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Waves Don’t Ask Why
Wires and Petals

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Wires and Petals
Formed in the late 2010s, Wires and Petals is a producer duo that blends intricate electronic sound design with emotional songwriting. Hailing from Lyon, France, the two longtime friends—Julien Moreau and Armand Lefèvre—first bonded over a shared obsession with underground house records and modular synthesizers.

Their name, Wires and Petals, reflects the duality in their music: wires for the technical, machine-driven side of production, and petals for the organic, poetic sensitivity they bring into their melodies and lyrics. The result is progressive house that feels both intimate and expansive—ideal for quiet headphone journeys or sunrise festival moments.

Known for their reflective male vocals processed into lush vocal chops, their tracks slowly evolve through layered arpeggios, textured pads, and deep, hypnotic grooves. They’ve been described as “emotional architects of the dancefloor,” carefully crafting transitions that build tension and release with elegance.

Beyond the studio, Julien and Armand are known for their warm personalities and playful approach to collaboration. Whether they’re joking around in the studio or testing new tracks in front of small club crowds, Wires and Petals carry an authenticity that sets them apart from many of their contemporaries. With each release, they aim to push the boundaries of progressive house while staying true to their philosophy: music that moves both the body and the heart.
Track(s)
Waves Don’t Ask Why 284681 03:44
Phase Meridian 193121 04:50

Waves Don’t Ask Why

Wires and Petals


I walked too far to start again
But too close to turn away
The sky didn't open —
But I moved anyway

Heartbeat aligned with the sound
Footsteps lost never found

I don’t speak to the wind anymore
It never stayed to listen
But you —
You stayed quiet…
And I heard everything

Time doesn’t fold like a map
We stretch with every turn
The world spins without asking
But we — we learn

And if the tide forgets my name
Let it
I only needed the pull

CREDITS
Performer: Wires and Petals
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Corazón en la Calle
Zaharela B

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Zaharela B
Zaharela B is a vibrant Latin artist whose music radiates the energy of the dancefloor and the streets alike. Born in San Juan, Puerto Rico, and raised between the Caribbean and Miami, she blends the infectious grooves of reggaeton with the warmth of Latin pop and the bold flair of carnival rhythms. Her sound is a celebration of movement, culture, and joy—rooted in tradition yet unapologetically modern.

Her debut single, Corazón en la Calle, bursts with a reggaeton/dembow pulse, playful sound effects, and call-and-response hooks that pull listeners straight into the party. Switching effortlessly between Spanish and English, Zaharela B brings an unmistakable charisma to every lyric, making her performances feel like a shared celebration.

Available exclusively on Filodyo, Zaharela B’s music is more than just a soundtrack for dancing—it’s an invitation to let go, live in the moment, and move with the beat. With her magnetic presence and unstoppable energy, she’s poised to become a defining voice in the next wave of Latin dance music.
Track(s)
Corazón en la Calle 373489 02:45

Corazón en la Calle

Zaharela B


Beep beep!
Vamos vamos!
Corazón en la calle woo!

Sun on the roof heat on the floor
Boots on the ground crowd wants more
Clap to the beat hips in time
Every little step feels so divine

Turn around bring it close
Hands up high let it show
Dale fuego dale ya
Move your body no se va

Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval

Drums in the air bass in my veins
Sweat in the night dance in the rain
Spin to the left slide to the right
Every little move feels like flight

Turn around bring it close
Hands up high let it show
Dale fuego dale ya
Move your body no se va

Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval

Beep beep!
Let’s go!
Clap clap!
Go low!

Corazón en la calle baila sin parar
Corazón en la calle ritmo va a quemar
Corazón en la calle noche sin final
Corazón en la calle siente el carnaval

CREDITS
Performer: Zaharela B
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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No Tomorrow Needed
Roxelle

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Roxelle
Roxelle is a Romanian-born singer and songwriter currently based in the United Kingdom. Growing up between Eastern European traditions and Western pop culture, she developed an early fascination with rhythm, melody, and visual storytelling. Her background gave her a distinctive sense of contrast, mixing emotional depth with bold self-expression, something that would later become central to her artistic identity.

