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My Kitchen Stage
Soleil Vega

Verified 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.
Track(s)
My Kitchen Stage 446 02:34

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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The Are Here Finally
The Sleep Mechanic

The Are Here Finally

The Sleep Mechanic



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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Il Punto Piu Vivo
Milo Sartini

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Milo Sartini
Milo Sartini grew up near Italy’s Adriatic coast in a family where meals regularly became debates and kitchen utensils often became percussion instruments. That lively upbringing shaped an artist drawn to movement, language and the small absurdities of everyday life. His music combines quick-witted Italian storytelling with muscular funk bass, Mediterranean percussion and contemporary pop production.

Sartini studied cultural anthropology at the University of Bologna, focusing on music, public space and the rituals that bring strangers together. He later trained in contemporary composition, arrangement and studio production at a private music institute in Milan. His academic background still informs his work: every rhythm has a social purpose, every instrument enters for a reason, and humour is treated as seriously as melody.

His debut single, “Il Punto Più Vivo,” introduces Sartini as a singer, producer and observant narrator with an instinct for turning ordinary scenes into kinetic music. His delivery moves naturally between singing and rhythmic speech, supported by precise percussion, brass accents and tightly controlled electronic production. Intelligent without becoming academic and playful without becoming novelty, Milo Sartini makes pop music that notices how people actually live.
Track(s)
Il Punto Piu Vivo 790 04:08

Il Punto Piu Vivo

Milo Sartini


Uno viene dal porto
Uno scende dal tram
Una ride da sola
Uno non sa dove va

Ma il tamburo li chiama
Senza chiedere chi sei
Questa sera la strada
Ha più nomi di noi

C’è chi arriva con tre parole
Chi ne porta tremila
Chi cucina sopra un balcone
Chi ripara una bicicletta

C’è una radio dietro una porta
Che trasmette da chissà dove
Una nonna detta la danza
A una banda di ventenni

Il tassista perde il turno
Per seguire quel contrabbasso
Un bambino batte il tempo
Con due cucchiai sopra un piatto

Nessun palco nessun padrone
Nessun posto riservato
Quando il ritmo prende la piazza
Ogni nome viene chiamato

Vieni qua
Non serve sapere perché
Vieni qua
Porta soltanto quello che c’è

Questo è il punto più vivo
Dove tutto fa tum tum
Dove il nord incontra il sud
E nessuno resta più

Questo è il punto più vivo
Mani in alto giù di nuovo
Se la terra gira ancora
Questa notte gira con noi

Tum tum gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Ogni lingua cambia il suono
Ma il battito dice: noi

Una cuoca lascia il grembiule
Per un passo mezzo sbagliato
Un avvocato molto serio
Fa qualcosa mai studiato

Due turisti senza mappa
Hanno perso la prudenza
Una coppia che litigava
Ora balla la stessa frase

C’è chi viene per curiosare
Chi domani deve partire
Chi ha promesso “solo un minuto”
Ed è ancora qui alle tre

Non importa da quale tavolo
Da quale treno o quartiere
Siamo pezzi senza istruzioni
Che funzionano tutti insieme

Vieni qua
Non devi assomigliare a me
Vieni qua
Porta il tuo modo di stare in piedi

Questo è il punto più vivo
Dove tutto fa tum tum
Dove il nord incontra il sud
E nessuno resta più

Questo è il punto più vivo
Mani in alto giù di nuovo
Se la terra gira ancora
Questa notte gira con noi

Tum tum gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Ogni lingua cambia il suono
Ma il battito dice: noi

Dimmi come batti il tempo
Con il palmo o con il mento
Con le scarpe sul cemento
Con un fiato preso al volo

Uno due — non basta ancora
Tre quattro — viene l’aurora
Cinque sei — cambia la storia
Sette miliardi nella stessa gola

Io dico: vicino
Tutti: più vicino

Io dico: più forte
Tutti: fino al mattino

Io dico: chi siamo?
Tutti: quelli che arrivano

Io dico: dove siamo?
Tutti: dove le cose cominciano

Questo è il punto più vivo
Dove tutto fa tum tum
Dove il nord incontra il sud
E nessuno resta più

Questo è il punto più vivo
Ogni passo trova il modo
Se la terra gira ancora
Questa notte gira con noi

Tum tum gira con noi
Tum tum gira con noi
Non c’è un centro sulla carta
Il centro siamo noi

Uno torna verso il porto
Uno aspetta ancora il tram
La mattina prende nota
Di chi non si fermerà

Tum tum
Il centro siamo noi
Tum tum
Il centro siamo noi

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Turn the Key
Bytefade

Turn the Key

Bytefade


I walked through doors that had no name
Silent signs but I came anyway
Felt the pull the unseen thread
It led me here instead

I don't ask I don’t wait
I twist the lock I shift the weight

Turn the key feel the spark
No more hiding in the dark
Twist the moment let it breathe
Take what’s yours don’t ask to leave

