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La Marea
Hamartia

Verified Verified Artist

Hamartia
Hamartia, born Juliet Steiner, grew up in a strict Catholic family in Dublin, where expectations were high, and tradition ran deep. From an early age, Juliet knew she was different, but her family’s reaction to her sexual orientation was anything but supportive.

Feeling isolated and misunderstood, she sought solace in Greek mythology, where she discovered the concept of hamartia—a tragic flaw that often leads to downfall in ancient stories. Embracing the name Hamartia became her way of owning her identity and turning pain into strength, using it as a symbol of defiance against the societal norms that tried to suppress her.

Her move to Dublin’s vibrant underground music scene gave her the freedom to truly explore her voice. Hamartia quickly stood out for her unique vocal techniques, blending haunting tones with an emotive, almost ethereal quality that captivates listeners.

Her style, a mesmerizing fusion of Amplified Heart and pop dance, reflects both her inner turmoil and resilience. Each performance feels like a cathartic release, with her vocals carrying the weight of her past while moving toward something liberating and triumphant.

Hamartia's music doesn’t shy away from the complexities of love, loss, and self-discovery. Tracks like "I Don' Know" and "Eyes Wide Open" speak to the tension between vulnerability and empowerment, a delicate balance she has mastered through her songwriting.

Now a rising figure in Dublin’s pop dance scene, her unapologetic artistry resonates with fans who find strength in her journey. And as she continues to perform in venues across the city, Hamartia’s star keeps rising, proving that sometimes our flaws, real or perceived, are what make us truly extraordinary.
Track(s)
Elevate 18667 03:07
La Marea 18208 03:02
When The Day Is Done 21542 03:41
I Don't Know 17430 03:09
Eyes Wide Open 16077 02:31

La Marea

Hamartia


Moonlit ocean whispers low
Heartbeats run where shadows go
Hold your breath the tide's in flow
Feel the pulse from deep below

Crimson sky and sea’s embrace
Lost and found in love’s own chase
Silent echoes leave no trace
In the storm we face to face

Dance with me when waves collide
Hearts are wild like shifting tides
Underneath the sea we hide
In the swell we will confide

Mystic currents pull us near
Every touch erases fear
In the dark the way is clear
Tides of passion crystal clear

Hold me close the night is deep
Secrets in the water seep
Love's a torrent none can keep
Let the waves rock us to sleep

Dance with me when waves collide
Hearts are wild like shifting tides
Underneath the sea we hide
In the swell we will confide

CREDITS
Performer: Hamartia
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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Another Shot
Melly Rich

Verified Verified Artist

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 71193 02:22
Damn, I wish I were in Istanbul 16845 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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Hope and Happiness
Dave Martin

Verified Verified Artist

Dave Martin
Dave Martin was born in Toronto to a Dutch family, growing up with a deep appreciation for both his cultural roots and the vibrant city around him.

A passionate activist, Dave uses his platform to advocate for social and environmental causes, often organizing community events and rallies. Alongside his activism, he found his calling in music, becoming a well-known DJ in the local club scene.

His sets are a dynamic blend of electronic beats and world music, reflecting his diverse background and global outlook.

Dave Martin's dual roles as a DJ and activist make him a unique and influential figure in both the music and social justice communities.
Track(s)
Hope and Happiness 16758 02:36
Burnin' Like A Fire 15191 02:30

Hope and Happiness

Dave Martin


Hope and happiness
Sleeping on an airplane
I'm too afraid of heights
Can't hide from orange dreams

Get on my side
Get off my knees
Get on my side
Get off my knees

Daydreaming of Hillary
Of her running up the beaches
She always looks so good
With my hands up to my ears

Get on my side
Get off my knees
Get on my side
Get off my knees

Hope and happiness
Nothing in my brain
And no
No one knows my name

That's how I like it
Hope and dreams
Swimming in the ocean
Happiest I've ever been

Get on my side
Get off my knees
Get on my side
Get off my knees

Summer vacation
Gets so tiring
Find ourselves tangled up
God loves rocks
Personal friend of mine

Get on my side
Get off my knees
Get on my side
Get off my knees

CREDITS
Performer: Dave Martin
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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Afterglow
Emberlight

Verified Verified Artist

Emberlight
With a sound as vibrant and electric as the city skyline, Emberlight sparkles atop the New York music scene like a well-placed disco ball. This dazzling fem duo is crafting dance-centric eargasms in a city that never sleeps, and admirers say the afterbuzz is real.

