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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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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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Bad Dreams
Miles Thorne

Verified Verified Artist

Miles Thorne
Hailing from a quiet town in upstate New York, Miles Thorne is a soul artist with a voice that feels like a warm embrace on a cold night. Growing up in a family of classical musicians, Miles discovered his passion for storytelling through song at an early age. His sound blends the raw emotion of old-school soul with modern, minimalist production, creating a style that is both timeless and fresh.

Miles' debut single, "Bad Dreams," released under Filodyo Records, is a hauntingly beautiful ballad that explores the struggle of confronting inner fears while seeking redemption. With its poignant lyrics and his signature smooth, raspy vocal tone, the track quickly garnered attention, earning spots on several editorial playlists and praise from indie and soul music critics alike.

Drawing inspiration from legends like Bill Withers and James Blake, Miles crafts music that feels deeply personal, yet universally relatable. When he's not in the studio, you can find him performing in intimate venues across New York City, his magnetic stage presence captivating audiences night after night.

As he prepares for the release of his debut EP, Miles Thorne is undoubtedly carving out a space for himself as one of the most compelling new voices in the soul genre.
Track(s)
Bad Dreams 844 03:54

Bad Dreams

Miles Thorne


I wake to the hum of a restless moon
Curtains swaying like ghosts in the room
The walls are painted with shadows that creep
Whispering truths that I’d rather not keep

The clock’s stuck ticking in a crooked rhyme
And the air feels heavy thick with time
I try to shake the echoes but they pull me in
A carousel of faces where the dark begins

Bad dreams they’re crawling through my mind (oh no oh no)
Stealing the stillness I can’t seem to find (yeah yeah)
Bad dreams they’re tangled in my head (can’t escape it now)
Chasing the silence but it’s gone instead (it’s gone it’s gone)

Steps in the hallway but the floorboards don’t creak
A distant murmur but no one speaks
The mirror’s reflection isn’t quite my own
A fractured version I’ve never known

I turn the light on but it cuts too thin
The shadows grow deeper they’re pulling me in
I try to find the exit but the walls just bend
A labyrinth of longing with no end

Bad dreams they’re crawling through my mind (can’t get out can’t get out)
Stealing the stillness I can’t seem to find (oh I’m losing it now)
Bad dreams they’re tangled in my head (no way out no way out)
Chasing the silence but it’s gone instead (it’s gone it’s gone)

Lost in the haze where the night unfolds
Every corner hides a story untold
Fingers reach but they slip like smoke
And the weight of the dark wraps around my throat

If I could wake up would the room stay still?
Would the morning sun break this bitter chill?
But the curtains fall in the same slow dance
Caught in a fever I can’t outlast

Bad dreams they’re crawling through my mind (oh don’t let me go)
Stealing the stillness I can’t seem to find (somebody help me now)
Bad dreams they’re tangled in my head (no way out no way out)
Chasing the silence but it’s gone instead (it’s gone it’s gone)

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Tales from Harlem
Brick Lords

Verified Verified Artist

Brick Lords
Hailing straight from the heart of Harlem, the notorious quintet, Brick Lords, has been serving up a potent cocktail of old school rap since their genesis.

An assemblage teeming with character, within this unique ensemble, we find Biggie Bricks (real name, Jamal Thompson), the de-facto leader and lyricist; Lil' Grout (born Angel Martinez), the charismatic hype man; Bricksy Ross (truly known as Desmond Jones), the mysterious trap-lord; Mortar Mike (Mike Johnson in the real world), the laid-back beat master, and Cinder "the Block" Parker (dubbed Clara Parker at birth), the feisty and soulful female vocalist who adds a unique twist to the group's sound.

The Brick Lords was born out of a shared love for rhythm, rhymes, and the raw, gritty atmosphere of their native Harlem streets, baptizing themselves Brick Lords because, well, they were originally just some kids slamming beats and rhymes on brick walls. And just as bricks fit one on top of the other, building something substantial, so too did the Brick Lords build something substantial out of their close-knit group dynamic.