Yeah—
No maps still I navigate
Cold hands but I calibrate
Built from bits they left behind
Now I move like I bend time

No crown still I walk like king
No stage but I make it ring
Fast life but I shift the pace
Don’t need gold to win this race

Ooooh turn the key…
Let it be…
Ooooh turn the key…

Turn the key feel the spark
(No more hiding)
Twist the moment light the mark
(Give it meaning)
Hands on fire never flee
You are now the lock and key

It’s not about finding a door
It’s about knowing you are one

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Fragment Drift
KALLA

Fragment Drift

KALLA



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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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The Song That Never...
The Light Below

The Song That Never Ends

The Light Below


Well it goes on and on my friend
We can't pretend
We knew it was love
I mean a friend of a friend of a friend
Started singing this song
So we decided to join in
And we'll keep singing it
The way we did before
And you can sing along

And you can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song

Goes on and on and on my friend
And if you pretend
You knew it was love
Then you knew you were wrong
'Cause it never ends
You just started to sing along
And we'll keep singing it
The way we did before
And you can sing along

And you can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song

Goes on and on my friend
Goes on and on my friend
Goes on and on my friend
Goes on and on my friend
Goes on and on my friend
Goes on and on my friend
Goes on and on my friend
Goes on and on my friend

And you can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song
You can sing it
My song

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Signal Dust
DJ Anita

Signal Dust

DJ Anita



CREDITS
Performer: DJ Anita
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 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.
Track(s)
Fire in the Open Air 748 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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Lost in the Traces
Helena Joy Castillo

Verified Verified Artist

Helena Joy Castillo
Helena Joy Castillo, hailing from the vibrant city of Stockholm, has carved a niche for herself in the electronic music scene with her dynamic and emotive sound. Her latest track, "Lost in the Traces," showcases her ability to blend melancholy and upliftment through pulsating beats and atmospheric synths, inviting listeners into a world where searching and finding intertwine. With its melodic EDM essence, each piece in her catalog reflects a deep emotional core underscored by energetic rhythms. Tracks like "Echoes of Tomorrow" and "Veils of Light" further explore themes of introspection and resilience, often characterized by powerful drops that resonate long after the final note.

Her journey began in the local club scene, where Helena met like-minded musicians inspired by techno's roots and the energizing pulse of dance music. Together, they crafted a refreshing sound that fuses deep basslines with haunting vocals and rich piano arrangements. The synergy between her lyrics and production creates an immersive experience; every track is an invitation to feel and reflect. Helena's artistry is marked by a playful yet aggressive energy that captivates audiences, making her an essential voice in contemporary electronic music.
Track(s)
Lost in the Traces 549 05:22

Lost in the Traces

Helena Joy Castillo


Where do the rivers hide…
When the night divides?

I walk through the frames of a broken day
Colors dissolve but they point the way
Every shadow is a map I keep
Leading me back through the endless deep

I can feel it close and near
A fading sign but it’s still clear

I’m lost in the traces drawn to the sound
I fall but the silence won’t keep me down
I’m lost in the traces finding the flame
Through ruins and whispers I call your name

The walls collapse but the ground still holds
Fragments of light in the dark unfold
Every distance is a thread to tie
Every horizon becomes the sky

I can feel it close and near
A fading sign but it’s still clear

I’m lost in the traces drawn to the sound
I fall but the silence won’t keep me down
I’m lost in the traces finding the flame
Through ruins and whispers I call your name

Shadows move but I remain
Through the traces of your name

I’m lost in the traces drawn to the sound
I fall but the silence won’t keep me down
I’m lost in the traces finding the flame
Through ruins and whispers I call your name

Where do the rivers hide…
When the night divides?

CREDITS
Performer: Helena Joy Castillo
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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All That Shine
Paint the Moon Slow

Verified Verified Artist

Paint the Moon Slow
For those whose hearts beat a little faster after dark, meet Paint the Moon Slow, the genre-defying trio lighting up the dance floor with rhythmically pulsating songs brimming with late-night sparkle. The group draws its moniker from a whimsical mix of cosmic awe and the unhurried charm from their native city, the lunar-graced town of Slowville.

Even though their name might lead you to believe they're about slow, soul-crushing tunes, don't be fooled; they're far from a slowcore. Instead, they intertwine cosmic shimmers into their globally influenced, mid-tempo funk-pop. Frontwoman Cleo Maren delivers vocals both gruff and rosy, a blend of smoky lounge and roller-rink diva, backed by synth maestro Rhea Dax and rhythm fanatic Jo "Kicks" Tanaka, creating anthems that twinkle with retro beats and lyrical audacity under neon lights.