Maybe it's the infectious charm of Jade and Sapphire, the synth-crafting mavens behind Emberlight - a happy byproduct of insomnia spent pumping out beats and laughing into the eternity of the early dawn. Or perhaps it's the uncanny ability to paint every corner of your brain with catchy hooks and foot-shaking rhythms, the kind that leaves you humming in the bathroom mirror, hours after the party ends.

"The secret?" Jade says, turning a knob on her mixer, before glancing up with twinkling eyes of mischief, "is pizza slices at 3am. New York's finest greased cardboard cuisine. That's where the magic happens." Sapphire rolls her eyes, fiddling with a tangled synth cable, "It's synesthesia," she corrects, "Our music tastes like a pepperoni pizza."

Their standout track "Afterglow" is proof enough - drenched in sunlight, the dance anthem bounces around your heart like a cute kick-ass kangaroo playing jump rope. It glistens and pops with precisely the kind of joy-sparking energy we need in these seriously grey times. Emberlight crafts electronic music that ignites the dancefloor, and keeps the embers burning long after last call. And isn't that a delicious nightcap to sip on?
Track(s)
Afterglow 92157 03:14

Afterglow

Emberlight



Woke up to the sound of trains
Running fast through yesterday
No mirror could hold that face
So I drew one in the rain

Told myself the weight was gone
But it echoed every dawn
Now I’ve stitched a different skin
One that doesn’t let you in

Built from pieces I denied (wooh)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (yeah)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (ay-ay)

No reruns in my mind
You were static dressed as light
Cut the strings that moved my hands
Now I write with no demands

Flipped the script the ink still dries
But I own each fragile line
Don’t need saving don’t need signs
I’m the storm you left behind

Built from pieces I denied (uh)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (yeah)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (woo ay-ay)

[Rap Verse – Male Vocal]
You thought I'd stay in the loop
Blueprint faded now I reboot
No rewind I’m not your past
New codes written in contrast

Cut ties like a data breach
Your reach got no hold on me
Was a ghost in your design
Now I ride the faultline

Every word I bit my tongue for
Every knock I held the door for
Now I tally scars like trophies
Turned the weight into my glory

Told ‘em I don’t chase old maps
Built new routes through all collapse
My name don’t echo back through yours
I'm the upgrade I’m the force (yeah)

Built from pieces I denied (uh)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (yeah)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (woo ay-ay)

Oooh
I left it all in that room
Keys turned locked the gloom

[Final Chorus]
Built from pieces I denied (yeah-yeah)
Wore the truth and dropped the pride (uh-huh)
Not your echo not your echo
I define the afterglow (let it shine ay-ay wooh)

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Life Feels Like Mor...
The Faded Ticket Booth

Verified Verified Artist

The Faded Ticket Booth
The Faded Ticket Booth is a four-piece Scottish acoustic group built around a warm, narrative-driven female vocal. Their music leans into everyday poetry rather than spectacle: upright bass, brushed drums, clean acoustic guitar, and voices that feel like shared conversation rather than performance. They sound like a street you’ve walked before but can’t quite place, a melody you remember without knowing when you heard it.

They formed on the quieter edges of Edinburgh’s busking circuits, shaping their sound in places where attention isn’t guaranteed — doorways, market corners, the brief hush that follows passing footsteps. That background taught them presence without volume; phrasing without force; sincerity without staging. Their arrangements remain intentionally uncluttered, preferring atmosphere over punch.

Influenced by the acoustic honesty of late-80s British folk-pop and the conversational phrasing of Eddi Reader, they record with a philosophy of leave the human parts in. Light string squeaks, the breath before a high note, the soft brush of a chord change — if it’s true, it stays. The result isn’t retro, but unhurried; not nostalgic, but familiar in a way that feels quietly earned.

