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Gentle Whisper
Theo Kingsley

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Theo Kingsley
**Theo Kingsley** is a spirited, independent artist hailing from the colorfully eclectic streets of Manhattan. Known for his vibrant soundscapes and captivating lyrical prowess, Kingsley stands as a fresh beacon of musical innovation in the often repetitive sound waves of the modern music industry.

Kingsley's journey into the pulsating heart of music began at a tender age when he traded the traditional toys of childhood for a small, hand-me-down guitar. His fingers found their voice on that six-string stage, and soon, Kingsley, much like his favorite pair of black, worn-out jeans, fit comfortably and inextricably into the music world. His knack for crafting heart-stirring melodies and witty bars eventually culminated in his most well-recognized piece yet, "Gentle Whisper", a deeply evocative track that tackles complexity concealed in simplicity.

Over the years, Kingsley continually defies the boundaries of genre by fusing alternative rock, pop, and velvety hints of blues into his sonic concoctions. His music, much like the delicious bagel at a corner bodega, offers something for every taste. A regular performer at local Manhattan venues, Kingsley utilizes the intimate settings as a canvas to refine his musical flair and keep his connection with his audience personal. He may not be a superstar (yet), but to underestimate Theo Kingsley would be like dismissing a New York slice - a regrettably big mistake.
Track(s)
Gentle Whisper 1091 03:12
When You Hold Me 1063 03:02

Gentle Whisper

Theo Kingsley


Bone cold gunshots and rain
Forecast brought me the pain
It won't bleed again

Alone (As we walk through)
The rain (It's forecast)
Whisper (I heard and called)
Your name (Until you came)
These moments (The moments that)
Keep playing (In my mind)
In my brain (Calendar 'til the day)
And as I fade

It'll never be the same again
I never felt this way
I never will again
It was love until it ends
As we cling to faith
(As we fade)

Bone cold gunshots and rain
Forecast brought me the pain
It won't bleed again

How do you hold on
To something that's already gone?
I won't leave you
But I can't stay here for long
A gentle whisper
A gentle touch
A gentle ache inside
At night

It'll never be the same again
I never felt this way
I never will again
It was love until it ends
As we cling to faith
(As we fade)
How many times can a heart be broke
And still fall in love again?
How long can a man hold on?
I'll hold on as long as I can

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Truth Shouts Back
Arem Khenn

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Arem Khenn
Arem Khenn is a minimalist, introspective rap artist whose music exists between control and fracture, moving from slow, restrained beginnings into tightly wound, high-pressure rhyme structures. His work focuses on self-interrogation, memory, and the uneasy line between truth and deception, treating the past as evidence rather than confession.

Rather than offering release, Arem Khenn builds tension, using silence, repetition, and call-and-response moments where the inner voice answers back in single-word shouts. His delivery favors precision over excess, allowing emotional weight to surface without spectacle.

Arem Khenn’s songs are available exclusively on Filodyo, where his catalog remains intentionally contained, resisting overexposure and maintaining a controlled, immersive listening environment. Visually and sonically, he inhabits enclosed, dimly lit spaces, emphasizing honesty, restraint, and unresolved conflict over comfort or resolution.
Track(s)
Truth Shouts Back 345 04:03

Truth Shouts Back

Arem Khenn


Lights off room breathes heavy thoughts get loud
Mirror talks back but it never tells me how
I built walls just to feel safe inside
Funny how the safest place is where the truth goes to hide

Heart ticking like a bomb with a pause
I’m calm on the surface chaos under the laws
I ask myself questions I don’t wanna hear
If I’m honest with me will I disappear?

I grew up learning silence was strength
Learned to smile wide hide the cracks in the length
Every promise felt borrowed every win felt fake
If I fail on purpose at least it’s my mistake

I carry names they don’t know how to spell
Carry blame like a badge wear it well
I don’t trust my thoughts when they sound too kind
Cause comfort’s just a trap with a pleasant design

Truth feels sharp lies feel warm
I confuse being numb with being calm
Every memory fights to be the boss
Was it discipline building me or fear at a cost?

