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My Kitchen Stage
Soleil Vega
Verified Artist
Soleil Vega
Soleil Vega is the kind of artist who can turn a rainy Tuesday into a rooftop party. Born and raised in Brighton, UK, she grew up surrounded by her mother’s old soul records and the pulse of the underground dance scene. Her music lives at the intersection of deep house grooves, pop sparkle, and feel-good R&B touches, driven by radiant vocals and unapologetically joyful lyrics.
Her breakout track “My Kitchen Stage” is a celebration of everyday magic—the kind you find dancing alone at home with a spatula mic in hand. The track blends warm house rhythms with bouncy basslines and a shimmering vocal delivery that makes you want to throw open the windows and turn the volume all the way up. It’s infectious, playful, and deeply personal.
Soleil’s sound is sun-kissed but grounded. She writes about friendship, late-night cravings, heartbreak, and finding your light—in the club, in the kitchen, or in your own reflection. And when she performs, it’s not a show, it’s a shared moment. Always real, always radiant.
My Kitchen Stage
Soleil Vega
Your walls are gonna cry
They know it better than I do
I'm still scared to die
When I'm dancing without you
Maybe it's all in my head
Maybe I'll get out of bed
If you call
And I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And if you call
I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And if you call
I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And if you call
I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And if you call
I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And I know it's only temporary
But it's not in the way
It's not in the way that you want it
So we won't talk about it
We don't talk about it
And I know it's only temporary
But it's not in the way
It's not in the way that you want it
So we won't talk about it
We don't talk about it
Maybe it's all in my head
Maybe I'll get out of bed
If you call
And I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And if you call
I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And if you call
I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And if you call
I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
And if you call
I'll go dancing through my kitchen like it's a stage
CREDITS
Performer: Soleil Vega
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
Verified Artist
Elyra Dawn
Elyra Dawn was born in Rotterdam, raised between ferry horns and late-night radio static. Music wasn’t a choice — it was everywhere. Her mother sang quietly while folding laundry, her older brother blasted trance through paper-thin walls, and Elyra? She listened. Carefully. Absorbing melodies like secondhand sunlight.
She spent her teenage years bouncing between school choirs, bedroom recordings, and weekend trips to Amsterdam’s record stores. The moment she first heard Robyn’s Dancing On My Own on a train platform at dusk, something clicked. It wasn’t just about sadness or joy — it was how you could wear both in the same voice. That duality, the push and pull between euphoria and vulnerability, would become Elyra’s signature.
After performing in local clubs and uploading small demos online, she received an unexpected email from Filodyo’s Hakan E — a message that simply said: “You sound like you’ve lived a little. Let’s talk.” What followed was a slow, careful collaboration: late-night file exchanges, voice memos from backstage, moments captured between flights. Elyra didn’t rush it. She never does.
Today, her voice balances two worlds — the sweaty rush of the dancefloor and the quiet ache of a Sunday morning alone. Her hooks stick, her delivery stings, and her presence on stage feels at once intimate and cinematic. Elyra Dawn isn’t here to be loud. She’s here to be heard.
Still Life in Motion
Elyra Dawn
I kept your echo in a borrowed chord
Faded at the edges like a prayer ignored
You never spoke in “forever” terms—
Only in glances only in turns
We drew lines in passing trains
Paused in motion looped refrains
What we had was quiet gold—
But time like steam refused to hold
So I won't chase the version of us
That never really stayed never fully was
You were a still life mid-collapse
A moving part in silent gaps
And I loved you there—
Where the light never dared
But lingered
Like it knew
We’d vanish fair
You hummed in keys I couldn’t trace
Left fingerprints on open space
A breath a shift a tilted frame
No villain here just untitled blame
Maps don’t cover scenes like this
Where lips forget what touch meant bliss
But if you ask what we became—
A shadow signed with no one’s name
I won't rewrite the note you played
Or tune the silence we conveyed
You were a still life breaking fast
A fleeting truth I couldn’t grasp
And I loved you there—
Not to repair—
But to remember
Without despair
Maybe we were best
in between intentions
Not a love song—
just the tension
Still life
in motion
Still life
Not frozen
CREDITS
Performer: Elyra Dawn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Gone Too Soon (feat...
Trevor Knox
Verified Artist
Trevor Knox
Trevor Knox, the hidden gem of Knoxville, is as much an enigma as he is a melody beast. Like a scrappy pop maestro, he's been serenading songbirds off their branches and sneaking symphonies into supermarket aisles.