After relocating to the UK in her early twenties, Roxelle immersed herself in the underground pop and electronic scenes, refining her sound and performance style. Influenced by modern pop, dance, and subtle R&B textures, she crafts songs that balance confidence with vulnerability. Her vocals move effortlessly between smooth, controlled delivery and striking, attitude-driven hooks, creating a sound that feels both intimate and commanding.

Roxelle’s music explores themes of independence, desire, and emotional resilience, often framed through sleek, contemporary production. Known for her strong visual aesthetic and fashion-forward presence, she approaches music as a complete artistic experience rather than just sound. With a growing catalog of releases, Roxelle positions herself as a new-generation pop artist shaped by movement, migration, and self-definition.
Track(s)
No Tomorrow Needed 391156 03:18
Share This Energy 113114 02:33

No Tomorrow Needed

Roxelle


Heels hit the floor I feel it start
Bass in my chest steady and sharp
No explanations no excuse
I move the room just how I choose

Eyes follow motion not my name
I don’t repeat I don’t stay same

One step closer to the sound
I don’t wait I turn around

I’m on my own tempo
Don’t tell me when to go
I set it I control
Every move every role

I’m on my own tempo
Too fast too slow I know
I hit it right on time
Watch me cross the line

Disco strings rise
Bass keeps talking
Hands in the air
No words just timing

Mirrors shake when I pass through
Every angle feels brand new
No permission no delay
I decide how long I stay

Heat is building in the crowd
I don’t need to say it loud

Count it in feel it land
Everything is in my hands

I’m on my own tempo
Don’t tell me when to go
I set it I control
Every move every role

I’m on my own tempo
Too fast too slow I know
I hit it right on time
Watch me cro

Jacket on I leave it open
Streetlight glow my focus broken
Every sound pulls me in
I don’t ask where we’ve been

I don’t read the signs twice
I move once that’s my advice

If it feels right I don’t slow down
I let the night spin me around

No tomorrow needed
Say it again I mean it (mean it)
No tomorrow needed
I don’t pause I don’t overthink it (no no)

No tomorrow needed
Feel it hit me feel it beat me (beat me)
No tomorrow needed
If I’m in it I’m in it (yeah)

Every step is calculated
Still it looks so effortless
I don’t wait to be invited
I arrive I don’t impress

Crowd reacts I don’t chase
I just take up space

Hear my name inside the bass
I don’t rush I keep my pace

Yeah
She don’t plan it she appear
Whole room shift when she near
No tomorrow in her mind
Only now perfect time

She don’t promise she decide
Every move amplified
I’m just watching from the side
Tryna keep up with her stride

No delay no rewind
She already crossed the line
When she move place complies
That’s the signal that’s the sign

No tomorrow needed
Say it again I mean it (mean it)
No tomorrow needed
I don’t pause I don’t overthink it (no no)

No tomorrow needed
Feel it hit me feel it beat me (beat me)
No tomorrow needed
If I’m in it I’m in it (yeah)

No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
Needed (needed)
No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
I don’t need it (don’t need it)

No tomorrow (no tomorrow)
Needed (needed)
If I want it (if I want it)
I’m in it (I’m in it)

CREDITS
Performer: Roxelle
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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This Isn’t Love
Chris Nate

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Chris Nate
Meet Chris Nate, the alternative tunesmith you've probably never heard of, but will soon be unable to live without. Emerging from the vibrant music scene of Nashville, this little-known troubadour is steadily carving a niche for himself in the wide world of alternative music.

Chris is notoriously bashful about his origins but will tell you this: the fundamental building blocks of his music lie not in Nashville's sing-and-clap heartland, but on the rhythmic streets of his namesake city, Natchitoches, Louisiana. Every song seems to skate effortlessly across bayou blues and backwater folk rock, all while maintaining the ebullient tone that is so very Chris Nate.