Their recorded work is released in a deliberately limited way: not everywhere at once, not across every platform, but carried by NOT FM and Filodyo as their primary homes, where their catalog lives with the same intention as their songwriting. It isn’t framed as exclusivity for the sake of strategy — just a quieter kind of presence, placed where it feels understood.
Track(s)
Life Feels Like Morning 158925 03:02

Life Feels Like Morning

The Faded Ticket Booth


Sunlight pours like honey in my half-awake cup
Steps on the pavement keep lining me up
A soft little rhythm in the turn of the day
Like my heart learned the world had a kinder way

I don’t need a reason the reason found me
In the quiet of the doorway where the street meets the breeze

Life feels like morning like pages turning warm and slow
Love feels like timing like finding what you didn’t know
If the wind ever falters I’ll steady what I can
Life feels like morning again and again

There’s a stray-cat freedom in the corner of the lane
Windows with stories I can’t quite explain
Paper ships in puddles sailing nowhere grand
But isn’t that a voyage when the map’s in your hand?

I don’t need a reason the reason found me
In the hush before the chorus where the skyline agrees

Life feels like morning like pages turning warm and slow
Love feels like timing like finding what you didn’t know
If the wind ever falters I’ll steady what I can
Life feels like morning again and again

Maybe what we call “arrival” is just learning how to stand
Not to conquer every moment just to meet it where we land

Life feels like morning like chairs pulled out and waiting still
Love feels like timing like the echo of a windowsill
If the wind ever falters I’ll steady what I can
Life feels like morning… again and again

CREDITS
Performer: The Faded Ticket Booth
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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Self Mastery
Zahna Krouphouse

Verified Verified Artist

Zahna Krouphouse
Known for producing groovy beats that put a wiggle in your walk, Zahna Krouphouse is the hidden gem of the electronica scene with a penchant for igniting spontaneous kitchen dance parties. To the unassuming listener, Zahna's refreshing sound spells out freedom, exhilaration, and well... sheer joy!

Zahna got the break they've been waiting for when they were scouted by Filodyo. What started as a soundtrack for the aisle wanderers in stores turned out to be the foot-tapping, head-bobbing anthem for headphone warriors worldwide. Zahna's style? Think a vibrant fusion of Aphex Twin’s heart-thumping rhythm with Daft Punk's rhapsodic harmonies. But they punctuate it with a zesty twist of their own, stirring up their Krouphouse magic that flip-flops your heart and has your toes tapping a Morse code of elation.

Their crowning jewel? The catchy ditty christened "Self Mastery". Proving to be more than a hyped-up joyride, it's an electronic odyssey that weaves in the pulse of self-discovery, self-love, and well, mastering one's self. As Zahna says, it's the "digital lullaby of the self-actualized soul," if that doesn't make you double-click on their playlist, what will? On that happy note, may Zahna Krouphouse's music echo in your heart, head, and, inevitably, hips. Could you ask for a more funky companionship on your journey of self-mastery?
Track(s)
In Your Eyes 18669 03:09
Self Mastery 23167 03:48

Self Mastery

Zahna Krouphouse


Verse 1:
Life throws its punches but I hold my ground
Emotions may rage but I won't be drowned
Through every trial I stand tall and strong
In the darkest hours I sing my own song

Chorus:
Self-control my guiding star
Through the chaos I'll go far
In the heat of battle I find my way
With inner strength I seize the day

Bridge:
In the quiet of my mind I find my peace
In life's whirlwind my worries cease
With every step I take command
Self-mastery my guiding hand

Outro:
So I stand resolute against the fray
With self-control I'll find my way
In life's dance I'll always strive
With unwavering resolve I'll thrive

CREDITS
Performer: Zahna Krouphouse
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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But North Keeps
The Absents

Verified Verified Artist

The Absents
The Absents are a four-piece synth-pop and modern disco-pop band hailing from Brighton, on the south coast of the United Kingdom. The lineup consists of Elliot Kane (vocals), Ryan Whitford (keyboards & production), Callum Price (bass guitar & synth bass), and Jamie Harlow (guitar & backing vocals). The four met in 2018 at a local music festival, where a late-night jam session revealed a shared passion for blending the melodic elegance of 80s synth-pop with the energy and polish of modern pop production.