Their most notable song, "All That Shine", is a dashing number that perfectly embodies their sonic aesthetic, brimming with upbeat rhythms that evoke a cheeky, happy-go-lucky mood. As contract artists with Filodyo, Paint the Moon Slow are aligning the stars for a new era of dance music. Stay tuned for more luminous offerings from these maestros of mirth, groove, and exceptional starlit tunes. Welcome to the Paint the Moon Slow universe – it’s a happy place.
Track(s)
All That Shine 1162 03:02

All That Shine

Paint the Moon Slow



Every win costs more than it shows
Smiles on screens but nobody knows
Counting steps in designer doubt
Applause fades when the lights go out

All that shine (yeah)
burns cold by dawn (so cold)
Still I move (keep it movin’)
still I’m gone (I’m gone I’m gone)

I built a world from nothing at all (from the ground up)
Paved my name on a silent wall (can you see it?)
They cheer the rise not the climb (uh-huh)
But I’ve been bleeding into time (so deep so long)

[Instrumental Break]

Phone full of names I don’t call
Rooms packed tight but I feel small
I keep my truth behind gold frames
Success is a house with shifting names

All that shine (yeah)
burns cold by dawn (so cold)
Still I move (keep it movin’)
still I’m gone (I’m gone I’m gone)

I built a world from nothing at all (from the ground up)
Paved my name on a silent wall (can you see it?)
They cheer the rise not the climb (uh-huh)
But I’ve been bleeding into time (so deep so long)

Don’t envy thrones you’ve never sat
You won’t feel full chasing that

I built a world from nothing at all
Paved my name on a silent wall
They cheer the rise not the climb

CREDITS
Performer: Paint the Moon Slow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Radio Trottoir
No Be Me

Verified Verified Artist

No Be Me
No Be Me is an Afro-pop collective built around rhythm, mischief and stories that travel faster than facts. Their songs follow barbers, drivers, aunties, shopkeepers and accidental witnesses through everyday neighbourhood dramas, turning overheard remarks into sharp, danceable narratives. Led by a warm male storyteller and supported by four tightly arranged studio voices, the group blends Afrobeats percussion, highlife guitar, elastic bass and dry humour without relying on spectacle.

Their first single, “Radio Trottoir,” introduces a world where one careless “maybe” can acquire a wedding date, two witnesses and a catering budget before lunchtime. No Be Me treat gossip as social choreography: funny, dangerous, generous and impossible to control. Their music is polished but human, playful without becoming novelty, and rooted in the idea that the best stories rarely belong to the person who started them.
Track(s)
Radio Trottoir 1204 03:55

Radio Trottoir

No Be Me


Eight-oh-five by Saint Michel
Kola had a cake box under one arm
one red shoe in the other hand
He said “My aunt turns sixty”

I heard “aunt” “cake” and “Saturday”
and supplied the missing cinema myself
At Idris’ barbershop I said
“Maybe the man is getting married”

Idris did not repeat my sentence
He gave it catering witnesses
and a cousin arriving from Marseille
with three phones and firm opinions

By nine-fifteen the taxi rank knew the venue
By ten the tailor had chosen gold
By eleven Auntie Binta had named two children
Kola was still looking for candles

Who told you?
No be me
Who confirmed it?
Nobody

Radio trottoir radio trottoir
one little “maybe” took a motorbike
Dem don carry am go dem don add pepper
by lunch that man was married twice

At one he had married the mayor’s niece
At two he had bought a flat in Lisbon
At three he had left her for a singer
whose name nobody could pronounce

At four the church committee wanted answers
about a generator no one had lost
At five I tried to stop the story
That became “He knows more than he is saying”

At six my mother called me:
“Wear something decent
Apparently you are giving the speech
And bring your own chair”

I found Kola beside the pharmacy
still carrying the same red shoe
The cake was for Aunt Mariam
The shoe had fallen from her shopping bag

He stared at me for seven quiet seconds
then asked who I planned to marry
I laughed exactly once
That was my second mistake

Who told you?
No be me
Who confirmed it?
Nobody

Radio trottoir radio trottoir
one little “maybe” took a motorbike
Dem don carry am go dem don add pepper
by lunch that man was married twice

I went home to hide from the bulletin
My neighbour had prepared rice
My sister said a woman named Celeste
had accepted me on my behalf

Who is Celeste? Nobody knows
She may be a dentist
She may be in Dakar
She may have started at Idris’ second chair

My mother likes her already
She says Celeste sounds responsible
There are now two cakes in the kitchen
Neither one belongs to Kola

Wetin happen?
Ask the barber
Who start am?
No be me
Where proof dey?
It left by taxi
Can you stop am?
You fit try

Radio trottoir radio trottoir
no antenna no editor no brakes
By sunset Kola ran the ministry
by midnight I was cutting a second cake

Radio trottoir radio trottoir
every correction opens another branch
I only said “Maybe he is getting married”
Now Celeste is discussing curtains with my aunt

Kola brought the candles
My mother served the rice
Idris arrived with invitations

No be me

CREDITS
Performer: No Be Me
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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