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The Fridge Is Takin...
Funny Harry
Verified Artist
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.
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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Corazón en la Calle
Zaharela B
Verified Artist
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.
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.
Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting prohibited.
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We Had A Better Tim...
Max Donovan
Verified Artist
Max Donovan
Max Donovan is a Los Angeles-based singer-songwriter known for his soulful melodies and evocative storytelling. Born into the heart of Hollywood, Max was surrounded by the entertainment industry from a young age. His father, a dedicated sound and lighting technician named Michael Donovan, spent his life behind the scenes, setting up the intricate systems that brought movies to life. His mother, Elena Pierce, is a seasoned actress who has appeared in several supporting roles in both film and television, adding a touch of on-screen magic to his upbringing.
Growing up amidst the hustle and bustle of film sets, Max developed a deep appreciation for the arts. While his father's tales of the golden days of Hollywood fascinated him, it was the emotional resonance of music that truly captured his heart.
Encouraged by his parents, he began exploring various instruments and writing songs during his teenage years. His family's blend of technical expertise and artistic flair inspired Max to create music that is both thoughtfully composed and deeply personal.
Max's debut single, "We Had A Better Time," is a heartfelt homage to the stories his father shared about the past. The song blends nostalgic lyrics with contemporary acoustic sounds, reflecting on simpler times and the enduring bonds of family.
The track has garnered attention for its sincerity and relatability, marking Max as a promising new voice in the music scene. When he's not in the studio, you might catch Max performing at local venues across LA, carrying on his family's legacy in the entertainment world.
We Had A Better Time (ft Jason Harper)
Max Donovan
I remember LA streets
Cruisin' down Sunset in the haze
Back when life was so sweet
Golden days living through a craze
Music played through the night
We were young felt so right
Those years were gold
Bright and bold
Now stories told
Hearts grown cold
We had a better time (yeah better time!)
When the world was free (world was free)
Now they’ve crossed the line (crossed the line)
What do we see? (do we see)
A city lost in misery (misery)
Neon signs and wild dreams
We were kings we ruled the scene
Now it’s not what it seems
Lost the spark the soul the sheen
People now chase empty gold
Trade their hearts lose their hold
Those years were gold
Bright and bold
Now stories told
Hearts grown cold
We had a better time (yeah better time!)
When the world was free (world was free)
Now they’ve crossed the line (crossed the line)
What do we see? (do we see)
A city lost in misery (misery)
Yearning for the
Golden days
Those years were gold
Bright and bold
Now stories told
Hearts grown cold
Back then the city had a pulse
a rhythm and a beat
Fast cars big dreams
livin' life on repeat
From the Walk of Fame
to the Venice Beach sands
Every corner every block
magic in our hands
Skateboards on the boulevard
neon lights aglow
Fashion trends music bends
the energy would flow
We were rebels in the night
no chains could hold us back
Now it's shadows of the past
memories we lack
Chasing paper losing soul
where did passion go?
Grit and glory now just stories
lost in hollow glow
Once a city full of life
now it's just a ghost
Echoes of the laughter
it's the past we miss the most
We had a better time (yeah better time!)
When the world was free (world was free)
Now they’ve crossed the line (crossed the line)
What do we see? (do we see)
A city lost in misery (misery)
We had a better time (yeah better time!)
When the world was free (world was free)
Now they’ve crossed the line (crossed the line)
What do we see? (do we see)
A city lost in misery (misery)
CREDITS
Performer: Max Donovan
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Catastrofe
Ra Rauw 42
Verified Artist
Ra Rauw 42
Ra Rauw 42 is a Berlin-based hip hop trio redefining what underground sound means in the heart of Europe. Formed in 2022, the group brings together three contrasting forces: Jonas “JZ” Klinke, a battle-scarred lyricist raised on Neukölln’s street corners; Felix “Nebula” Brandt, an analog synth hoarder with a soft spot for East German radio textures; and Lina “Vel” Morgenstern, a conservatory dropout whose icy vocals and haunting hooks give the group its signature edge.
Their paths crossed at a chaotic warehouse rave in Friedrichshain. JZ was freestyling through the fog machine, Nebula hijacked the aux cable to drop a grime bootleg, and Vel—originally just photographing the night—ended up singing the hook that silenced the crowd. That spontaneous moment led to their first studio session, where “Catastrofe” was born.
