a stranger with a pocket full of games
Every beat another chapter I could tell
Every move another spell I had to sell
Lights spin I’m reading the crowd
Hear my story as the bass gets loud
Oh-oh I’m not here to hide
I’m just letting my pages slide
These are the pages in the groove I’ve made
Pages in the groove yeah they never fade
Every step every night it’s a story played
Oh-oh that’s the life I’ve laid
There’s a bar in Berlin a floor in Madrid
Faces change but the rhythm never did
Bought a round for the table told a joke or two
They don’t know the truth but I gave them the view
Lights spin I’m reading the crowd
Hear my story as the bass gets loud
Oh-oh I’m not here to hide
I’m just letting my pages slide
These are the pages in the groove I’ve made
Pages in the groove yeah they never fade
Every step every night it’s a story played
Oh-oh that’s the life I’ve laid
If you read between the beats you’ll know my name
Every chorus is a frame in a bigger game
We all write on the floor tonight
And I’m just signing mine in the neon light [vocal run ad-lib]
These are the pages in the groove I’ve made
Pages in the groove yeah they never fade
Every step every night it’s a story played
Oh-oh that’s the life I’ve laid
Pages in the groove…
…and the night goes on
CREDITS
Performer: Ted Craft
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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I’m Not The One
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.
I’m Not The One
Nico Laurent
Told me I’d regret it — guess I forgot
Living like a risk you never got
I’ve been spinning hours into peace
While you watch from your retreat
You sip on rules I drink the rain
You dress your truth in borrowed shame
I’m not the one who’s stuck in place
You paint your fear across my face
But I don’t flinch I don’t explain
I dance through thunder sing through pain
You call it chaos — I call it mine
You hold your breath and wait for grace
I jump first I don't brace
Maps never knew my way
Still I find more than you say
You sip on rules I drink the rain
You dress your truth in borrowed shame
I’m not the one who’s stuck in place
You paint your fear across my face
But I don’t flinch I don’t explain
I dance through thunder sing through pain
You call it chaos — I call it mine
Maybe I’m too much for your quiet
But I’m a riot you won’t forget
Keep your calm and curated days
I’ll be gone in brighter ways
CREDITS
Performer: Nico Laurent
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Plastic Skies & Pap...
Romi Sage
Verified Artist
Romi Sage
Romi Sage doesn't chase the spotlight — he teases it. With a smirk behind every lyric and a groove under every syllable, Romi walks the fine line between smooth and subversive. Born in Lisbon and raised between record shops and rooftop parties, he grew up idolizing the effortless cool of Prince, the rhythmic swagger of George Michael, and the punchy charm of early 2000s pop.
His voice slides — not in haste, but in style. It dances over slap basslines and syncopated guitar licks like it’s dodging commitment. Romi doesn’t just sing about love; he dissects it with irony, flirts with it, then leaves it on read. His stage presence is magnetic — not because he demands attention, but because he never asks for it.
Beneath the glam and glitter, though, there’s always a crack. That’s where Romi shines the most — in the clever melancholy, the playful ache, the smile that knows better. His performances are less about perfection, more about pulse.
Plastic Skies & Paper Towns isn’t a love song. It’s a stylish spiral — romantic delusion in disco heels. It's funk with a wink. And with Romi Sage at the mic, it’s impossible to ignore.
Plastic Skies & Paper Towns
Romi Sage
Got a signal in my toaster
Dreams leaking from my shoes
City spins like a record
But I ain’t dancing to their news
Billboards flashing answers
To the questions I ain't asked
Everyone’s got mirrors
But no one sees past the mask
They sell the future in a box
With plastic trees and ticking clocks
But I want rhythm I want roots
Not just apps in leather boots
Under plastic skies in paper towns
We keep movin’ up but we’re fallin’ down
(Oh no no)
Truth’s on mute and the beat's too loud
Still I groove through this synthetic crowd
Yeah I'm slidin’ through your static minds
Moonwalkin' past the warning signs
(Whoa-oh)
If the world’s a trip—don’t need to land
I’ll funk my way won’t play your brand
I met a monk in a mirror maze
He said “Peace comes with purple haze”
I traded coins for inner sight
But they charged me tax on neon light
Don’t feed me fear in chrome disguise
Don’t sell me dreams with barcode eyes
I ain’t your data I ain’t your plan
I’m a barefoot soul in a traffic jam
Under plastic skies in paper towns
We keep movin’ fast just to circle 'round
(Hey hey!)
Truth’s gone rogue and the beat’s profound
Still I glide through your algorithm crown
Yeah I’m rollin’ in my analog mind
Flippin’ signals they left behind
(Whoa-oh)
If the world’s a glitch I’ll funk the code
Got cosmic shoes and no fixed road
CREDITS
Performer: Romi Sage
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Never Barefoot
The Syrphids
Verified Artist
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.
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
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Waves Don’t Ask Why
Wires and Petals
Verified Artist
Wires and Petals
Formed in the late 2010s, Wires and Petals is a producer duo that blends intricate electronic sound design with emotional songwriting. Hailing from Lyon, France, the two longtime friends—Julien Moreau and Armand Lefèvre—first bonded over a shared obsession with underground house records and modular synthesizers.
Their name, Wires and Petals, reflects the duality in their music: wires for the technical, machine-driven side of production, and petals for the organic, poetic sensitivity they bring into their melodies and lyrics. The result is progressive house that feels both intimate and expansive—ideal for quiet headphone journeys or sunrise festival moments.
