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Flip That City
Minerva Sound
Verified Artist
Minerva Sound
Minerva Sound is a five-piece from Bristol, UK, blending glossy disco-pop, neo-soul harmonies, and tight live grooves. The lineup: Malik Rhodes (lead vocal), Tyrone Ellis (vocal/MC), Owen Calder (guitar/bass), Emily Price (vocal/keys), and producer Felix Dunn (drum machines, synths, arrangements). Born out of late-night jam sessions and warehouse sets, they forged a sound that marries hook-heavy choruses with rhythmic precision and rich vocal stacks.
Their debut single, “Flip That City,” captures the group’s signature pulse: rubbery bass, syncopated organ stabs, hand-clap drive, and call-and-response vocals that snap into a euphoric refrain. Lyrically, it zooms in on urban momentum—small choices, quick turns, and the thrill of switching lanes—delivered with swagger and a live-band spark.
Available exclusively on Filodyo, Minerva Sound is poised to turn venues into dance floors across the UK and beyond—one chorus, one groove, one flipped skyline at a time.
Flip That City
Minerva Sound
Flip it flip it come alive
Turn the dial feel the vibe
City’s pulse jumping high
We don’t stop—we multiply
Smoke in the air bass hits the ground
Feet in the crowd hearts pound around
Spotlight flicks beat rides the sound
Hands in the air lost then found
Shout with me let the rhythm ride
No more still—in this groove we hide
Flip the night on its neon edge
On our mark—pledge to the ledge
Flip that city flip it higher (Hey!)
Flip that city beat the fire (Hey!)
Flip that city where we belong (Yeah!)
Flip that city dance along (Yeah!)
Streetlight jumps when the bass drops low
Crowd moves as the speakers blow
Every step locks into sky-high flow
One more wave—ready set go
Shout with me let the rhythm ride
No more still—in this groove we hide
Flip the night on its neon edge
On our mark—pledge to the ledge
Flip that city flip it higher (Hey!)
Flip that city beat the fire (Hey!)
Flip that city where we belong (Yeah!)
Flip that city dance along (Yeah!)
Flip it—turn around
Flip it—sound the ground
Flip it—up the heat
Flip it—feel the beat
Flip that city flip it higher (Hey!)
Flip that city beat the fire (Hey!)
Flip that city where we belong (Yeah!)
Flip that city dance along (Yeah!)
CREDITS
Performer: Minerva Sound
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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This Is Our Time
Alexander
Verified Artist
Alexander
“If you haven’t heard of Alexander before now, consider this your official 'invite to the party.' The secret weapon of the underground electronic scene is as enigmatic as he is dance-inducing. Born, bred and still sending good vibes out from Istanbul, the city poised between East and West, lending him unique influences to his crisp beats and bouncing synths.
Despite having a quiet life himself, Alexander’s sound is anything but; his music's happy mood is like a neon invitation to shake off your troubles and dance like no one's watching. His hit track, “This Is Our Time," suggests exuberance—a cascade of vibrant beats and irresistible rhythms that make you feel like everything's coming up roses.
Obscurity hits a lot of artists hard, but not our Alexander. He's the equivalent of the guy at the party that nobody knows, but everyone wants to be around—the center of the buzz, all while hanging back and enjoying the groove. Amidst the flashing lights and blaring speakers, Alexander is carving out a shiny niche for himself in the glittering world of electronica.
Always humble, mostly unseen but making waves big enough to surf on, Alexander is a true gem in the sprawling metropolis of electronic music. So here's to Alexander: Our low-key maestro, turning his quiet existence into a much-needed celebration of life, one electronic beat at a time.”
