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Meant To Be
Violette Storm
Verified Artist
Violette Storm
Violette Stoem doesn’t just sing—she floats. Hailing from Rotterdam’s rainy streets and raised on a mix of French electronic minimalism and UK garage, her music exists in the space between dancefloor euphoria and solitary late-night reflection. With a voice that’s equal parts smoke and sunlight, she crafts tracks that pull you in slowly—then never let go.
Her breakout single “Meant To Be” is a hypnotic blend of deep house rhythms and shimmering pop clarity. Anchored by a driving low-end and crisp four-on-the-floor pulse, the track features syncopated synth stabs, airy pads, and a vocal hook that lands straight in your bloodstream. It’s the kind of track that feels equally at home in Berlin’s underground or a coastal sunset set in Ibiza.
Violette isn’t chasing trends. She’s building a sound world of her own—emotive, minimalist, and endlessly danceable. Her sets are known for their intimacy, her lyrics for their vulnerability, and her production for its razor-sharp elegance. Quiet by nature, loud by design.
Meant To Be
Violette Storm
Last night I met you at the party
And we were strangers at the start
But when you touched me I could hardly
Hardly believe the way you felt
It was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
Last night you caught me at the party
And you came right up to my heart
And I knew right away
Darling
That you would never break it apart
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And then you kissed me at the party
And that's when I fell in love
And I was waiting for you
Darling
And I know that you were too
And then you kissed me at the party
And that's when I fell in love
And I was waiting for you
Darling
And I know that you were too
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
And it was like I've known you all my life
And you fit perfectly with me
Like we were meant to be together
We were meant to be
CREDITS
Performer: Violette Storm
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Move Without Asking
Tape Warden
Move Without Asking
Tape Warden
You feel that?
Yeah don’t think—just move
Left foot right foot
Back again
No need to talk
We understand
Move—
Without asking
Move—
Without asking
You're here I’m here
That’s the sign
No past no plan
Just feel the time
Eyes locked no blinking
No space for overthinking
Close the gap
No words
Just that
No reason
No name
Just rhythm
In flame
You didn’t ask—
You moved
CREDITS
Performer: Tape Warden
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Keep the Receipt, S...
Dust Motel
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.
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
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Refraction Loop
Nova and Zehn
Refraction Loop
Nova and Zehn
CREDITS
Performer: Nova and Zehn
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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No Auditions
Amae Korr
No Auditions
Amae Korr
Side door
No line
No wristband
I’m already mine
Didn’t wear silver to be seen
Didn’t ask the night to be clean
Walked in crooked — stayed aligned
What’s not lit still gets defined
I don’t wait for cues
I don’t nod I move
No auditions
This role’s been filled
I don’t rehearse
I just build
Don’t need lines
Don’t need praise
I write the room
I set the stage
I don’t chase what’s framed in glass
If it cracks I let it pass
My rhythm folds then breaks the grid
Truths don’t scream — they stay hid
Lights don’t lead
I choose my scene
No auditions
This role’s been filled
I don’t rehearse
I just build
Don’t need lines
Don’t need praise
I write the room
I set the stage
Spotlight blinks
But I don’t bow
I was the plot
You just see it now
No auditions
No design
I don’t perform
I define
Don't need signs
Don't need doors
I walk through
And build the floor
CREDITS
Performer: Amae Korr
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Weight On My Shoulders
Ashton Vance
Verified Artist
Ashton Vance
Ashton Vance, an Algerian-born, France-raised musician, is a name that carries some weight in the local music scene. An undisputed pillar of the independent circuit, Vance ropes in audiences with his stunning knowledge of music and undeniable love for funk. Known as much for his beat-dropping basslines as his witty onstage banter, Vance strikes the perfect balance between intensity and humor, just like your favorite high school gym teacher.
A dedicated football enthusiast, Vance once had dreams of becoming a pro on the field. Unfortunately, an injury cut his budding football career short but gave rise to his musical pursuits, marking the beginning of an unexpected detour into melodic wonderland. In a strange twist of fate, Vance entered the limelight. but with a microphone rather than a football at his feet.