Known for their reflective male vocals processed into lush vocal chops, their tracks slowly evolve through layered arpeggios, textured pads, and deep, hypnotic grooves. They’ve been described as “emotional architects of the dancefloor,” carefully crafting transitions that build tension and release with elegance.
Beyond the studio, Julien and Armand are known for their warm personalities and playful approach to collaboration. Whether they’re joking around in the studio or testing new tracks in front of small club crowds, Wires and Petals carry an authenticity that sets them apart from many of their contemporaries. With each release, they aim to push the boundaries of progressive house while staying true to their philosophy: music that moves both the body and the heart.
Waves Don’t Ask Why
Wires and Petals
I walked too far to start again
But too close to turn away
The sky didn't open —
But I moved anyway
Heartbeat aligned with the sound
Footsteps lost never found
I don’t speak to the wind anymore
It never stayed to listen
But you —
You stayed quiet…
And I heard everything
Time doesn’t fold like a map
We stretch with every turn
The world spins without asking
But we — we learn
And if the tide forgets my name
Let it
I only needed the pull
CREDITS
Performer: Wires and Petals
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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Runaway Light
Ian Merrow
Verified Artist
Ian Merrow
Ian Merrow is an alternative singer-songwriter from the misty shores of Brighton, UK, whose music lives quietly but powerfully—exclusively on Filodyo. Blending melancholic guitar textures with intimate, confessional lyrics, Ian crafts songs that feel like late-night thoughts you were never meant to say out loud. His sound walks the line between indie rock and cinematic pop, echoing the raw sensitivity of artists like Jeff Buckley and the atmospheric pull of early Radiohead.
Rather than chasing the mainstream, Ian chose to remain deliberately off-grid. He records in his small seaside flat, using second-hand gear and a notebook full of scribbled lines. For him, imperfection is part of the truth. His debut track "Runaway Light" introduced listeners to a world of quiet emotional urgency, where love, regret, and longing flicker like headlights in the fog.
Ian’s connection to Filodyo wasn’t just a distribution decision—it was an artistic choice. “It’s the only platform that lets me stay invisible and be heard at the same time,” he says. No social media, no interviews, no labels. Just music. And for those who find him, it's like stumbling upon a secret worth keeping.
With each release, Ian continues to prove that volume isn’t necessary to make an impact. His songs don’t shout — they haunt.
Runaway Light
Ian Merrow
You showed up in my life like a summer flame
Lit up the dark but never played the game
We danced through the chaos no plan no map
Just two wild hearts in a midnight trap
You said “Don’t blink the moment might go”
And I felt the sky start to glow
We were runnin’ on runaway light
Faster than the doubts that kept us up at night
Hands out the window dreams in our eyes
Didn’t know where but we knew how to fly
We were burnin’ burnin’ too bright—
On runaway light
Old mixtapes and crooked smiles
We drove in silence for a hundred miles
Your hair in the wind sun on your face
Even the hurt felt like grace
You said “Hold on don’t let it fade”
And I swear the world was remade
We were runnin’ on runaway light
Faster than the doubts that kept us up at night
Hands out the window dreams in our eyes
Didn’t know where but we knew how to fly
We were burnin’ burnin’ too bright—
On runaway light
Now the road is quiet the flame burns low
But I still feel it when the records slow
You’re a spark that never died
Still running in my mind
We were runnin’ on runaway light
Took that leap didn’t care if it was right
Hearts on fire truth in disguise
Felt so alive we didn’t even try
We were burnin’ burnin’ too bright—
On runaway light
CREDITS
Performer: Ian Merrow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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My Fault
Adrian Lux
Verified Artist
Adrian Lux
Shrouded in Scandi-cool and dripping with chillout vibes, Adrian Lux manages to piece together melodies that dance in your ears long after the beat has faded. Born amidst the snow and indie-pop of Stockholm beginnings, Lux has rapidly become an independent powerhouse of relaxation music.
From his shed-turned-studio (known affectionately as the 'Chillout Cabin'), Lux consistently trills and thrills with his own vibrant blend of soothing, yet complex beats. You’d think this musical maestro might be too chilled to churn out hits, but his track "My Fault" has become an essential soundtrack for any self-respecting connoisseur of the chillout genre, providing the perfect background hum for 3 AM existential thoughts or lazy Sunday brunches.
A master of evoking the "chill" mood, Lux draws inspiration from the calm of the Swedish winters, the wild freedom of the Nordic wilderness, and the peculiar scent of an IKEA cinnamon bun. He weaves these influences into a soundscape that freezes time, melting away the rough edges of reality and leaving listeners lost in a world of rhythmic tranquility.
Adrian Lux, with his brand of laid-back beats, is making one thing clear - sometimes, sitting back, listening to some sounds, and simply existing is all the luxury you really need. If you're yet to hop on board the Lux train, it's about time you checked in for a dose of his Scandi serenity.
My Fault
Adrian Lux
I don't know why I want you to come over
I don't know why I want to make amends
I don't know why I want you to say sorry
I don't know why I wanna be your friend
But I don't
It's just the hope that still gets me
And that's my fault
Because I know you're never guilty
But I still want
For you to try to love me
But I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why I want you to come back now
I don't know why I think you'd ever change
I don't know why I think that you could love me
I don't know why you ever could explain
But I want
To know why you did it
And that's my fault
Because I know you never meant it
But I still want
For you to try to love me
But I don't know why
I don't know why
But I still want you
To see the good in me
But I know you don't care
What I'm thinking
And I know you never will
But I don't
It's just the hope that still gets me
And that's my fault
Because I know you're never guilty
But I still want
For you to try to love me
But I don't know why
I don't know why
CREDITS
Performer: Adrian Lux
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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