It's no surprise that this seemingly scattershot blend of influences works so well given the success of his track, "This Isn't Love." A merry jaunt that dares to ask, 'What if love was more like playing jazz on a banjo in space?’ Delivered with a wink, a nod, and most crucially, a tie-dye shirt, the song is a festival of joy that will have listeners tapping their feet while crying laughter tears.

So, grab your headphones and give Chris Nate a spin. Here’s an artist whose music won’t just tickle your ears, but might just tickle your funny bone as well. He's serving up slices of life with a side of melody, and it's a recipe that's simply too tasty to resist. And if that isn’t love, well, this isn’t a biography. Or is it? Chris Nate might make you question everything. Everything except for his expertise in creating cheerfully menagerie tunes, that is.
Track(s)
This Isn’t Love 116556 03:23

This Isn’t Love

Chris Nate



Your keys on my floor like secrets we ignore
Talk cheap in the kitchen but silence said more
Late bites blurred lines
We orbit what we can’t define

And I don’t ask you to stay
But you never walk away
Ooh—ohh—caught in that delay

This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent

The door’s half closed your shadow blends
Routine strangers no need to pretend
Unread texts skipped calls
But still I’m there when you fall

I won’t hold out a map
You keep tracing the gap
Mm—yeah—holding what we lack

This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent

Words don’t heal in stereo
We play roles we’ll never know
But I’d still let it repeat—mmm—aah

Ahh—mmm—breathe in the mess
Still tethered nothing less

[Final Chorus]
This isn’t love but we never cared
Falling halfway still unprepared
We burn low slow-motion descent
(Huh!) we just crash not intent
(Yeah!) we just crash not intent
(Uhh!) crash not intent

CREDITS
Performer: Chris Nate
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Another Shot
Melly Rich

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Melly Rich
Melly Rich, born to a Lebanese family in Amsterdam, grew up surrounded by two worlds: the culinary brilliance of her father, Chef Khaled Rich, and the rich cultural heritage of the Middle East. Her father is the head chef of La Maison des Délices, one of France’s most prestigious Michelin-starred restaurants, known for its fusion of French and Middle Eastern flavors. Despite her father's fame in the culinary world, Melly's passion led her down a different path.

Though her family assumed she would follow in her father’s footsteps, Melly was captivated by music from a young age. With her father’s full support, she began singing, though her formal education took her into the world of architecture at the University of Amsterdam.

Balancing her studies with her love for music, Melly began to develop a unique sound, blending her Middle Eastern roots with the vibrant energy of Western pop. Her breakthrough single, "Damn, I Wish I Were in Istanbul", captures this fusion perfectly. The song carries hints of oud and traditional Arabic rhythms, interwoven with modern pop beats, creating a bridge between two worlds. It’s not just a catchy tune—it’s a love letter to her cultural identity, filled with nostalgia for the warmth and chaos of the Middle East, while reflecting her cosmopolitan life in Europe.

The song quickly gained attention, especially for its atmospheric vibes that pull listeners into a dreamlike vision of Istanbul, with its bustling bazaars and shimmering Bosphorus views.

Melly's ability to infuse her music with Middle Eastern influences sets her apart in the global music scene, and though she’s still juggling her architectural studies, there’s no doubt that music is where her heart truly lies. With the world now watching, Melly Rich is on her way to becoming an international sensation, blending cultures and genres like her father blends flavors at his famous restaurant.
Track(s)
Another Shot 81823 02:22
Damn, I wish I were in Istanbul 28334 02:46

Another Shot

Melly Rich


do not be afraid- this is not fm
you're on filodyo

Sitting in my jail cell
Eating my beans
And I'm going to hell
If you know what I mean
'Cause I was guilty as charged
On that dark night
But now I'm here
And I want to make things right

I've been here before
Knocking on heaven's door
But I'm gonna try once more

It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot

I had my first day out
Back on the streets
With nothing in my pockets
But a pair of keys
So I put them in the ignition
Of a new Cadillac
And I went cruising
Down the tracks