His hit indie song "Weight on My Shoulders" echoes the struggle and triumph of his journey - from a wannabe footballer to a sought-after musician. The track is a testament to his ability to turn the mundane and the melancholic into musical gold. Crafted with Filodyo, his unmatchable style and impressive lyrical depth have managed to shoulder the weight of acclaim without buckling.
Vance's love for music is written all over his work, receiving praise from critics and fans alike. He may not have made it to the football field, but in the realm of independent music, Ashton Vance is very much a superstar. And to think that all it took was a sprained ankle and a broken record to jumpstart the journey of this funk fanatic – talk about a sliding tackle right into fame's goalpost!
Weight On My Shoulders
Ashton Vance
She's a faded memory now
Faded like the sunset in the west
She's a faded memory now
I know there ain't no way that I'll forget
The road comes in and the road goes out
I'm driving this truck all alone again
Just letting time slip away
Feel the weight of the highway in every step
She's a faded memory now
Faded like the sunset in the west
She's a faded memory now
I know there ain't no way that I'll forget
There ain't nothing darker than the night away from her
But there ain't no sound louder than the silence in this town
I don't know a weaker man than the one that I became
But I know what I've been going through now
This ain't no way
Heaven ain't got no say
And they raise the rent in hell from week to week
Out here
Time stands still
All we have is what we need and
All we are is under our feet
The road comes in and the road goes out
I'm driving this truck all alone again
Just letting time slip away
Feel the weight of the highway in every step
CREDITS
Performer: Ashton Vance
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Afterglow
Emberlight
Verified Artist
Emberlight
With a sound as vibrant and electric as the city skyline, Emberlight sparkles atop the New York music scene like a well-placed disco ball. This dazzling fem duo is crafting dance-centric eargasms in a city that never sleeps, and admirers say the afterbuzz is real.
Maybe it's the infectious charm of Jade and Sapphire, the synth-crafting mavens behind Emberlight - a happy byproduct of insomnia spent pumping out beats and laughing into the eternity of the early dawn. Or perhaps it's the uncanny ability to paint every corner of your brain with catchy hooks and foot-shaking rhythms, the kind that leaves you humming in the bathroom mirror, hours after the party ends.
"The secret?" Jade says, turning a knob on her mixer, before glancing up with twinkling eyes of mischief, "is pizza slices at 3am. New York's finest greased cardboard cuisine. That's where the magic happens." Sapphire rolls her eyes, fiddling with a tangled synth cable, "It's synesthesia," she corrects, "Our music tastes like a pepperoni pizza."
Their standout track "Afterglow" is proof enough - drenched in sunlight, the dance anthem bounces around your heart like a cute kick-ass kangaroo playing jump rope. It glistens and pops with precisely the kind of joy-sparking energy we need in these seriously grey times. Emberlight crafts electronic music that ignites the dancefloor, and keeps the embers burning long after last call. And isn't that a delicious nightcap to sip on?
Afterglow
Emberlight
Woke up to the sound of trains
Running fast through yesterday
No mirror could hold that face
So I drew one in the rain
Told myself the weight was gone
But it echoed every dawn
Now I’ve stitched a different skin
One that doesn’t let you in
Built from pieces I denied (wooh)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (yeah)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (ay-ay)
No reruns in my mind
You were static dressed as light
Cut the strings that moved my hands
Now I write with no demands
Flipped the script the ink still dries
But I own each fragile line
Don’t need saving don’t need signs
I’m the storm you left behind
Built from pieces I denied (uh)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (yeah)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (woo ay-ay)
[Rap Verse – Male Vocal]
You thought I'd stay in the loop
Blueprint faded now I reboot
No rewind I’m not your past
New codes written in contrast
Cut ties like a data breach
Your reach got no hold on me
Was a ghost in your design
Now I ride the faultline
Every word I bit my tongue for
Every knock I held the door for
Now I tally scars like trophies
Turned the weight into my glory
Told ‘em I don’t chase old maps
Built new routes through all collapse
My name don’t echo back through yours
I'm the upgrade I’m the force (yeah)
Built from pieces I denied (uh)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (yeah)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (woo ay-ay)
Oooh
I left it all in that room
Keys turned locked the gloom
[Final Chorus]
Built from pieces I denied (yeah-yeah)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (uh-huh)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (let it shine ay-ay wooh)
CREDITS
Performer: Emberlight
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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I’m The Lighter
Elira Vayne
Verified Artist
Elira Vayne
With a name synonymous with the hauntingly beautiful waters of Ohrid, North Macedonia, Elira Vayne is your go-to dance diva with a twist. Part French, part Albanian, and 100% maverick, Vayne gives dance music a refreshing Balkan edge.