Emerging from Knoxville's vibrant music scene like a rhinestone cowboy with a pop music bible, Trevor's zingy hooks and infectious melodies are said to make even the most mundane grocery shopping into an uplifting rom-com montage. An independent artist of many talents, he's in cahoots with the musical magicians of Filodyo - the innovative player that turns mundane shopping trips into musical escapades.
His most noted track, "Gone Too Soon (feat Lyla Grey)" is a tantalizing pop sensation, drenched in sun-kissed harmonies and happy vibes. It can lift the spirits even when you are lost among the maze of canned foods. It's a song Trevor insists was inspired by the sudden end to a two-for-one deal on his favorite crisps.
To hear Trevor Knox's music is to be handed a golden ticket into his quirky, joy-filled world - one where the beat is always thumping, the sun is perpetually shining, and the aisle music never, ever pauses. Be warned though: once you tune in, you might find yourself dancing down the dairy section!
Gone Too Soon (feat Lyla Grey)
Trevor Knox
A faded photograph
Can't take you back
Gone too soon
Gone too soon
A faded photograph (A faded photograph)
Can't take you back (Can't take you-)
Gone too soon (Gone too soon)
Gone too soon
Before I close my eyes
I see a vision of an angel
Guide them into the light
it's either heaven or Jermaine Dupri
This some shit I normally do not understand but it sound good
And do not worry
all that Gucci goin' with me
I swear (Yeah oh)
I know she was destined for greatness (Yeah)
Legend has it you can see her face in the pavement
Gave us s**t we never asked for
I'm thankful but angry
They ask me why I got the AFC in my family
I say "A faded photograph"
A faded photograph (Uh)
Can't take you back (Uh)
Gone too soon (Gone too soon)
Gone too soon
A faded photograph (A faded photograph)
Can't take you back
Gone too soon (Gone too soon)
Gone too soon (Look)
Oh my goodness gracious
I need gas and a Kit Kat (Kit Kat)
All these squares
how could you stare and not get that?
Pen is weapon of the century uh
Take it back to '63 (Ayy)
This is you this is me
A faded photograph
Can't take you back
Gone too soon
Gone too soon
A faded photograph
Can't take you back
Gone too soon (Gone too soon)
Gone too soon (Gone too soon)
CREDITS
Performer: Trevor Knox
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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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
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Fire in the Open Air
James Rolly
Verified Artist
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.
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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Love and Hate
Dylan West
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.
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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A Song Left Unwritten
Mira Jensen
Verified Artist
Mira Jensen
"You've probably never heard of Mira Jensen, but then again, who has?" says Mira Jensen in a witty repartee to obscurity. This indie-goddess, hailing from the ink-blotted margins of the music world, brandishes her raw talent like a broadsword, cutting through the monotony of manufactured pop.
Behind her calming blue eyes and spaghetti disaster of blonde curls spirals the complex mind of a poet, busily spinning threads of everyday life into lyrical gold. Her music is a veritable tonic for the soul, born from the bittersweet marriage of late-night introspections and forgotten childhood memories. And "A Song Left Unwritten", her pièce de résistance, seizes your heart only to turn it into an errant marionette, dancing to its heartrending symphony.
Yet, don't let her philosophical musings fool you. Mira is as unpredictable as a jack-in-the-box, as exemplified by her impromptu concert inside an empty fish tank in the heart of Hackney (that’s right, you heard it here first). Whether she's spinning out profound ballads or making magic in the most peculiar of venues, Mira Jensen's authenticity shines brighter than her neon pink Converse.
In the music industry, where mimicking the familiar often spells success, Mira's candidness is as refreshing as a summer breeze in the Sahara. Though her nom de guerre might not yet line the billboards, something tells us Mira Jensen's footnotes in the annuls of music are just a few jamming sessions away from becoming headline-worthy annotations. Watch this space!
A Song Left Unwritten
Mira Jensen
You caught my eye
On that ten forty-nine
Right when the train doors
Closed me in
And in my mind
Was "Landslide"
The song my mother made
My dad dance with me to
You're
A song left unwritten
And just in case
I thought I'd say
I hope when the time comes
And that the heartache comes
This brings you back to me
At that moment
When you were caught
Bet you never thought you'd see me here
Ever again
With unbrushed hair and notes of the day
The way you stared
My trench coat brown
My eyes
I hope you remember them
I hope you find me somehow
Because
Darling
You're
A chapter left undone
And just in case
I thought I'd say
I hope when the storm hits
And the weeping winds
Take you back to me
At that moment
When you were nerve-struck
When you were awe-struck
CREDITS
Performer: Mira Jensen
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Glass of Love
Harper Quinn
Verified Artist
Harper Quinn
Meet Harper Quinn, the embodiment of a Chinatown fairytale with a beats-filled twist. Born and raised amidst the flurry of noodle houses and dim sum joints in NYC's throbbing heartbeat, Harper is every bit a child of the Big Apple and the city’s ceaseless rhythm pulses through her music.