I've been here before
Knocking on heaven's door
But I'm gonna try once more

It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot
It's my time to shine
And I ain't gonna stop
It's my time to shine
'Cause I got another shot

CREDITS
Performer: Melly Rich
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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The Fridge Is Takin...
Funny Harry

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

As Harry continues to evolve, each track reveals layers of emotional resonance and sonic experimentation. The interplay of light and shadow is masterfully executed, inviting listeners into a world where the ordinary becomes extraordinary. With an approach characterized by introspective storytelling and innovative arrangements, Funny Harry captures fleeting moments of life through a kaleidoscope of calm melodies and vibrant rhythms. Whether exploring themes of melancholy or stitching together playful anecdotes, the artist leaves an indelible mark on the listener, inviting them to embrace the mystery hidden within everyday experiences.
Track(s)
The Fridge Is Taking Her Side 17845 02:52

The Fridge Is Taking Her Side

Funny Harry


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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you call her?”
No

“Will you call her?”
No

“Are you lying?”
Next question

“Who are you talking to?”
The refrigerator

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

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

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

“Call”

Mind your own business

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

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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

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Daxe
DAXE is a French producer and DJ whose sound channels the raw spirit of the mid-90s underground Parisian club scene. Known for his gritty, lo-fi French house productions, he builds hypnotic tracks around distorted synth-bass loops, saturated textures, and minimal yet powerful drum machine grooves.

Emerging from late-night warehouse parties in Paris, DAXE earned a reputation for his uncompromising sets that fuse analog warmth with a rebellious edge. His music feels both dirty and infectious — a soundtrack built for smoke-filled rooms, flashing strobe lights, and crowds that never stop moving.

As a producer, DAXE stays loyal to hardware samplers, vinyl, and classic drum machines, crafting tracks that echo the golden era of French house while pushing it forward with his own raw signature. As a DJ, he thrives on the connection between loop-driven grooves and the dancefloor, keeping energy high and tension tight.

His latest track, “System Online”, embodies this ethos: hypnotic, streetwise, and uncompromising — a pure dancefloor anthem. Released exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, it cements DAXE as a name carrying the underground French house tradition into a new era.
Track(s)
System Online 222314 02:37

System Online

Daxe


System… online…
Motion… design…
Cycle… repeat…
Zero… complete…

Automatic… static…
Binary… manic…
Program… engage…
Data… on stage…

One-two… one-two…
Error… breakthrough…
Signal… overload…
Run-time… explode…

CREDITS
Performer: Daxe
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Les Petites Choses ...
Mina Cazal

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Mina Cazal
Mina Cazal is a French pop singer and songwriter known for turning ordinary days into sharply observed little stories. Her songs move through missed buses, supermarket queues, unfinished conversations and small domestic disasters, finding humor in moments most people barely notice. Instead of writing about perfect romances or dramatic escapes, she focuses on the strange comedy of simply getting through the day.

Raised between Lyon and the southern town of Sète, Mina grew up around theatre rehearsals, second-hand records and long family dinners where everyone spoke at once. She began writing songs as miniature scenes, combining conversational French lyrics with bright basslines, playful keyboards and understated dance-pop rhythms. Her vocal style is expressive and intimate, often shifting between singing, speaking and half-smiling observations.