Born to the lullaby of a mandolin on Ohrid's shores, Elira was raised with the zest of Albania and the charm of France running through her veins. As if algae-ridden waters and sun-lit picnic spots out of posters whispered into her ears, everyone wondered, "Does Ohrid govern the sounds she creates?" And in a quaint voice, she would almost always blush and say, "Mais oui, and a bit of Marseille jazz too."
By the time teenage took over, the rhythm of the mandolin turned to jazz in the pulsating heart of Marseille. There, in a music sklearnamediciabacked alley bistro turned vocal studio, she trained some more in the gallant art of French jazz vocals. Little did she know that her cultural potpourri would give birth to a new music sensation: the vivacious tones of French Electronica blended with raw Balkan folklore.
Never leaving her roots far behind, each album cover of Elira's embroiders a rich tapestry of Balkan texture. In contrast, her songs hum with the vibe of French electronic dance music, mostly with her biggest hit yet, "I'm The Lighter". You can feel the happy energy as potent as the Ohrid sun, making her music a cocktail of infectious melodies under the umbrella contract of Filodyo. And quite frankly, it's this sun-soaked, high spirited party in the Byzantines' backyard that sets Elira Vayne on a league above your usual dance floor DJs.
I’m The Lighter
Elira Vayne
Cracked screen no calls today
Left the charger on the train
They said time would wash it out
But my clock’s been playing games
Can’t decode your morse-like moods
Every tone’s a sharp excuse
I lit fires you never saw
Guess it’s time to cut it loose
Let me breathe without your shadow (ah)
Every step I’m climbing higher (yeah)
Didn’t fold didn’t borrow
I’m the spark I’m the lighter
(wooh ay-ay let it burn)
Calendar full of crossed-out plans
Turned the silence into stance
No parade no grand goodbyes
But I danced inside the crash
Used to bend till I dissolved
Now I sculpt from where I broke
This new world don’t need your laws
I evolve and I revoke
Let me breathe without your shadow (mmm)
Every step I’m climbing higher (uh)
Didn’t fold didn’t borrow
I’m the spark I’m the lighter
(yeah-yeah wooh let it burn)
Ooh-ohh ohh
No more codes to crack
I’m off this map
CREDITS
Performer: Elira Vayne
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Question Life
The Unpaid Actors
Verified Artist
The Unpaid Actors
The Unpaid Actors is a vibrant three-member DJ group based in Berlin, known for their eclectic blend of dance, disco, and electronic sounds. The trio consists of Leo, a dynamic producer with an ear for infectious beats; Mia, a soulful vocalist who infuses their tracks with emotion; and Sam, a master of live mixing who brings the energy to their performances. They first crossed paths at a local underground party where they bonded over their shared passion for music and the art of DJing. Following that serendipitous night, they began collaborating, quickly realizing that their combined creative energies produced something special.
Their catalog, though currently featuring just one track, "Question Life," showcases a hopeful and inspirational vibe that resonates with listeners on an emotional level. The song embodies a dreamy atmosphere paired with playful and uplifting melodies, making it perfect for both intimate settings and late-night dance floors. While they are still expanding their repertoire, The Unpaid Actors have already established a signature sound characterized by sensual vocals and rhythmic grooves that invite listeners to escape into the music.