Harper is the oldest daughter of a Chinese immigrant family, her father a wizard of culinary arts in one of the busiest kitchens in Manhattan. Her music is a distinct fusion of her rich cultural heritage and the neon grit of New York - think Peking duck served with a side of just-spun electro. With catchy tracks like "Summer Romance", she’s setting the dance genre ablaze and, inadvertently, becoming the sovereign of store playlists nationwide, thanks to a serendipitous contract with Filodyo.
Infused with radiating positivity, Harper’s tunes have the power to transform even the dreariest grocery aisles into club-worthy catwalks. Expect a dose of her irreplaceable mirth in every single beat – the Harper Quinn experience is a joyride on a candy-colored dragon, soaring through the summer's neon haze!
Glass of Love
Harper Quinn
I'm feeling selfish
Seeing myself through your wreckage
Chivalry forgetting its relics
It's only confusing
Such dramatic illusion
You've got me making like Cupid
Your eyes are aiming at me
Baby
We're an endangered species
I can't do this to you
I can't bring you down too when I fall down there
I can't bring you down
I can't bring you down too with me when I feel this way
I mean
I don't know what's wrong with me
Like
I just have to do this
I don't know why
I just have to
Lead filled glass of love
It's gotta go
It's gotta go
Go slow
Way down
It's gonna go
On muddy waters
Drip out-ter
Be water
Oh
Blood of my mother's tears
Make seas of love on this ground
Through overwater
Bears doubt and fog
Where do we go?
Get up
Lead filled glass of love
It's gotta go
It's gotta go
Go slow
Way down
It's gonna go
If you are companion
It's R
Not safe where you're standing with me
You are one of the mansions of Mars
In a bar through the stars that I see
If you are companion
It's R
Not safe where you're standing with me
You are one of the mansions of Mars
In a bar through the stars that I see
CREDITS
Performer: Harper Quinn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Faded Picture of Us...
Greta Falk
Verified Artist
Greta Falk
Meet Greta Falk - a woman who writes letters to the world in the form of melody, one coffee cup at a time. Best known for her achingly beautiful duet, "Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip)", Greta's music dares you not to feel.
Once a humble barista, Greta swapped her Americano for Allegros, her caramel macchiato for concertos. Working the espresso machine in a little café back in her hometown, she spent her spare time spinning a web of storytelling, uncovering the lyrical undercurrents in the daily grind of coffee beans. Vienna was just a faded picture on a postcard then, an elusive dream that seemed light years away.
Greta's big break came after an impromptu performance in the café, grabbing the heartstrings of a customer who happened to be a music producer on a caffeine kick. Next thing she knew, she was packing her passport alongside her piano sheet music. Soon after settling in Vienna, Greta would tie the knot with the city and her newfound love. So if you thought romance was only found in a Vienna coffee house with a slice of Sachertorte, allow “Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip)” to change your mind.
In a world where pop music often relies on sugar-coated hooks, Greta Falk’s songwriting serves up a double espresso – unflinching, raw, and undeniably addictive. So here's to Greta, crafting symphonies one coffee bean — I mean note, at a time. This woman not only proves that it's never too latte to follow your dreams but also that behind every successful artist, there’s substantial amount of caffeine. Greta definitely knows her art just as well as her coffee art!