If I peel back layers what’s left of me?
A man or a mask with good memory?
I hear my past knock I don’t answer calls
But it’s yelling my name through the drywall walls

Tell me what’s real tell me what’s wrong
I been holding my breath way too long
Every lie feels right till the truth comes through
I don’t know who I am but I know it’s not you

Inside my head there’s a war I chose
Between what I show and what nobody knows
When the dark speaks up I answer too

Shout: Truth!
Shout: Fear!
Shout: Me!

I move quick now thoughts double-time
Mind runs laps like it’s training for crime
I edit my feelings like tracks in a mix
Cut the pain low but it still exists

They say heal yourself yeah easy to say
When the damage taught you how to get paid
I monetize pressure I profit from doubt
Turn panic to patterns then scream it out loud

I don’t chase peace I interrogate calm
Ask why it leaves when I’m holding the psalm
I know every trick that my ego plays
Calls survival a crown calls running a phase

I don’t want comfort I want it clear
If I’m broken say it don’t sugar my fear
I been friends with the worst part of me
Now I’m asking if it’s time to leave

If I stop fighting who am I then?
If I stop hurting do I lose my pen?
I don’t trust silence it feels like a test
Like peace is a lie I don’t deserve yet

Tell me what’s real tell me what stays
When the lights go out and the crowd fades
Every voice in my head wants a say
But only one of them tells it straight

I built my name from scars and doubt
From locked doors I had to break out
When the dark speaks up I answer too

Shout: Truth!
Shout: Pain!
Shout: Now!

If I face myself and don’t look away
Maybe fear won’t have the final say
I don’t need saving I need to see
What’s left when the noise stops haunting me

Shout (whispered): Me

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Lost Inside
Jenny Star

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Jenny Star
Jenny Star is a British pop-dance artist known for her electrifying performances, powerhouse vocals, and emotionally charged songwriting. Blending syncopated rhythms with deep lyrical storytelling, she has carved out a unique space in the music industry, delivering high-energy tracks that pulse with raw intensity.

Born in London, Jenny grew up surrounded by a fusion of underground breakbeat and mainstream pop influences. From an early age, she displayed a fierce passion for music, writing her first songs as a teenager and experimenting with vocal phrasing that would later become her signature. Her breakthrough came when she independently released a viral track on social media, catching the attention of producers drawn to her hard-hitting vocal delivery and undeniable stage presence.

Her latest single, "Lost Inside" is a high-octane anthem that perfectly encapsulates her sound—driving breakbeat percussion, emotionally gripping verses, and a chorus that hits with syncopated fire. The song explores themes of identity, escape, and the struggle to find clarity in a chaotic world, resonating deeply with fans who connect with its hypnotic energy and heartfelt lyricism.

With a growing fanbase and a reputation for mesmerizing live performances, Jenny Star is not just another pop act—she’s a force redefining the boundaries of emotional dance music. Her music is a sonic rollercoaster, filled with tension, release, and a fearless authenticity that sets her apart in the modern music scene.

Jenny Star is more than just a rising star—she’s a movement, and the world is ready to listen.
Track(s)
Lost Inside 733 03:27

Lost Inside

Jenny Star


Moonlight spills on empty streets
Traffic hums my heart repeats
Fingers trace the window’s chill
City moves but I stay still

Patterns shift and shadows play
Lost between the night and day
I hear your voice but not your name
Every step ignites the flame

Lost inside a fever dream (oh oh)
Colors crash they twist and gleam (yeah yeah)
Reaching out but space collides (oh no)
Gravity can’t break the tide (woah woah)

Curtains move the air is tight
Silent calls through wired light
Footsteps fade but walls still breathe
Memories caught they never leave

Patterns shift and shadows play
Lost between the night and day
I hear your voice but not your name
Every step ignites the flame

Lost inside a fever dream (oh oh)
Colors crash they twist and gleam (yeah yeah)
Reaching out but space collides (oh no)
Gravity can’t break the tide (woah woah)

Somewhere deep inside the glow
We exist but never know
Falling forward drifting wide
Caught between the turning tide

Soft rewind the moment breaks (mmm mmm)
Echoes left in silent wakes (ohh yeah)
Fingers trace where time once stayed
Vanished now but never fades

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Wired
The Heartbeaters

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The Heartbeaters
Meet the Heartbeaters, an endearingly nonchalant pair treading the pop-smeared pavements of our music scene. They add a sparkling new spin on that familiar pop fizz you just can't help but sip on.