“Catastrofe”, their explosive debut single, dropped exclusively on Filodyo, bypassing traditional platforms in a deliberate move to keep their sound raw and uncensored. It’s not just a song—it’s a signal. Ra Rauw 42 isn’t asking for attention. They’re taking it.
Catastrofe
Ra Rauw 42
Ra-Rauw
Raul Alejandro
Austin Baby
Chris Jedi
Gaby Music
Dime
Baby
I don't think I'll survive until the weekend
She wants me to become vegan
Your girlfriend
My favorite stripper
She's a little prettier
But just as toxic as you
I met you at a club in Medellin
I wanted to put you in a Lamborghini (Woh woh woh woh)
'Cause she's a party girl (Party girl)
And I gave her a pill (I gave her a pill woh)
I just have a message for you (Message)
I don't want to see you again
Have a good life (Have a good life)
I hope you lose your wallet (Hope you lose your wallet)
And you cry over every song (Oh my God)
I hope you run out of gas (Gas)
Your favorite song gets deleted (Gets deleted)
And your flight gets canceled (Gets canceled)
And you have a catastrophic night (Catastrophic night)
I hope you get a flat tire (Flat tire)
Your period is delayed for ten days (Delayed for ten days)
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled (Gets spoiled)
And you have a catastrophic night (And you have a catastrophic night)
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
I don't think I'll survive until the weekend (Until the weekend)
She wants me to become vegan (Vegan)
Your girlfriend
My favorite stripper (Oh my God)
She's a little prettier
But just as toxic as you (Baby)
I met you at a club in Medellin (Medellin)
I wanted to put you in a Lamborghini (Lamborghini)
(Woh woh woh woh)
'Cause she's a party girl (Party girl)
And I gave her a pill (Gave her a pill woh)
(Oh oh oh)
(Oh oh oh)
I just have a message for you (Message)
I don't want to see you again
Have a good life (Have a good life)
I hope you lose your wallet (Hope you lose your wallet)
And you cry over every song (Oh my God)
I hope you run out of gas (Gas)
Your favorite song gets deleted (Gets deleted)
And your flight gets canceled (Gets canceled)
And you have a catastrophic night (Catastrophic night)
I hope you get a flat tire (Flat tire)
Your period is delayed for ten days (Delayed for ten days)
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled (Gets spoiled)
And you have a catastrophic night (And you have a catastrophic night)
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
And you have a catastrophic night
(And you have a catastrophic night)
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
And you have a catastrophic night
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
Catastrophic night
And your favorite tequila gets spoiled
CREDITS
Performer: Ra Rauw 42
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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Pieces Of Tomorrow
Glass Orchard
Verified Artist
Glass Orchard
Glass Orchard: underdogs from Iceland's burgeoning musical arena, who've taken indie beats and songwriting to a whole new Frosty level. Headed by a commanding male lead supported by a dynamic duo of keyboardists, they're melting all sorts of icy musical conventions.
Born under the northern lights of Reykjavik, they're often joked as the "fruity version" of Sigur Rós. Our main man pulls emotional threads like a seasoned weaver, belting out raw, hearty verses that contrast blissfully against the soft twinkling of the keyboards, played by our male-female dynamic duo. And boy, do they peel back the layers!
Their most noteworthy track, "Pieces of Tomorrow", tantalizingly teeters between radio-friendly pop and their native avant-garde sound. It’s like biting into an enchanted apple; filled with textured layers of auditory delight. Get ready to chomp down to get a taste of the future through their fresh, clairvoyant tunes.
Once you've had a bite of Glass Orchard, you'll understand why Iceland's not just famous for their geysers and quirky mayor. Much like their namesake, they reflect a myriad of perspectives under one musical roof. Sweet, tangy, and reliably crisp, Glass Orchard’s music serves us delicious pieces of tomorrow, today.