Their music, a delightful blend of old school rap with a hint of modern-day flair, is lauded for its authenticity and palpable energy, resonating with audiences worldwide. Notably, their signature song "What's Going On (Clean)" quickly escalated to become an anthem for their generation, showcasing their genuine artistry while divulging the realities of life in Harlem.

Amidst punchy beats, witty lyricism, and a touch of brick-and-mortar realness, the story of the Brick Lords is as engaging as their music. Resolute in their ambitious deliverance of old school rap, these urban poets have cemented themselves into the solid foundation of Harlem's music scene, and dare we say it, they're brickin' amazing!
Track(s)
Hard Knock Life 417 02:15
What's Going On (Clean) 1173 02:26
Tales from Harlem 919 03:58

Tales from Harlem

Brick Lords


Yeah
'bout to enter
A new era of Harlem hip-hop
The streets of Harlem
They tell these stories to me

Struggle
Life movin' fast
Juggle
It's spiral now
That's my soul jumpin' over puddles
Walks down 110th
Whispers of lost lovers
We stand in the midst of the band's discovery
Temptation's just a calm life away from survival
Only thang stay in focus is my rival
Need you
Know what I mean
We shifted our tribe for a fiend
It was a trap but we alive
Need an electric boogaloo
Sippin' matcha tea in Malibu
Staying silent with the crew perhaps
The island be spinning last acts of greed
Gotta see that you may never be my speed

The streets of Harlem
They tell these stories told
With unpolished
Feel me
We gon' crack a code
Get that bag
And then we split it with the load
On Bodega cashers
They gon' know
The streets of Harlem
They tell these stories to me
Raw
From the heart
Straight organically
Get that bag
Then we split it with the family
Bodega cashers
They gon' see

Jump when them cops shout
Some came from outta town
And me
Right here been my home about thirty miles
From the central park
Harlem nights found a crown
Couple that got decrep' and shady with foul actions
I'm in the job that's got me screamin fuck rations
My two feet more than defeat over the soil
When parked up I'm getting spoiled
They had coals on 125th
It was real loyal
Bro goddamn
All of us are grinnin like
"What's your plan?"
Stayin solid down to it when we dead game's gettin a bit nuts
Even the air smellin' like glamour and envy
We bet not get stuck
But come and help us
When the universe give us the chance
We glowed up
New cloth
She said her grandma was elusive too
My gramps
Come see his tape too
He just turned dirt over with his right hand
Fill a pot with plants
Woke up the clan
Blue line

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Almost Whole
Paper Ashes

Almost Whole

Paper Ashes


I stopped counting the days
Some things don’t fade they just shift
I rearranged my pain
Until it looked like a gift

I don’t need to forget
That’s not how healing works
I let the echo ring
Then walked through what it hurts

You won’t hear me scream
But you might feel the weight I lost
I gave myself permission
To grieve and then defrost

Each step I take is mine
Not borrowed from the past
I move through the ruins
Building slow building fast

Almost whole
Almost clear
Breathing now
Without fear

Almost whole
Almost new
It’s not perfect
But it’s true

“Almost whole

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Fever on the Floor
The Nova Frames

Verified Verified Artist

The Nova Frames
The Nova Frames, hailing from the vibrant streets of Toronto, began their musical journey as a covers band, performing nightly at the cozy yet bustling Hotel Harmony. It was in this intimate setting where they played through countless familiar tunes that a spark ignited; one unassuming night in 2025, a new original slipped into their setlist—“Fever on the Floor.” The electric response from the audience was undeniable, marking a pivotal moment that encouraged the band to shift their focus from covering others' hits to crafting their own infectious melodies.