This Is Our Time
Alexander
Shadows paint the skyline moving like a carousel
Fingers trace the skyline secrets only we could tell
Through the hum of chaos found a rhythm found a spark
Pulling threads of silence weaving music in the dark
And the world fades like a worn-out photograph
Colors drain but I still feel the aftermath
Where the heart meets the unknown there’s a pulse we can’t ignore
Like a key turned in a lock we’re stepping through the door
This is our time unbroken unspoken
Gravity’s gone the tether is broken
Rising like the night won’t hold us down
We’re chasing stars in a quiet town
Waves of conversation ripple in electric streams
Voices carry miles riding currents crossing dreams
Maps dissolve to fragments but the compass pulls us in
Caught between the chaos and the quiet deep within
And the world fades like a worn-out photograph
Colors drain but I still feel the aftermath
Where the heart meets the unknown there’s a pulse we can’t ignore
Like a key turned in a lock we’re stepping through the door
This is our time unbroken unspoken
Gravity’s gone the tether is broken
Rising like the night won’t hold us down
We’re chasing stars in a quiet town
Look—city sleeps but the gridline’s awake
Dreams move fast like the steps that we take
Caught in the static but I’m breaking the code
Turning every crack in the glass to a road
Heartbeat sync to the bass no delay
Lost in the maze but we carve our own way
They said “stay small” but the script got flipped
Now we’re writing the lines every word’s a gift
Flames in the shadows yeah we light up the void
Building something real from the world they destroyed
We’re the pulse the push the unspoken sound
Chasing stars where the quiet is loud
Every beat every sound every step is ours to make
Every chance every fall every risk we have to take
When the dust finally settles will we still know who we are?
Or will we be fragments scattered across the stars?
This is our time unbroken unspoken
Gravity’s gone the tether is broken
Rising like the night won’t hold us down
We’re chasing stars in a quiet town
Quiet town oh quiet town
Where the whispers hold us and the world slows down
Quiet town oh quiet town
We’ll find ourselves where the echoes drown
CREDITS
Performer: Alexander
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Middle of the Record
Monique Frase
Verified Artist
Monique Frase
Monique Frase is a London-based singer and songwriter born to a French mother and an English father. She grew up between two musical cultures, with French soul, British R&B, house records and old jazz playing at home. Before pursuing music full-time, she studied architecture at university, a background that still shapes the way she writes, building songs from small details, repeated patterns and the quiet spaces between bigger moments.
Her music blends neo-soul and modern R&B with a steady house-tempo lift, pairing a light, expressive upper register with warm, lived-in production. Her single Middle of the Record is about the part of a relationship that rarely gets written about, the ordinary days after the beginning and before the end. Instead of chasing drama, Frase focuses on routine, private jokes and small acts of care, turning everyday intimacy into something worth listening to closely.
Middle of the Record
Monique Frase
(mm hmm)
Nobody writes about the middle
Everybody wants the first kiss or the end
The part where you know how they take their tea
And it stops being a story
No fireworks no funeral
Just a Tuesday and a hand
We're in the middle of the record
Where the good songs always are
Not the single not the closer
Just the ones that get you far
Turn it up don't skip ahead
We're in the middle of the record
(don't skip ahead)
You leave the last one in the packet
I pretend I didn't want it
Twelve small kindnesses a day
Nobody's counting but me
We're in the middle of the record
Where the good songs always are
Not the single not the closer
Just the ones that get you far
Turn it up don't skip ahead
We're in the middle of the record
I used to want the big scene
The airport and the running
Now I want the eighth of a Thursday
When you laugh before I finish
We're in the middle of the record
Where the good songs always are
Not the single not the closer
Just the ones that get you far
Turn it up don't skip ahead
We're in the middle of the record
We're in the middle of the record
(don't skip ahead)
CREDITS
Performer: Monique Frase
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Tied My Hands
River Mae
Verified Artist
River Mae
Meet River Mae, a musical maverick straight out of Norway. Originally a law student, she swapped the courtroom for the recording booth after much persuasive coaxing from friends who were evidently one part envious of her vocal chords, and two-parts tired of hearing her legal jargon. Like so many greats before her, River's journey began modestly, singing her heart out in local karaoke bars, where her renditions of beloved pop classics left many patrons wondering if they hadn't perhaps had one too many cocktails...or was that really just a law grad belting out tunes?
River's music career showcases a perfect blend of spontaneity and determination. Her life took an unexpected turn when she surrendered to her friends' pestering and stepped in front of the mic, exchanging her comfort zone for a world filled with rhythms and melodies. In the process, River managed to redefine karaoke nights everywhere, as her enchanting voice left audiences questioning whether they were in a cozy neighborhood bar or an illustrious music arena. Now when she's not sharing her tongue-in-cheek anecdotes about her journey from law books to lyric sheets, she's singing about it in her scintillating tunes.
Most notably, the song "Tied My Hands" brings all these elements together, much like the varying elements of a fine Norwegian herring platter. It conveys the struggles and hesitations of leaping from the predictable world of law to the exhilarating uncertainty of music, interlaced with her unmistakable charm and wit. And let's be real, who else besides River could make a metaphor about legal restraints sound so darn catchy? So here's a toast to River Mae, a law school dropout turned captivating songstress. Turn a blind eye to her lawsuits for now, as you will surely get tied up with her spellbinding music.