Pieces Of Tomorrow
Glass Orchard
I remember
Little pieces
Little pieces
Of tomorrow
I woke up in a moving city
With your message on my phone
Saying nothing lasts forever
But I hate the word alone
There were faces in the window
There were names I couldn’t place
I was dancing through the morning
Trying not to see your face
I don’t wanna fall back
I don’t wanna fade out
I don’t wanna stand still
Waiting for the same sound
If the night is broken
Let the beat repair it
If my heart is open
I’m not scared to wear it
Piece by piece
I come alive
Little lights
Inside my mind
Beat by beat
I feel the fire
You were gone
But I got higher
Piece by piece
I’m not the same
I lost you once
But found my name
Oh-oh-oh
I come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
Come alive
Come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
Come alive
Come alive
Little pieces
Of tomorrow
I kept walking through the static
With my shadow next to me
Every heartbreak has a rhythm
If you let the body breathe
I was more than what you left with
More than tears on bathroom tiles
Now the bassline pulls me forward
And I’m learning how to smile
I don’t wanna fall back
I don’t wanna fade out
I don’t wanna stand still
Waiting for the same sound
If the night is broken
Let the beat repair it
If my heart is open
I’m not scared to wear it
Piece by piece
I come alive
Little lights
Inside my mind
Beat by beat
I feel the fire
You were gone
But I got higher
Piece by piece
I’m not the same
I lost you once
But found my name
Oh-oh-oh
I come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
Maybe love is not a place
Maybe home can change its shape
Maybe all the things we lose
Turn into another way
I don’t need the past to call
I don’t need the door unlocked
I can be the one who breaks
And still becomes the song
Piece by piece
I come alive
Little lights
Inside my mind
Beat by beat
I feel the fire
You were gone
But I got higher
Piece by piece
I’m not the same
I lost you once
But found my name
Oh-oh-oh
I come alive
Piece by piece
I come alive
I remember
Little pieces
Little pieces
Of tomorrow
Piece by piece
I come alive
CREDITS
Performer: Glass Orchard
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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Rush
Zayne Archer
Verified Artist
Zayne Archer
Zayne Archer is a boundary-pushing alternative pop artist known for his electrifying soundscapes and cinematic storytelling. Blending pulsing synths, raw vocals, and immersive production, he crafts songs that feel like adrenaline-fueled journeys through neon-lit nights.
Born in a city that never sleeps, Zayne grew up surrounded by the hum of technology and the restless energy of the streets. His music reflects that tension—between chaos and control, between the past and the unknown future. With "Rush," his latest single, he captures the thrill of breaking free, a sonic dive into the moment where hesitation vanishes and the only way is forward.
Unapologetic, relentless, and charged with emotion, Zayne Archer is more than just a musician—he’s a force in motion.
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Rush
Zayne Archer
You ever feel like… everything’s just waiting to break?
Like the air is charged the ground is humming?
No map No guide Just the rush—
Frequencies twist through the air
Signals lost but we don’t care
Glass reflections shift and break
Every risk is ours to take
Wires hum beneath our skin
Circuits glow pull us in
No escape no rewind
(Oh-oh-oh)
Rush collide feel the spark
Running fast through the dark
No more doubts no more chains
We are fire in the rain—hey! (whoa-oh!)
Moving faster pulse in sync
Gravity’s a faded link
Rules dissolve like vapor trails
Every step rewrites the tale
Wires hum beneath our skin
Circuits glow pull us in
No escape no rewind
(Oh-oh-oh)
Rush collide feel the spark
Running fast through the dark
No more doubts no more chains
We are fire in the rain—hey! (whoa-oh!)
No echoes left to guide us home
We build the path we walk alone
No end in sight no need to know
Just let go—(oh-oh-oh!)
Falling forward hands untied
Diving deep into the night
No regrets no space no time
Just the sound of hearts aligned
CREDITS
Performer: Zayne Archer
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
Verified Artist
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.
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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Season's Closure
Aria Collins
Verified Artist
Aria Collins
When the orb of the music industry introduces another jewel into its glittering galaxy, it isn't often you come across a gem like Aria Collins – an "Alternative" genre artist painting our auditory landscape with hues of hope. The artist who owns the spotlight of the Season’s Closure single is notorious for her upbeat, hopeful aura which she insists on weaving into all her melodies.
Collins hails from a cacophonic family of eight, each deciphering their own tune in the bustling soundscape of Las Vegas. It’s in this familial symphony that she picked up her love for music. Accidentally grabbing her brother’s guitar instead of the fireplace poker one winter, a flicker of rhythm flowed through her. Half a strum in, and Aria knew how to summon the smoky, soulful voice that would encapsulate her entire musical career. They always say art comes from chaos. With seven siblings, Aria had plenty to tap into.