With a catalog that bravely takes on themes of desire and connection, The Nova Frames invite listeners to dance along with an exuberance that feels both fresh and nostalgic. Tracks like "Fever on the Floor" resonate with a joyful yet hopeful vibe, blending upbeat pop rhythms infused with heartfelt lyrics. Their sound is characterized by mixed vocal dynamics, where each member shines while harmonizing in captivating ways. This unique blend creates an atmosphere that invites everyone to join the celebration of life’s simple yet powerful moments.

As they continue to juggle day jobs and late-night rehearsals, The Nova Frames are determined to prove their artistic merit and expand their growing fanbase. Each performance is not just a gig but an opportunity to connect intimately with their audience, sharing stories woven into catchy hooks and memorable choruses. The energy in venues like Hotel Harmony reminds them of why they started this journey—each smile, every signal exchanged between them and their listeners fuels their passion for making music that resonates with joy and hope.
Track(s)
Fever on the Floor 1115 02:34

Fever on the Floor

The Nova Frames


You walk in bold and I lose my plan
Move like a rhythm I can barely withstand
Every single second you pull me near
I’m ready if you’re ready — make it crystal clear

You throw that smile like a sudden strike
I’m reading every signal you send tonight
You wanna play? Then I’m built for speed
Give me one more hint and I’ll take the lead

Don’t slow it down just ride the wave
Got a rush that I can’t behave

If you want more I’ll raise the heat
Turn this pulse into a heartbeat

You give me fever on the floor
Say the word and I want more
You keep me rising can't ignore
Every move hits like a score

Fever on the floor —
We burn fast we lock in tight
Fever on the floor —
Two sparks running through the night
Fever on the floor —
You and I collide just right

You spin around and I lose my aim
Try to stay cool but I fail again
I want the part you try to hide
Give me just one sign and I’ll step inside

You push my pulse like a loaded beat
Quick and steady never off-beat
You hit my guard and you break design
Didn’t plan to fall — now you’re crossing the line

Don’t slow it down just ride the wave

Turn this pulse into a heartbeat

Fever on the floor —
We burn fast we lock in tight
Fever on the floor —
Two sparks running through the night
Fever on the floor —
You and I collide just right

Tell me what you want —
You already know
Lead me where you move —
Then follow my flow
No pause no doubt tonight we go

Fever on the floor…
Fever on the floor…
We don’t fall — we just rise once more

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Better With You
Tyler Vance

Better With You

Tyler Vance


You showed up like a spark in an easy day
Didn’t plan on anything but you changed my way

Your laugh hits warm and it stays around
Pulls me out when I sink too far down
Every little moment feels brand new
But the best ones happen next to you

I’ve been running steady trying to find my part
Didn’t see it clearly till you reached my heart

Everything feels better with you
Sunrise colors turn a brighter hue
I don’t need a map or a clue
I just follow where you move
Everything feels better with you
Like the whole world finally came through
I don’t chase a thing when it’s true
’Cause it’s better better with you

We walk slow talking ’bout nothing much
Still it feels big when our hands touch
You pull me higher than I planned to climb
But I’m glad you pushed me this time

I’ve been running steady trying to find my part
Didn’t see it clearly till you reached my heart

Everything feels better with you
Sunrise colors turn a brighter hue
I don’t need a map or a clue
I just follow where you move
Everything feels better with you
Like the whole world finally came through
I don’t chase a thing when it’s true
’Cause it’s better better with you

If the road gets heavy someday
Stay with me and we’ll find our way
I don’t ask for more than this
Just your calm and your quiet bliss

Everything feels better with you
Yeah it’s better better with you

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Move Directive
MechaSoul

Move Directive

MechaSoul


Move
Drop it
Now
Go
Keep up
Push
Don’t stop
Right there
Do it
One more
Down low
Get back
Let’s go
Now Now Now

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Time to Get Loose
Martian Mark

Verified Verified Artist

Martian Mark
Mark Martian is one of the most elusive figures in the music world, and his mysterious persona has left many fans wondering—could he really be from Mars?

Known for using the alias Martian Mark during his collaborations, this enigmatic producer has somehow managed to evade the spotlight completely. No interviews, no photos, no videos—Mark is practically a ghost. Some say it’s part of his brand, while others speculate wildly. Who knows?