Tied My Hands
River Mae
[Intro]
Heat off the glass
You look through me fast
You speak in shrugs and sideways glances
I fill the silence with fake chances
You say nothing but I stay
Making futures you won’t play
Pulled tight I bend where you lean
Your touch says less than your leave
I don’t ask you what you mean
Guess I like to not believe
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (yeah yeah!)
I lit the match you walked right by (mmm ooh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(I fall anyway)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Na-na oooh-ohh no-no…
Scratched your name on my old mirror
Smeared it out but you got clearer
Gave you pieces you forgot to ask for
Heard your plans still kept the back door
Left your coat out in the rain
Hoped you'd care enough to complain
You move like truth on rewind
Slow and sharp not ever mine
I gave up drawing the line
Then I crossed it every time
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (ahh yeah)
I lit the match you walked right by (ohhh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(Still I stay)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Na-na mm-mm oh yeah…
I keep breaking in my own voice
Tried to leave like I had a choice
Words don’t reach you but I shout
Now my echo’s burning out
You tied my hands with your quiet fire (ahh yeah!)
I lit the match you walked right by (woo-ooh)
Tell me it’s just how you are
(but I play)
Even cold can feel like stars
when you're the sky
Oooh na-na-na
CREDITS
Performer: River Mae
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Call Dropped at 3 AM
Eli Varnish
Verified Artist
Eli Varnish
Eli Varnish spent most of his life drawing straight lines for crooked cities. As an architect, he designed libraries, train stations, and far too many gray, forgettable office buildings. He was always more interested in light than concrete — the way it moved through windows, shifted on floors, or disappeared behind closed doors. But deadlines piled up, and inspiration gave way to invoices. When he retired at 62, he didn’t throw a party. He just handed in his keys, took the long way home, and listened to the silence.
That’s when the music came back.
In his youth, Eli had played piano quietly — always in private, never in public. Now, with no blueprints to chase, he returned to the keys. Slowly. Gently. A few friends joined him — a bassist who used to drive a bus, a trombonist who sold insurance, and a drummer who once taught math. They started meeting weekly above an old bookstore. No gigs, no names. Just music.
Eventually, they found their way into a small jazz bar — dim, warm, and half-forgotten. That’s where Eli plays now. No spotlight, no talk. Just a glass of red wine, a crooked hat, and a piano that creaks in all the right places. The audience doesn’t clap much. They just nod, like they recognize something they forgot they knew.
Eli doesn’t miss architecture. “Buildings are meant to last,” he says, “but songs... songs are meant to leave.” And so he plays — not to impress, but to remember. To trace old lines in the air. To build something no one can own, but everyone can feel.
Call Dropped at 3 AM
Eli Varnish
Alright…
Yeah yeah don’t tune it too much
Let it breathe
Okay… one two…
Woke up late with the room still shaking
Ashtray full of things I didn’t say
Mirror asks me for an explanation
I tell it “man not today”
Shoes by the door still smell like last night
Clock keeps lying I let it talk
City hums in a crooked rhythm
Like it learned that walk from me
Hey bass… keep it walking
Yeah like that
Don’t rush it
Every plan I make shows up half dressed
Every promise comes out second best
If I fall behind the beat again
Just leave some space I’ll land it then
This ain’t a straight line it sways and bends
It trips on truth then calls it a friend
If I sound wrong don’t fix it too soon
That’s where the story sneaks through
Yeah this ain’t clean this ain’t controlled
It’s a loose wire looking for a soul
Play it wrong play it loud play it true
That’s all this blues knows how to do
Hold up…
Let the horn say something
Yeah… go on
(long slide in slightly late)
Mmm… listen
Man… that thing’s complaining
Let him talk
I’m almost done… almost
Sorry… not sorry
(rimshot)
There’s a voice in my head clapping off time
Says “You always push you never wait”
I said “If I slow down I might notice
Everything I try to escape”
Barroom light keeps flickering jokes
Like it knows where I’ve been
Every sound wants a turn at the mic
Even the quiet wants in
Yeah… that’s it
Don’t smooth it out
No no
If this night’s a gamble I roll it bent
Lose my balance call it intent
Break the rule then play it twice
Mess it up till it sounds right
This ain’t a straight line it sways and bends
Falls apart then stands again
If my voice cracks just let it through
That’s what it came here to do
Yeah this ain’t neat this ain’t polite
It’s just breath fighting with the night
Play it wrong play it loud play it true
That’s all this blues knows how to do
Alright…
Don’t stop it
Let it ring
Yeah… that’s enough
CREDITS
Performer: Eli Varnish
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Clean and Proud
Aliza Steel 44
Clean and Proud
Aliza Steel 44
Midnight moves across the floor
Steps align we need no more
Every motion syncs in time
Signals crossing clean and fine
No directions no control
Just a pattern taking hold
Hold it right don’t push too fast
Let the second stretch and last
Keep me on a steady frequency
Where the sound stays close to me