Collins is as unpredictable as a shuffling playlist; the appealing paradox of straying from the status quo, yet seamlessly syncing with her audience's vibe. Expect everything from thought-provoking lyrics, a platter of chaotic, raw emotion delivered with such polish, it'll make the silver spoon look like a teaspoon. And dare we mention, her humor dances on the fine line between I-can't-breathe-laughing and appalling. She once staged a mini concert on a hitchhiker’s bus ride only to end it with a dramatic pantomime of “tactical falling”, much to the intrigue of the passengers. Aria Collins, ladies and gentlemen, a small package carrying a vast musical universe within her, promising a journey you won’t forget.
Season's Closure
Aria Collins
I found you out on the shoreline
While waitin' for the undertow
A whisper of the divine
A map to take me home
Hotter than the summer air
We tore our nights apart
Tanglin' our toes
Sun in our head
Ooh
You had my heart
Then the 34 North wind came
Coast had somethin' unsettling to say
Suddenly sun-touched skin was so cold on mine
And then I lost you to time
Even hotter than the summer air
We tore our nights apart
Tanglin' our toes
Sun in our head
You had my heart
And in those moments
I knew
That it wouldn't last long
But you did
Too
And now my nighttimes sing this song (It goes)
"So hot" ("Hot" is how we both said "hello")
Hotter than the summer air
(A night a kiiism the first time our lips touched in the mellow)
We tore our nights apart
(A funny ha-ha when I laughed so hard at your nostrils'
Twitch-twitch-twitch in and out like while out on Caddy's estuvo swim)
Tanglin' our toes
Sun in our head
(We planned for no okay-vacation)
You had my heart
(We unplugged where the sun always shone)
CREDITS
Performer: Aria Collins
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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I’m Breaking Out
Kara Vellin
Verified Artist
Kara Vellin
Getting your dance shoes on yet, you cheeky lot? Well, you better do, coz we're dialling up the groove with the effervescent Kara Vellin! Brimming with more electricity than that dodgy socket in your nan's garden shed, this dazzling diva hails from the pretend glitzy town of Vellinville.
You'll be hard-pushed to find a signpost to Vellinville on Google Maps, but trust us—it's right at the intersection of Powerhouse Avenue and Infectious Tune Terrace. This bustling burg pulses to Kara Vellin's contagiously upbeat rhythms, soundtracking back garden boogies, impromptu kitchen discos and wild dreams of freedom under the glittering disco ball.
"I'm Breaking Out" is Kara's iridescent calling card—close your peepers and watch her shimmy through your cerebrum like a day-glo dynamo. This dance floor princess's tracks are the aural equivalent of cracking open a neon piñata—there's a vibrant shower of happy in every beat. Is it confetti or synths raining down? Who cares, we’re all smiles here!
Throw a dart at a chart of dance music’s multiverse, and you'll hit something that Vellin has jubilantly commandeered for her own playground. So grab your glowsticks, drench yourself in biodegradable glitter and join our neon queen as she lights up the dance floor — Kara Vellin is in the house, and now, so are you.
I’m Breaking Out
Kara Vellin
New shoes clean slate—
Steppin’ out can’t wait
Used to tiptoe used to fade
Your spotlight made my colors grey
Now I’m bright and walking bold
No more playing stories told
No need to whisper down my shine
I dance louder every time
This is mine (uh) all this light (yeah)
Took it back now I feel right (so right)
No more small no more doubt
Watch me spin I’m breaking out (woo!)
Head high beat flows—
That shadow? Gone like echoes
Didn’t ask but I was framed
Fit your mold but I won’t stay
Mirror cracked and I walked through
Now I’m framed in something true
Used to dim to let you rise
Now I glow in open skies
This is mine (mine) all this light (light)
Took it back now I feel right (feel right)
No more small no more doubt
Watch me spin I’m breaking out (uh-huh!)
Step for step I own this beat—
I’m the one you can’t delete
Hands up breath full
I’m not hiding I’m in control
Every move every beat—
Feels like I’m finally complete
CREDITS
Performer: Kara Vellin
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: NOTFM - notfm.com
© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.