Hailing from Humorsville, USA, the Heartbeaters are two blokes who serve pop tunes home-cooked with southern charm and laden with joy-generating particles. Their infectious melodies, cheekily described as "heart-pop", will likely enter your circulatory system and induce spontaneous toe-tapping, head-bopping, or whatever physical exercise tickles your fancy. Here's a personal favorite - try saying no to a track titled "Wired" without grinning like a Cheshire cat in a yarn warehouse. See? Impossible.

These chaps have a talent for injecting delight into your audio diet. They've got this 'happy virus' so potent that it makes the Grinch seem like your average party bouncer. The Heartbeaters, remember the name. They're the talented two-piece likely to prescribe you a daily dosage of dulcet euphoria and leave you craving for refills. Trust us, their sound is habit-forming.

Wittier than your average stand-up comedian, with tracks more contagious than your common cold, The Heartbeaters are two lads weaving infectious tunes thereby proving that not all heroes wear capes - some might just sport heart-shaped sunglasses and bass guitars.
Track(s)
Wired 687 03:18

Wired

The Heartbeaters


City’s alive but it’s running on fumes
Dreams stitched together in rented rooms
Eyes on the prize but the cost is steep
Promises made that we’ll never keep

Hours turn to minutes they slip through our hands
We’re building a kingdom on shifting sands
Caught in the rhythm can’t break away
Tomorrow’s a stranger but we’re here today

We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past

Neon signs hum like a warning bell
Each broken dream another tale to tell
Feet keep moving though the road’s worn thin
Lost in a race we were born to win

Hours turn to minutes they slip through our hands
We’re building a kingdom on shifting sands
Caught in the rhythm can’t break away
Tomorrow’s a stranger but we’re here today

We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past

And maybe one day we’ll find the line
Where chaos turns into the divine
But for now we’re the sparks that fly
Burning too fast to question why

We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past

Fading echoes in the city’s hum
Chasing the pulse of what we’ll become

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Linearity
The Last Exit Left

Linearity

The Last Exit Left



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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Liberate
Sofia Lindqvist

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Sofia Lindqvist
Sofia Lindqvist is a unique musical tour de force born to an engineer father in Slovakia. Raised in the heart of Bratislava, she embodies an enviable fusion of technical brilliance and ebullient creativity.

Growing up, Sofia was the kind of kid who hummed symphonies while dismantling radios—much to her father's chagrin, and her mother's delight. From a young age, she fell under the spell of electronic music, a passion fuelled by her father's meticulous engineering and the city's vibrant music scene. Early whispers say that Sofia was so entranced by the metropolis' sounds she would insist to recreate the rhythm of the city traffic during her piano lessons.

However, it wouldn't be until her tenure as a kindergarten teacher that Sofia really began melding the worlds of sound and circuitry. After realizing that her classroom renditions of 'Old MacDonald' paled in comparison to a foot-stomping techno beat, Sofia decided to combine her love of electronics with her obsession for music. Her electrifying rhythms and harmonic melodies soon saw her swapping out nursery rhymes for nightclubs, becoming the city's beloved "Techno Teacher."

Sofia's song "Liberate", a hypnotic blend of thumping base and riveting electronic sounds, has become the most treasured track in her musical repertoire. It tells a captivating story of liberation, evoking the freedom Sofia found when she ditched the training wheels of traditional music and glided into the world of electronica. Whether she's blasting tunes at Bratislava's liveliest venues or tinkering with a sequencer in the back of her classroom, Sofia Lindqvist continues her symphony of life, one pulsating techno beat at a time.
Track(s)
Liberate 773 02:36
Call My Name 448 02:33

Liberate

Sofia Lindqvist


Feel the ground as it trembles underfoot
Steps are getting faster now I know I never should
See the tide as it pulls me out to sea
Waves are getting higher but it’s where I wanna be
Liberate

Feel the ground as it trembles underfoot
Steps are getting faster now I know I never should
See the tide as it pulls me out to sea
Waves are getting higher but it’s where I wanna be
Liberate

Liberate
Liberate
Liberate
Liberate

Once you leap there's no turning back
Once you leap there's no turning back
Once you leap there's no turning back
Once you leap there's no turning back
Once you leap there's no turning back
Take the dive
Once you leap there's no turning back
Take the dive