Nothing sharp nothing loud
Just the rhythm clean and proud
Stay aligned let it be
No escape no urgency
Every tone exactly right
On this steady frequency tonight
Low pulse breathing
Filtered chords drifting
Time dissolving
Nothing spoken
Faces blur in moving light
Seconds fold into the night
No reflections no disguise
Just the motion multiplying
We don’t question where it leads
Only trust the space we keep
Hold the line stay inside
Let the moment open wide
Keep me on a steady frequency
Where the sound stays close to me
Nothing sharp nothing loud
Just the rhythm clean and proud
Stay aligned let it be
No escape no urgency
Every tone exactly right
On this steady frequency tonight
No beginning no release
Only waves in slow repeat
CREDITS
Performer: Aliza Steel 44
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Never Barefoot
The Syrphids
Verified Artist
The Syrphids
The Syrphids’ journey began in the vibrant streets of Birmingham, where their distinct sound emerged from a collision of personal influences and bold experimentation.
Each member brings a unique flavor to the band's overall dynamic—blending raw, emotive vocals with intricate guitar riffs, rhythmic basslines, and atmospheric synth layers. Their music strikes a balance between the unpredictability of alternative rock and the infectious melodies of indie pop, creating an eclectic sound that is both challenging and accessible.
What sets The Syrphids apart is their ability to navigate complex emotional themes, delivering lyrics that resonate deeply while still maintaining an undeniably catchy, crowd-pleasing vibe.
Their live performances are a spectacle of energy and emotion, where their chemistry as a band shines brightest. The Syrphids have a knack for turning intimate venues into electrifying spaces, with each song building on the momentum of the last.
Their setlists are carefully curated to take listeners on a journey—whether it's through soulful ballads that tug at heartstrings or high-octane anthems that ignite the crowd. This ability to command the stage has earned them a growing fanbase, not just in Birmingham but across the UK, with audiences captivated by their authenticity and musical craftsmanship.
As The Syrphids look toward the future, their ambitions are clear: to continue evolving their sound while staying true to the experimental roots that first brought them together. With several EPs already under their belt and plans for a full-length album on the horizon, the band is poised to break through to even broader audiences.
Their commitment to innovation, coupled with their undeniable talent, ensures that The Syrphids will continue to be a force in the indie music scene, challenging conventions and capturing the hearts of listeners around the world.
Never Barefoot
The Syrphids
I was barefoot in the silence
dreaming of laces I could never tie
They told me “Leave your shoes behind”
but my feet were burning on holy ground
Back then the glass windows whispered
shops were cathedrals I couldn’t enter
Every sneaker a forbidden scripture
every boot a sermon I couldn’t keep
I walked with shadows on the pavement
carrying blisters instead of crowns
Now every aisle feels like confession
plastic bags my rosaries
boxes stacked like psalms unspoken
I kneel but I never pray
I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the echoes of my hunger follow me
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never felt these cracks in me
So I buy another pair I’ll never wear
just to silence the ghost of that child staring
at the glass at the glass at the glass
Leather tongues speak louder than my own
rubber soles drown out my guilt
Every purchase is a broken hymn
every closet a confessional built
I don’t wear them I collect my scars
like trophies of battles I never fought
The past still laces up my ankles
pulling tight with phantom strings
No barefoot freedom in the morning
just a graveyard made of things
I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the echoes of my hunger follow me
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never felt these cracks in me
So I buy another pair I’ll never wear
just to silence the ghost of that child staring
at the glass at the glass at the glass
Empty shoes like empty prayers
lining up my hallway shrine
I am both thief and worshipper
stealing time wasting time
I can’t walk barefoot anymore
the pavement bleeds the silence roars
God once said “Take off your shoes”
but He never stood in this hunger before
So I’ll keep on buying keep on binding
never fitting never finding…
and the child in the glass walks with me still
CREDITS
Performer: The Syrphids
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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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
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No Proving Left
Finn Calyx
No Proving Left
Finn Calyx
CREDITS
Performer: Finn Calyx
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Fica no Quase
Rosa Medina
Verified Artist
Rosa Medina
Rosa Medina was born in 2001 in Porto, Portugal, to a family that carried both Iberian and Brazilian heritage. Her father, a fisherman from Aveiro, filled the house with fado records, while her Brazilian mother played MPB classics and samba on lazy Sunday mornings. Rosa grew up between two shores of the Portuguese-speaking world — absorbing the saudade of Amália Rodrigues and the sunny, syncopated joy of Gal Costa in equal measure.