Faded Picture of Us (Nova Grip)
Greta Falk
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Ooh ooh)
Yeah
Oh oh uh-huh
(Whoo)
I thought I was done with you mmh
Then I read the messages (Ooh ooh) I
(Fell out yesterday just to slide for you)
Baby days just go on
I need a time machine for us (Slide for you)
(fallen out yesterday just to slide for you)
Again it's a feeling it won't last
(Ah ah ah ooh)
A faded picture from the past
(Ah ah ah ah)
Girl my heart won't lie
(Ah ah ah ah)
Every time I close my eyes (Yeah)
it's on my mind
Another chapter that's gone
World stops spinning yet life goes on
Girl days just come and go (Ooh ooh)
We can't get back I need a time machine ah
Again (Oh) it's a feeling it won't last (Ooh)
(Fell out yesterday just to slide for you)
A faded picture from the past
Girl my heart won't lie
(Fallen out yesterday just to slide for you)
Every time I close my eyes (Yeah) it's on my mind
Again (Yeah) it's a feeling it won't last
(Fell out yesterday just to slide for you)
A faded picture from the past (I miss you girl)
Girl my heart won't lie (Yeah)
Every time I close my eyes (Yeah) it's on my mind
A long time (Ooh ooh) it's a long time comin'
I've waited in the doorway for you
Till the end of time (Oh) I'll be yours forever
My best friend in another life
Again (Oh) it's a feeling it won't last (Ooh)
A faded picture from the past (Ah)
Girl my heart won't lie (Ah)
Every time I close my eyes (It's been a long time girl)
Again (Oh) it's a feeling it won't last
A faded picture of our past (Ooh)
Girl my heart won't lie
Every time I close my eyes it's on my mind
(It's been a long time)
CREDITS
Performer: Greta Falk
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Memory Lane
Nico Laurent
Verified Artist
Nico Laurent
Hailing from the sprawling city of Chicago, known for its gusty winds and hearty deep-dish pizzas, the one and only Nico Laurent has been making waves in the musical landscape with his undeniable talent and contagious energy. Born to an imaginative mother who weaved narratives that enchanted Nico's world and a meticulous father whose precision for constructing circuit boards was only matched by his love for the blues. You could say Nico was born to rhythm, melody, and a healthy dose of storytelling. He began his magical sonic journey right there, in the sweet-spot between abstraction and engineering, affectionately known as creativity.
That journey led Nico to pen one of his most notable songs, "I'm Not The One," a tune that dances delightfully between heartbreak and hope, two relatable sides for many of his listeners. His songs mirror his life - filled with textures and nuances - which are as electrifyingly real as the Chicago skyline during a lightning storm. Perhaps it's his mother's storytelling gift that makes his lyrics so compelling, or his father's keen sense for balance that keeps his melodies ringing in your ear long after the song ends. Or maybe, just maybe, it's that cheeky grin of his that makes you think he might know a secret or two about life's grand design. Whatever the case, it's hard to resist the magnetic pull of Nico Laurent and his ever-evolving sound.
Equal parts witty word-spinner and evocative tunesmith, Nico proves that the apple doesn't fall far from the metaphoric tree (and by the sound of it, this apple picked up a guitar on its way down). Nico remembers sitting between piles of books and heaps of cables as a kid, writing stories about robot musicians or sketching out designs for flying guitars, and that imaginative spirit still fuels his music today. So, buckle in and hold onto your hat (the wind in Chicago doesn’t mess around, you know), because Nico Laurent is just getting started, and this is one ride you won't want to miss.
Memory Lane
Nico Laurent
This town is no stranger to me
No new pastures
Just better pasture memories
Human nature calling my name
Lights goin' out faster than 747's
Summers are colder now
Air feels dangerous
Small town stranger for now
Russian doll suitcase says one thing
That a lifetime of memories could never bring
They say she don't have much
You need weight to float things
Car's filling up
One thing she entertains
Swimmin' in Godlight
Floating down memory lane
Maps and posters
Letters from interstate
She gathers and disseminates
Board her plane
She watches her past
Nothing's meant to last
Russian doll suitcase says one thing
That a lifetime of memories could never bring
CREDITS
Performer: Nico Laurent
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Split Frequency
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.
Split Frequency
Aris Veyton
There’s a pulse that keeps dividing me
Two rhythms fighting underneath
One side wants order keeps the lines so straight
The other sparks fires wants to detonate
I move through the evening with a crowded mind
Trying to decode what I can’t define
I’m standing at the center
Where signals overlap
Trying not to surrender
To the louder half
Tune me to a steady wave
Pull me where the noise behaves
I’m drifting through a world I crave
But breaking when the signals change
Tune me to a steady wave
Balance all the parts I save
I’m fading into what I brave
When both of me collide again
Thoughts turn metallic when the pressure grows
Patterns fall apart then they recompose
I’m chasing a structure that I can’t commit
Every time I form it something ruins it
I’m standing at the center
Where signals overlap
Trying not to surrender
To the louder half
Tune me to a steady wave
Pull me where the noise behaves
I’m drifting through a world I crave
But breaking when the signals change
Tune me to a steady wave
Balance all the parts I save
I’m fading into what I brave
When both of me collide again
If there’s a place between the sides
I’ll walk the thin divide
Waiting for the moment
Both frequencies align
CREDITS
Performer: Aris Veyton
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
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