Maybe while Elon Musk dreams of building colonies on Mars, Mark’s already here, quietly making beats after hitching a ride from the Red Planet’s first neighborhood.

Despite the secrecy surrounding him, one thing’s clear: Mark’s music speaks volumes. His deep house tracks pulse with interstellar vibes, his pop productions are out-of-this-world catchy, and his funk grooves are, well, otherworldly.

Whether he’s blending cosmic synths with soulful beats or dropping funk-infused rhythms, his style keeps listeners hooked and guessing. You can hear his work across platforms, but his music truly shines on Filodyo, where you might catch the next great Martian anthem—if he doesn’t beam it up first.
Track(s)
Time to Get Loose 574 03:20
Far From Here (ft Alex Wohan) 654 02:42
To Be Or Not To Be 1024 02:11
Time Changed Us 1182 02:57
My Guitar in French House 943 03:17
Wild Adventure 1024 02:08
He's Wild And Free 819 02:37
Our Love is Born 1086 02:33

Time to Get Loose

Martian Mark


It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose

Hit the floor
Drop it low
Raise the roof
Lose control
Time to go
Take it slow
Bring it back
Give me more
No need to run
Baby
Don't be scared
The night's still young
We can dance all night

When it gets to be too much
Let the bass kick in
When you're feeling out of touch
Let the bass kick in

It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose

Find a way
Take a chance
Turn around
Take my hand
We can go
Find a place
Move your body
Pick up the pace
No need to run
Baby
Don't be scared
The night's still young
We can dance all night

When it gets to be too much
Let the bass kick in
When you're feeling out of touch
Let the bass kick in

It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Butterflies
Maelith

Verified Verified Artist

Maelith
If sugar, spice, and a foot-tapping bass were a person, they'd invariably shape-shift into Maelith. The indie dance sensation hails from the mythical city of her namesake – a place as enigmatic, vibrant, and pulsating as her music.

Coming from a realm where the sunrise paints the sky in a symphony of techno hues, Maelith's city of origin is as enigmatic and infectious as her tunes and just as impossible to tune out. It only makes sense then, that her celebratory dance beats make even the grumpiest of granddads do a head bob or two.

Her notable track "Butterflies" will make a surprising entrance, landing in your heart with the grace and charm of a thousand of the colourful creatures, evoking smiles usually reserved for sunbeams and unexpected tax refunds. It's like eating candy in a club - tooth-achingly sweet, and deliciously intoxicating.

Maelith's music isn't just happy—it's a spontaneous euphoria packed into dance beats. Each track, a flawless mesh of elevating melodies sure to paint a bright, neon smile on your face. It never rains in Maelith's city. So, grab an umbrella because you're about to get showered with joy bombs!
Track(s)
Butterflies 1006 02:53

Butterflies

Maelith



Driving to your place
With that first date feel
I can barely wait
Got a full tank
'cause I know I'll stay
For hours
I know you will

Do you have
Do you have
Do you have butterflies?
'Cause I do
'Cause I do
'Cause I do

You're the one I like
And you're not even tryin'
I still have butterflies
The way you look at me
Is making me crazy
You're making me
You're making me

'Cause I've been on my own
For far too long
I haven't been shown
And you've been far away
From me
So let's be alone
Together

Do you have
Do you have
Do you have butterflies?
'Cause I do
'Cause I do
'Cause I do

You're the one I like
And you're not even tryin'
I still have butterflies
The way you look at me
Is making me crazy
You're making me
You're making me

I can't explain the way you make me feel
There's no way
There's no way
There's no way
This isn't real

Do you have
Do you have
Do you have butterflies?
'Cause I do
'Cause I do
'Cause I do

You're the one I like
And you're not even tryin'
I still have butterflies
The way you look at me
Is making me crazy
You're making me
You're making me
You're making me

You're making me
You're making me
You're making me

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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