At fourteen, she began performing small sets in riverside cafés, her voice effortlessly gliding between soft whispers and soaring notes. The intimacy of fado was her foundation, but Rosa was restless — she wanted her songs to dance. By blending Portuguese folk melodies with bossa nova chords, urban beats, and lush pop arrangements, she began to shape a style that felt both nostalgic and forward-looking.
In 2025, Rosa released her debut single "Fica no Quase" in collaboration with Filodyo, the independent music producer known for shaping fresh, original sounds for global audiences. The track — a bittersweet, mid-tempo anthem about love suspended in uncertainty — gained instant traction on streaming platforms. Its hypnotic chorus, sung entirely in Portuguese, became a signature moment in her live performances.
Today, Rosa Medina is part of a new generation redefining Lusophone pop, performing sold-out shows from Lisbon to São Paulo. Despite her growing fame, she keeps her songwriting process deeply personal — scribbling lyrics on napkins in Lisbon cafés, recording demos on her phone while walking along the Douro River. For Rosa, every performance is a bridge connecting continents, carrying the language and emotion of Portuguese music to the world stage.
Fica no Quase
Rosa Medina
Você fala devagar
Como quem quer ir embora
Mas deixa a porta entreaberta
E o perfume na demora
Se fosse pra ser já era
Mas ainda tem coisa no olhar
Fica no quase no meio
Nem céu nem chão inteiro
Fica no toque que não vem
Na saudade que não tem nome também
O silêncio entre a gente
É mais forte que um não
Você sorri com os lábios
Mas seus olhos dizem não
E eu finjo que entendo
Mas espero você ficar
Fica no quase no canto
Sem promessa sem pranto
Fica no gesto que não se dá
No abraço que não quer se fechar
Se um dia for tudo ou nada
Talvez eu escolha o nada
Mas até lá…
Fica no quase no meio
No tempo que é só receio
Fica no quase comigo
Mesmo que seja só perigo
CREDITS
Performer: Rosa Medina
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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There is Power in R...
Nadia Petrova
Verified Artist
Nadia Petrova
Sit back, close your eyes, and let Nadia Petrova's dancy beats stir your soul. Heralding from the land of vodka and chilly winters, this indie dance titan is brewing storms with her ethereal vibes and boogie-powered anthems.
Gymnast by day and club sensation by night, Nadia's life is as rhythmic as her pulsating dance tracks. Originally intending to represent her motherland in a sporting event, the rhythmic allure of the synthesizer provided a detour, and she hasn't looked back since. A sucker for routine, she realized that there is intrinsic beauty in repetition—thus was born the mega-hit "There is Power in Routine."
Her music is a paradox, as comforting as the predictable tick-tock of a clock, and as thrilling as a train ride through strobe-lit tunnels. Nadia brings cheer disco-jumping out of her turntable, crafting happy dance tunes that are as infectious as the common cold.
Nadia Petrova is certainly not your average Russian spy. Injecting the world of dance music with a hearty dose of happiness, her infectious and playful beats revive the spirit of an ancient Russian proverb: "Who does not jump, is not Russian." Dance on, comrades!
There is Power in Routine
Nadia Petrova
Life is only fun with a plan
Like a working woman the way I'm back again
With every morning goin' to a tango
Hella cute in my heels and I glide it solo
There is power in routine
Strong woman in the street
Sets me free
Liberty
There is power in routine
Our getaway is tailored up tight
You beg for an escape and there's no thought behind those eyes
Go again and again and again 'cause I like
Ooh I like
There is power in routine
Strong woman in the street
Sets me free
Liberty
There is power in routine
Mmh
Ooh
Mmh
Ooh
There is power in routine
Strong woman in the street
Sets me free
Liberty
There is power in routine
CREDITS
Performer: Nadia Petrova
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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