Her music feels polished but never overly controlled. Beneath the cheerful arrangements, there is always a trace of fatigue, doubt or quiet affection for imperfect people. Mina Cazal writes pop songs for listeners who lose their keys, forget why they entered a shop and still manage to make something memorable out of the day.
Track(s)
Les Petites Choses de Travers 378 03:04

Les Petites Choses de Travers

Mina Cazal


Sept heures douze le réveil insiste
Je négocie encore quatre minutes
Le chat me regarde comme une huissière
Il connaît déjà toutes mes excuses

Une chaussette noire une chaussette bleue
Je déclare que c’est volontaire
Le pain a brûlé pendant que je lisais
Un message marqué « très prioritaire »

Dans l’ascenseur Madame Lefèvre
Me raconte son ficus malade
Je hoche la tête avec gravité
Comme une spécialiste des salades

J’avais prévu d’être impeccable
Organisée presque admirable
Mais le mardi connaît mon adresse
Et vient toujours semer le désordre

La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un bus raté des pâtes trop cuites
Un grand discours dans ma tête
Puis « oui bien sûr » quand on m’invite

La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Mais franchement tant mieux peut-être
Je perds mes clés je gagne une histoire
Et ça suffit pour tenir debout

À dix heures trente réunion d’équipe
Quelqu’un partage trente-six tableaux
Je dessine un poisson sur mon carnet
Il a l’air plus compétent que nous

À midi Sonia commande léger
Puis vole la moitié de mes frites
Elle dit : « Ça ne compte pas vraiment
Quand ça vient de l’assiette d’une copine »

Le serveur oublie mon dessert
Je décide que c’est philosophique
Certaines choses arrivent en retard
D’autres jamais et c’est très pratique

J’avais prévu d’être raisonnable
De répondre vite d’être joignable
Mais mon téléphone tombe à trois pour cent
Et soudain le monde se débrouille

La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un bus raté des pâtes trop cuites
Un grand discours dans ma tête
Puis « oui bien sûr » quand on m’invite

La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Mais franchement tant mieux peut-être
Je perds mes clés je gagne une histoire
Et ça suffit pour tenir debout

Dix-neuf heures six petite supérette
Je prends du lait des tomates du savon
Je repars avec un ananas
Et sans aucune explication

Le caissier demande si j’ai la carte
Je réponds oui puis cherche longtemps
Derrière moi personne ne soupire
C’est probablement un miracle local

Chez moi je cuisine en musique
Le chat refuse toute participation
Je mange debout près de l’évier
Comme une reine sans administration

On nous apprend les grandes décisions
Les beaux départs les lendemains utiles
Mais personne ne parle assez souvent
Du bonheur discret d’annuler un dîner

D’enlever ses chaussures trop tôt
De rire seule pour une phrase idiote
De trouver au fond d’un vieux sac
Le bonbon qu’on croyait disparu

La vie c’est souvent de travers
Un rendez-vous puis une autre route
Une mauvaise journée bien racontée
Devient presque une journée réussie

La vie c’est rarement comme prévu
Et c’est peut-être tout son talent
Je ferme les volets je laisse la vaisselle
Demain fera mieux… ou différemment

Minuit vingt-deux le réveil est prêt
Je promets d’être sérieuse demain
Le chat me regarde sans rien dire
Il connaît déjà très bien la fin

CREDITS
Performer: Mina Cazal
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Let the Good Times ...
Zayn Rix

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Zayn Rix
Meet Zayn Rix, the infectiously happy dance artist you've been waiting for. Hailing from the eclectic music scenes of his native city, Zayn embodies vibrant rhythms and can sure make a crowd move!

Bursting onto the scene from the pulsating heart of Manhattan, Zayn brings to mind the twinkling city lights and the unmistakable rush of midnight subway rides. His music is the sort of infectious dance-pop that makes you daydream of cloudless summer days and impromptu dance-offs at house parties. With clever lines and a touch of humor, he's like a Tommy Hilfiger cologne ad come to life - stylish, breezy and ceaselessly optimistic.

One whiff of his breakout hit, "Let the Good Times Roll," and you'll know exactly what we mean. Like eating cotton candy on a Ferris wheel, Zayn's music evokes a blissful sense of joy, making it impossible not to smile. He's that charmingly spontaneous friend who convinces you to skip the tedious office lunch for an exciting roller-coaster ride instead. His melodies are as infectious as his personality - a perfect lovechild of infectious beats and sunny vibes.