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My Soul Is Healed
Sandra Johanson
Verified Artist
Sandra Johanson
Brimming with techno energy and crispy beats, Sandra Johanson will make even the stiffest wallflower sway. She is not just your next-door DJ, but rather the queen of EDM who knows how to heal souls through rhythm.
With a backstory as intricate as her synth lines, Sandra hails from a tiny town in North Dakota, where cornfields outnumber dance clubs. Just when her life was about to be earmarked by an inevitable career in poultry farming, destiny gifted her an antique turntable. It's said that turkeys ran wild with delight in her mix of The Chicken Dance, and Sandra knew she had found her calling. Trading hens for headphones, she burst onto the underground scene with distinctive fresh sounds, uplifting energy, and a disquieting affinity for bird-themed track titles.
Over time, Sandra has built a loyal following with her spirited mixes. Her quintessential creation "My Soul Is Healed" masterfully marries muted basslines, playful rhythms, and ethereal vocals, delivering pure ecstasy to every dance floor it touches. A mash-up of disco, house and electronica elements, it sways, it soars, and it heals- just as the title promises.
Sandra Johanson is more than a name; she is your everyday superhero with a mixer, who graces the dance scene with joyous vibrance. Keeping it casual with a cap and oversized sweater, and a personality full of wit that shines brighter than any disco ball, Sandra highlights that happy beats don’t necessitate flashy clobbers and ostentatious attitudes. Just press play, let the groove take over, and feel your soul heal at the hands of this musical maestro.
My Soul Is Healed
Sandra Johanson
Lost within the aisles wandering astray
Enthralled by the shelves in a silent ballet
Each product beckons with a silent allure
In this retail haven I'm lost unsure
Aisle by aisle a world of wonder revealed
In the beauty of the shelves my soul is healed
Captivated by the offerings in every display
In this shopping symphony I dance and sway
Within the racks I find solace in each glance
In the simplicity of choice I take a chance
For amidst the chaos of the store's grand design
I discover serenity in every shelf's line
CREDITS
Performer: Sandra Johanson
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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Too Much
Expired Youth Club
Verified Artist
Expired Youth Club
Expired Youth Club are a fictional female-fronted alternative-pop trio exploring what happens when emotion refuses to stay contained. Vocalist Lena Voss formed the project with bassist Rae Kim and drummer Simone Vale after the three bonded over unfinished demos and a shared appetite for songs that could sound vulnerable and explosive at once.
Their song “Too Much” turns emotional intensity into a physical current. The lyrics move between attraction, anxiety and self-awareness, while a rising rhythm mirrors the feeling of trying—and failing—to keep every reaction under control. Lena’s vocal shifts from close confession to a charged chorus without apologizing for its volume.
Expired Youth Club pair indie textures with pop instincts and a slightly restless edge. Their music treats sensitivity as voltage rather than weakness, giving oversized feelings a place to move, break and glow.
Too Much
Expired Youth Club
I keep it folded tight
Like a letter in my coat
Then you say my name
And the whole thing starts to glow
My chest goes loud
My hands forget to rest
One look from you
And I’m a live wire in a dress
It comes in waves
It comes in red
It takes my calm
And shakes my bed
I try to hold back
Try to stay clean
But you pull the truth
Right out of me
Too much too much
I feel too much
(too much too much)
I break I rush
Too much too much
I feel too much
(and I don’t know how)
To hold this touch
I laugh too hard
Then I fall too deep
I say “I’m fine”
But it won’t let me sleep
Every little hurt
Gets a name gets a face
Every little joy
Leaves a mark I can’t replace
It comes in waves
It comes in red
It takes my calm
And shakes my bed
I try to hold back
Try to stay clean
But you pull the truth
Right out of me
Too much too much
I feel too much
(too much too much)
I break I rush
Too much too much
I feel too much
(and I don’t know how)
To hold this touch
If I go quiet
I’m not gone
I’m just full
And hanging on
Don’t call it weakness
Don’t call it a flaw
It’s just a heart
That wants it all
Too much too much
I feel too much
(too much too much)
I break I rush
Too much too much
I feel too much
(and I don’t know how)
To hold this touch
CREDITS
Performer: Expired Youth Club
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.