Deeply influenced by the infectious hooks and emotive energy of Erasure, The Absents quickly began writing together, crafting songs that pair bright synth textures with tight bass grooves and subtle funk undertones. Their early rehearsals took place in a modest studio near Brighton’s seafront, a space that soon became their creative sanctuary and the birthplace of their signature sound.

In 2019, the band released their debut single, which found its way onto local radio playlists and began circulating through London’s club scene. Known for their vivid light shows, charismatic stage presence, and danceable, high-energy sets, The Absents built a reputation as one of the most exciting new acts in the UK’s pop landscape.

Today, The Absents continue to bridge nostalgia and modernity, reaching audiences far beyond the British Isles. Elliot’s commanding yet soulful vocals, Ryan’s shimmering synth arrangements, Callum’s deep, driving grooves, and Jamie’s melodic guitar lines come together to create a live experience that is as unforgettable as it is electrifying.
Track(s)
When the Noise Fades 290140 04:00
But North Keeps 194868 03:46

But North Keeps

The Absents


Rust runs along the rails to nowhere
Morning stations breathe a scent of iron
Words melt in my hands like shards of ice
Even when I speak it’s someone else’s song

Foreign clocks drag their feet
The wind calls me by names I’ve never worn

This city feels like a mirror I’ve never owned
My steps fall on stones that don’t remember me
I drew a map with the length of my shadow
But north keeps pointing somewhere else

Cracked windows hold the faces of other lives
Salted bread is torn with prayers I can’t translate
I keep the roofs of distant houses in my eyes
But the mailbox stays empty — no one arrives

Foreign clocks drag their feet
The wind calls me by names I’ve never worn

This city feels like a mirror I’ve never owned
My steps fall on stones that don’t remember me
I drew a map with the length of my shadow
But north keeps pointing somewhere else

A ticket in my pocket
Its destination still a stranger
Maybe it’s one-way out
Or just another foreign land

Rust runs along the rails to nowhere
And I keep walking without a border to cross

CREDITS
Performer: The Absents
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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Albion
Erik Lindholm

Verified Verified Artist

Erik Lindholm
Swedish born and dance-floor dominator, Erik Lindholm, boasts a temperament as lively as his pulsating bass lines. His sonic sensibilities, threaded through every groove in his heart-thumping dance maestro, are as intriguing as the tale of his journey to the top of the beat kingdom.

Raised in the heart of Gothenburg, Lindholm's coming-of-age could be likened to a groovy scandi-noir episode spiced with Abba tracks. His gruff but supportive Fishmonger father, Olaf, served up his son's first taste of rhythm with the flick of his filleting knife, while his samba-loving mother, Ingrid, nurtured his love for infectious cadence. Schooldays were filled with misadventures involving tin-can drum sets, impromptu corridor concerts, and confiscated mixtapes. Bet his bemused math teacher never guessed this rebel with a cause would rise as a dance music sovereign.

Advertising his outright refusal to be pigeonholed, Lindholm's "Albion" is more than an axiom of his sound, it's a representation of his relentless pursuit of reinvention. This dance-infused ode to joy, shimmers with synths, pulsates with kinetic beats and is as intoxicating as a round of round-the-clock-midsummer-Swedish-sunshine. It's a rollicking auditory journey aptly capturing his carpe diem approach to making people move and groove.

Erik Lindholm's music vividly paints a colorful backdrop of effervescent vibes and infectious enthusiasm. And while we could end this with something delightfully corny like, "this Scandinavian sensation is dancing to the beat of his own drum machine," let's leave it at this - Lindholm lives to make hearts thump in sync with his beats, and folks, he sure succeeds.
Track(s)
Albion 18576 03:17

Albion

Erik Lindholm


Why do great times feel so silent
Why do doormen wear rags
Why do women in love
Feel so dead

In a dead world why do great times feel so silent
Over ripped sheet music why do doormen wear rags
On the Pavonia sewers why do women in love
Feel so dead in a dead world
Where Albion is silent where Albion is silent