Feel the ground as it trembles underfoot
Steps are getting faster now I know I never should
See the tide as it pulls me out to sea
Waves are getting higher but it’s where I wanna be
Liberate

Liberate
Liberate

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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The Fridge Is Takin...
Funny Harry

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Funny Harry
Hailing from the vibrant streets of Copenhagen, Funny Harry has carved out a distinctive niche in the alternative pop scene, effortlessly blending whimsical narratives with thought-provoking themes. With a catalog that includes tracks like "The Fridge Is Taking Her Side," Harry's music embodies an eclectic mix of calmness and playful mystery. The lyrics often dance around the mundane, transforming everyday objects and interactions into poignant reflections on loneliness and connection. This creative alchemy was born in the city's cozy cafes, where Harry first collaborated with friends from art school, merging their diverse influences to create a sound that feels both fresh and deeply familiar.

As Harry continues to evolve, each track reveals layers of emotional resonance and sonic experimentation. The interplay of light and shadow is masterfully executed, inviting listeners into a world where the ordinary becomes extraordinary. With an approach characterized by introspective storytelling and innovative arrangements, Funny Harry captures fleeting moments of life through a kaleidoscope of calm melodies and vibrant rhythms. Whether exploring themes of melancholy or stitching together playful anecdotes, the artist leaves an indelible mark on the listener, inviting them to embrace the mystery hidden within everyday experiences.
Track(s)
The Fridge Is Taking Her Side 395 02:52

The Fridge Is Taking Her Side

Funny Harry


At 2:17 the refrigerator cleared its throat
I said “Don’t start”
It started

The kettle only sings for one
The toaster burns my alibis
Your coffee cup is upside down
Like it has closed its little eyes

I bought a cactus for morale
It quit on Tuesday night
The landlord says the pipes are fine
The fridge is taking your side

Every appliance has an opinion
Every opinion sounds like you
The freezer hums through cross-examination
I plead the fifth and eat for two

The washer handed back one sock
As proof I can’t be trusted
The vacuum found your silver hoop
Then parked itself disgusted

I tried to cook that thing you liked
The smoke alarm performed the lead
I took a bow it took the battery
A fair review I must concede

“Did you call her?”
No

“Will you call her?”
No

“Are you lying?”
Next question

“Who are you talking to?”
The refrigerator

Every appliance has an opinion
Even the clock has joined in too
The freezer hums for the prosecution
And I still cook enough for two

Your note is folded under pears
I read it only when they spoil
The final line says “Please be well”
As if well came wrapped in foil

At dawn the motor settles down
The whole flat loses its nerve
I almost miss our little war
Then hear the ice tray say one word:

“Call”

Mind your own business

At 2:18 it cleared its throat again
I moved it three inches from the wall
We are no longer speaking

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Keep the Receipt, S...
Dust Motel

Verified Verified Artist

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

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

Their debut single, **“Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart,”** introduces their sound through Mari’s dry, teasing delivery, Evan’s tightly controlled rhythm section and a low melodic guitar that moves somewhere between desert noir and border-town rock. The song treats a dishonest apology like a badly fitted purchase, turning an uncomfortable conversation into a compact, playful hook. It is currently their only released track, but the duo have already made their intentions clear: Dust Motel Static prefer small details, crooked humour and memorable guitar lines over polished mythology.
Track(s)
Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart 623 03:54

Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart

Dust Motel


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

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

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

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

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

Almost true almost true
Look at you improving

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Almost true almost true
Look at you improving

“Need a bag?”
“No he came with one”

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Stay With the Silence
When Colors Fell

Stay With the Silence

When Colors Fell


I watched the sky unfold too slow
Time slipped down the edge of your shadow
You left a glass of water full
But took the fire before the glow

Don't speak
I hear the silence calling
Don't breathe
The night is slowly falling

(Instrumental – layered synths emotional chords wide reverb)
[Vocal chops: “Don’t leave…” “Stay with me…”]

You float just out of reach again
A figure fading in the rain
You never said it had to end
But silence always makes it plain

Stay with the silence
Let it bloom inside
We're more than the moment
We're where the echoes hide

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Real World Effects
Arven Nohr

Real World Effects

Arven Nohr



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

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Save Me From You
Gravity as a Metaphor

Save Me From You

Gravity as a Metaphor



CREDITS
Performer: Gravity as a Metaphor
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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