As they continue to develop their artistry, The Unpaid Actors aim to produce tracks that not only entertain but also inspire reflection and connection among audiences. Each song they create serves as an invitation to explore themes of identity and existence, echoing the essence of "Question Life." With plans for more releases in the near future, this Berlin-based trio is poised to make a significant mark on the independent music scene as they invite listeners to join them on this exciting musical journey.
Question Life
The Unpaid Actors
I wore my doubts like coins
In the coin-slot sky
Tossed them up for answers
They came back tied
My shoes on the curb
My hands in my coat
I asked the dark around me
For one clear note
And every sign
Looked back at me
Like maybe
Maybe it’s me
Question life
Question life
I keep asking why
Question life
Question life
Till the hurt goes quiet
My mother said “hold on”
My brother said “run”
My best friend laughed too hard
When I said “what’s done is done?”
The train doors opened
I stepped right in
No map in my pocket
Just a pulse and a grin
And every face
On that crowded ride
Said maybe
Maybe tonight
Question life
Question life
I keep asking why
Question life
Question life
Till the hurt goes quiet
If I don’t know
Then I don’t know
Still I’m moving
Still I’m close
To something real
Under my feet
Not all answers
Have to speak
Question life
Question life
I keep asking why
Question life
Question life
Till the hurt goes quiet
Question life
Question life
I’m alive tonight
Question life
Question life
And that’s my light
CREDITS
Performer: The Unpaid Actors
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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The Sweetest Tornado
Blake Felton
Verified Artist
Blake Felton
Despite sounding like a comic book alter ego, Blake Felton is anything but fictitious. Sure, the moniker is a cheeky assent to his fervent admiration for Blake Shelton, but our guy Felton wears his alias with a tireless charm that’s just as compelling as his given name, Alex. Drawing inspiration and maybe even a little mischievous wit from his country idol, he weaves an intrinsic thread of twang into his unique sound, establishing an undeniable presence in the rootsy pop-rock arena.
Blake Felton stories often come with a touch of humor, just like his catchy, because-why-not song titles. Take, for example, his hit single "The Sweetest Tornado”. It's as if he baptizes every storm he crosses paths with in the sugariest syrup, then serenades it with an infectious melody until it becomes more pop-chart-whirlwind than natural disaster. But don't let that fool you; beneath his nimble storytelling and pun-laden lyrics, Blake showcases a robust, soulful voice that conveys a depth of emotion beyond the jovial exterior. Immensely captivating, a bit heartbreakingly sweet, and always full of unexpected fun - that's Blake Felton in a nutshell. He certainly isn't Blake Shelton, but in a twist of fate tinged with irony, he just might end up becoming more talked-about than his namesake.
The Sweetest Tornado
Blake Felton
She blows into town on a street bike
With her hair done up in cornrows
Gets off the gas like a hot dam
Wearing all pink head to toe
She steps into the bar like a cannonball
All the folks turn around like an old saw
She orders three shots
Honey on the rocks
And a Manhattan in her straw
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
Said a bad word one time in a nightclub
Said "Oops
That's too far"
Always says thank you to the bartender
Always says "Please
" "Oops
That's too far"
She steps into the bar like a cannonball
All the folks turn around like an old saw
She orders three shots
Honey on the rocks
And a Manhattan in her straw
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
The summer nights
They call her name
The winter months
They call in vain
When she's there
People can't complain
The streets are flooded from the rain
She ain't here for long but she still shows
People come and go but she always knows
She ain't one for crowds and she never bows
But she still sold every row
CREDITS
Performer: Blake Felton
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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In The Algo We Glide
Studio 54 Monkeys
In The Algo We Glide
Studio 54 Monkeys
Feel
the
heat
metal
veins
hum
fingers touch the digital drum
Spark and surge
circuit's trance
synthetic beats
we
start
to
dance
Electric whispers
brake the code
in the algo we glide
Feel
the
heat
metal
veins
hum
fouch
the
drum
Spark
and
surge
circuit's
trance
beats
we
start
to
dance
brake the code
in the algo we glide
CREDITS
Performer: Studio 54 Monkeys
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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