So here's to the good times, the dance-inducing melodies, and the relentlessly cheerful Zayn Rix. In the dance-pop universe, he's a rising star - serving joy on a catchy beat and reminding us that life is indeed, a party. So let's turn up the volume, get that body moving, and as Zayn would say, let the good times roll!
Track(s)
Let the Good Times Roll 95806 02:39

Let the Good Times Roll

Zayn Rix



Never been so nervous
To open up my mouth
My heart was jumpin' hurdles
Thought I'd let you down

Never been so certain
As I am right now
The way you grabbed my waist
Pulled me close and spun me 'round

We were just a couple kids
Actin' like we were adults
Tryin' to act cool but the truth is
You always made me laugh when you told jokes
And now I'm finally bein' honest with you
It feels so good
And who knew?
So go and get the girls and the guys
And the beer on ice
And let's let the good times roll

Grew up in the same hometown
And never took a chance
But what goes around comes around
I guess that's how the story ends

We were just a couple kids
Actin' like we were adults
Tryin' to act cool but the truth is
You always made me laugh when you told jokes
And now I'm finally bein' honest with you
It feels so good
And who knew?
So go and get the girls and the guys
And the beer on ice
And let's let the good times roll
And now I'm finally bein' honest with you
It feels so good
And who knew?
So go and get the girls and the guys
And the beer on ice
And let's let the good times roll

And who knew? And who knew? And who knew?
And who knew? And who knew? And who knew?

CREDITS
Performer: Zayn Rix
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Bad At Fractions
Ayvenn

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Ayvenn
Ayvenn was born and raised in Clearwater Heights, a quiet hillside town in Georgia where music wasn’t just background noise — it was how people coped, celebrated, and remembered. From Sunday gospel choirs to late-night Latin radio, the sounds around him shaped a boy who rarely spoke, but always listened. In silence, he learned to interpret the world. And when he began writing lyrics, it wasn’t about performance — it was about decoding feelings he couldn’t name.

Fusing Pop and R&B with understated Latin textures, Ayvenn crafts music that feels more like film than formula. His voice is warm, restrained, and precise — a narrator of emotional undercurrents rather than explosions. Each track unfolds slowly, deliberately, like memories coming into focus. There’s clarity in his subtlety, weight in his pauses.

His breakout song, “All for One Y.” was born from an unexpected connection. Hakan E — the mind behind Filodyo, known for his instinct in spotting rare talent — reached out after hearing early demos from Ayvenn. He sent a short message and a concept: “This isn’t a love song. It’s a math problem.” That idea resonated deeply. To Ayvenn, the X’s weren’t just variables — they were past mistakes, unanswered questions, the people he couldn’t quite hold onto. And the “Y”? The reason he kept trying.

Ayvenn recorded the song in a single late-night session, layering vocals with surgical attention, pulling tension from silence, and shaping each detail until it echoed with something intimate and real. To Solve for Y isn’t just a debut — it’s an internal dialogue turned outward, crafted for anyone who’s ever tried to explain a feeling they didn’t fully understand.

Now, Ayvenn is building a sound that’s emotionally meticulous, sonically immersive, and unmistakably his own. Every track is a quiet revelation. Every heartbreak, every wrong turn — part of the formula. And somewhere, at the end of it, is the answer. Always her.
Track(s)
Bad At Fractions 1049 03:41
All for One Y. 363719 04:18

Bad At Fractions

Ayvenn


You walked in counting every step
I lost track somewhere near your hips
You said “Baby keep it logical”
Then moved like logic didn’t exist

My drink was ninety-nine percent
Cool confidence and one percent fear
You leaned in close changed every sum
Now nothing adds up over here

I tried to draw a straight line
You turned it to a curve
I calculated all night
Still got what I deserve

I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
You take half then take the rest
My heart keeps doing multiplication
Every time you move like that

One plus one should make it simple
But with you the rules collapse
I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
So take all of me—do the math
*(Do the math baby)*
Take all of me—do the math
*(Uno dos—bring it back)*