Why do great times feel so silent
Why do doormen wear rags
Why do women in love
Feel so dead

Why is our pretty nurse standing there
Why that sorry expression on the face of her lover
So I spake to him of womankind
I said here council's floral it svours like the thyme

He said
How could you blame me when I told you it was her
I said
And we know the truth
You're a lover like your father

Later in the painting room as Ripper's painting light
Comes the lover placed by my hand
On the canvas of our wedding night
There a similitude derues your lover's blush tonight
As her florescent eyes explore mine
So remember even flowers are suseptible to night

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Memories
Hazel Vaughn

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Hazel Vaughn
Hazel Vaughn: The pop belle with a twangy accent who managed to steal the hearts of the indie world. She’s the chirpy nightingale from Virginia, whose lyrics remind you of dog-eared diary pages, scribbled in the golden hues of bygone days.

Unlike your cookie-cutter pop stars, Hazel's got a voice that's as rich and comforting as Southern sweet tea. She waltzes between woeful tales of love and nostalgia seasoned with notes of jingle-jangle pop. Everything from her honey-soaked vocals to her homespun charisma wraps you in a joyful yearning, a testament to her unparalleled knack for audio storytelling.

By far, Vaughn's standout track "Memories" has cemented her place in listeners' hearts. It's a deceptively breezy jam, packed with her knack for tugging both heartstrings and guitar strings alike. Underneath the playful tempo, you can almost hear the nostalgia dripping out, invoking halcyon summer days and resurrecting ghosts of first loves.

Our Virginia story-weaver embodies what it means to be a pop artist with depth, warmth, and a pinch of sweet Southern charm. Where Hazel Vaughn goes, an addictive serenade of happy nostalgia follows–humming reminders of memories we thought we'd lost, but dance upon hearing her tunes. The tales continue to spiral through song. Let's all lend an ear, shall we?
Track(s)
Memories 15285 02:23

Memories

Hazel Vaughn


I have limited information
Flowers in oil
People in formation
For all the things they stole

All you want to whistle
Kettle on the stove
Together with some tea
Purple and gold

Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost

All you have is this skin
And what you taught me
And how you made a mark on all these things
You meant everything

I have trouble breathing
New town
New number
You were eighteen
I'll be crawling under

Oh please do not sleep here
Tell me the truth
You should have disappeared
But I fell for you

Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost
Oh this town is empty
And you are a ghost

CREDITS
Performer: Hazel Vaughn
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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DNC (feat Jace T)
Erica

Verified Verified Artist

Erica
Say hello to Erica, a gem unearthed from the misty fjords of Bergen, Norway, serenading the world with her dance tunes. This synth-swirling belter could make a sardine shimmy with her infectious energy.

Growing up with classical piano lessons under Norway's perpetual drizzle, Erica found her musical identity sandwiched between her mom's Edith Piaf records and the emotional pull of her dad's synth fascination. While most 16-year-olds are busy amassing Instagram followers, Erica channeled her teenage angst into penning down her first song. It never saw the light of day, but listen closely at her concerts and you might hear her hum those nostalgic notes.

Erica shifted her base to the bustling streets of Berlin at 23, transitioning from a street musician to minimalist stages with a poise that could make Madonna go green. Her biggest hit has to be "DNC", a song that will make your feet tap and heart flutter before you even realize. Ever seen a packed room fall silent? Attend an Erica gig, as her whispers hush the room, except for that one guy always clapping off-beat.

Straddling both cheerful and profound, Erica's music echoes her journey. Dancing through life, one synth-filled melody at a time, she's proving that you can take a Norwegian out of the rain, but you can't take the rhythm out of the girl.
Track(s)
DNC (feat Jace T) 101049 02:49

DNC (feat Jace T)

Erica


Game start

D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C
D-N-C D-N-C — uh uh-huh uh-huh
D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C
D-N-C D-N-C — uh uh-huh uh-huh

Message popped — you said “what’s the plan?”
I said “spotlight speakers and fans”
No need for heels just sneakers and heat
Let’s meet where the night skips a beat oh-oh-oh