You got a rhythm like a riddle
Every answer starts a fight
Your waist keeps changing the percentage
Of the chances I act right

I brought a list of good decisions
You divided every plan
Now my balance is suspicious
And my patience left the band

I tried to keep it even
You raised it to a ten
I checked the calculation
Then did it all again

I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
You take half then take the rest
My heart keeps doing multiplication
Every time you move like that

One plus one should make it simple
But with you the rules collapse
I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
So take all of me—do the math
*(Do the math baby)*
Take all of me—do the math
*(Uno dos—bring it back)*

You say “How much?”
*(All of it)*
I say “Too much”
*(Not enough)*
You say “Count it”
I lose my place
When that rhythm hits the bass

You say “How much?”
*(All of it)*
I say “Too much”
*(Not enough)*
No remainder no return
Let the whole equation burn

Square root round hips
Quick clap slow kiss
I know numbers I know facts
But you make two plus two misbehave like that

Left turn three steps
No sleep no regrets
Every theory that I had
Falls apart when you do that

*(Ay ay—do that)*
*(Otra vez—do that)*

**[Final Chorus]**
I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
You take half then take the rest
My heart keeps doing multiplication
Every time you move like that

One plus one should make it simple
But with you the rules collapse
I’m bad at fractions when you’re dancing
So take all of me—do the math

*(Do the math baby)*
Take all of me—do the math
*(Uno dos—bring it back)*
No remainder no looking back
Take all of me—do the math

CREDITS
Performer: Ayvenn
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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Just Like That
Checkmate

Verified Verified Artist

Checkmate
Checkmate formed in London out of restlessness rather than intention. Different neighborhoods, different backgrounds, same impulse: to move, to react, to play music that refuses to stand still. Ska was never a costume for them, it was a language. Fast rhythms, sharp turns, humor used as defiance. They grew up surrounded by noise, contradictions, and crowded streets, and their sound reflects that constant motion.

Their music is playful but not careless, political without slogans, chaotic but precise. Each member brings a different energy, and none of them try to smooth those edges out.

Checkmate thrives on contrast: bright melodies against nervous tension, joy next to disruption. What comes out is loud, physical, and alive. Their releases are heard only on Filodyo and NOT FM, where movement matters more than polish and nothing is forced to sit quietly in the background.
Track(s)
Just Like That 304340 03:31

Just Like That

Checkmate


Bus is late but the sun is out
Someone’s laughing way too loud
Corner shop knows my face
Same old song same old place

Shoelace broke still on time
Found a coin lost my mind
Nothing special nothing deep
But today’s been good to me

Radio plays that beat again
Head goes left feet say “amen”
I wasn’t looking for a sign
But the street feels right in time

Life’s doing fine yeah look around
Sticky tables familiar sounds
Not a movie not a plan
Just a good day where I stand

Life’s doing fine no big parade
Just walking slow no rush today
If this is all I’m cool with that
Yeah I like it just like that

Coffee spills laugh it off
Wrong turn but I don’t stop
Shoes too tight shirt’s too thin
Still smiling when I walk in

Someone hums the tune I know
Traffic moves then says hello
Nothing changed still feels new
Guess the trick is how you view

No winning streak no finish line
Just wasting time and feeling fine
If this moment’s all I get
I’m not mad at it yet

Life’s doing fine yeah look around
Bent street signs old beat-up towns
Not a headline not a scam
Just a good day where I stand

Life’s doing fine no big parade
Late night talks cheap lemonade
If this is all I’m cool with that
Yeah I like it just like that

Maybe tomorrow’s loud and rough
But today’s already enough
No promises no advice
Just breathing in a decent life

Life’s doing fine hear that horn
Someone dancing someone bored
Not a dream not a trap
Just a moment and I’ll clap

Life’s doing fine I’ll say it twice
Not perfect but it’s nice
If this is all I’m cool with that
Yeah I love it just like that

Just like that
Yeah just like that

CREDITS
Performer: Checkmate
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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