Don’t you want me like I want you baby?
Don’t you feel it when the lights turn low?
We’ll sleep later now the floor is waiting
All you gotta do is just say “go”

Let’s dance — just a little closer
No chance — that I’m movin’ slower
Midnight — we can make it ours
Don’t hold back now this groove got power

D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C
D-N-C D-N-C — uh uh-huh uh-huh

Yeah lights flashin’ heart's tappin’ the beat
You the cheat code makin' rhythm complete
No cap you a glitch in the matrix
Caught up in your vibe yeah it’s dangerous

Late night—steppin’ out like a boss
One move and I’m already lost
You spin I follow like fate in loops
We the headline — no need for groups

Call me when you’re close
Text me one emoji
You know where the rhythm is
Baby don’t be lowkey

Let’s dance — just a little closer
No chance — that I’m movin’ slower
Midnight — we can make it ours
Don’t hold back now this groove got power

[Hook – both voices layered]
D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C
D-N-C D-N-C — uh uh-huh uh-huh
D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C D-N-C
D-N-C D-N-C — uh uh-huh uh-huh

Say it once say it right
Let’s move just tonight
Say it once say it right
Just move just tonight
D-N-C

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

© 2026 filodyo. All rights reserved.

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Chasing The Rhythm
Nana Bear

Verified Verified Artist

Nana Bear
Surviving on honeycomb cereal and iced coffee, Nana Bear is a dance-obsessed maestro from the city of the Grizzlies: Memphis, Tennessee. Conquering every beat with unabated joy, this indie artist possesses an unmatched ability to tickle your serotonin receptors!

Spending her days daydreaming in Elvis Presley's birthplace turned her into a storyteller with rhythm in her veins. Nana Bear’s journey weaves a tale of a wistful girl who tamed the wild heartbeats of Memphis, transformed them into 'Dance' symphonies, and offered them to the world. All this while under the umbrella of Filodyo, which has given her the freedom to paint her rhythmic dreams on the canvas of life.

"Chasing The Rhythm" is an enchanting melody that best represents Nana Bear; it’s as if she's inviting you to a game of tag through a field of beat blossoms, evoking a sense of joy which bubbles up until you're grinning like an imbecile. A crossover between Dirty Dancing and Fun House, her musical offering is like a kaleidoscope of energetic and euphoric sound waves.

Creativity and humor ride shotgun as she explores the multifaceted realms of the dance genre, infusing it with a joyous twinkle that only a Nana Bear can. Armed with unadulterated enthusiasm, Nana Bear serves a musical feast fostering the happiest mood, inviting you to let your guard down and simply embrace the melody. It's impossible not to be swept up in the vibrant current of this supremely gifted Memphis Grizzly.
Track(s)
Chasing The Rhythm 20159 03:18

Chasing The Rhythm

Nana Bear


Shadows dance where the skyline bends
Concrete veins with a life that blends
A thousand faces stories collide
Searching for meaning in the great divide

Fingers trace lines on a screen of glass
Moments captured but they never last
Every heartbeat a fragile thread
Holds the weight of words unsaid

We’re chasing the rhythm of a fleeting spark
Lost in the noise but lighting the dark
We build we break we rise we fall
A silent anthem for us all

Breath of dawn paints a fragile hue
Between the old and the sudden new
Dreams dissolve then reappear
Mapping the scars we’ve learned to wear

Waves crash loud on the shores of change
Pulling us closer but the tides rearrange
Every heartbeat a fragile thread
Holds the weight of words unsaid

We’re chasing the rhythm of a fleeting spark
Lost in the noise but lighting the dark
We build we break we rise we fall
A silent anthem for us all

Voices hum in a quiet refrain
Echoes of what we can’t explain
The stars above the ground below
Both hold secrets we’ll never know

And when the ashes fall like snow
Will we learn what we didn’t show?
The past is a mirror the future a flame
We’re reflections playing the same game

We’re chasing the rhythm of a fleeting spark
Lost in the noise but lighting the dark
We build we break we rise we fall
A silent anthem for us all

Fading whispers of where we’ve been
A fragile cycle begins again

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

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