A hypnotic journey through deep house and tech house, blending dub-inspired grooves with melodic layers and lowkey electronic textures. Pulsing basslines and warm, deep male vocals float over subtle percussion, creating a sound that is both intimate and club-ready.

Echoing the atmospheric style of WhoMadeWho, Monolink, Booka Shade, Adana Twins and Solomun, Amtrac, this track moves between late-night introspection and dancefloor tension, where dub elements dissolve into melodic crescendos. 

While the influences range from synthpop and indie electronica to deep house, tech house and techno, the music always retains a clear signature – melancholic, textured, and unmistakably my own.

Your Sweater’s Still Here

A track that captures the pulse of the night, eyes dazed by the spinning light of a giant disco ball, feet lost in motion, heart wide open. The sound is a glowing echo of late-night euphoria, channeling the hypnotic energy of Underworld and the bittersweet drive of New Order. It’s built on steady, grooving rhythms, drenched in analogue warmth and streaks of neon melancholy. A soundtrack for moments suspended in time, where the club becomes a cathedral, and the dancefloor a place of quiet revelation.

At the center stands the mirrorball persona, a fragile identity reflected in countless fragments, always shifting, never whole. It’s the self we become under strobe lights and shadows: exposed yet untouchable, radiant but unreachable. This song is their soundtrack, the pulse of a life lived between reflections.

Mirrorball Persona

A track that captures the pulse of the night, eyes dazed by the spinning light of a giant disco ball, feet lost in motion, heart wide open. The sound is a glowing echo of late-night euphoria, channeling the hypnotic energy. It’s built on steady, grooving rhythms, drenched in analogue warmth and streaks of neon melancholy. A soundtrack for moments suspended in time.

At the center stands the mirrorball persona, a fragile identity reflected in countless fragments, always shifting, never whole. It’s the self we become under strobe lights and shadows: exposed yet untouchable, radiant but unreachable. This song is their soundtrack, the pulse of a life lived between reflections.

Mirrorball Persona (Night Version)

A late-night soundtrack for quiet rooms and loud thoughts.
Quiet After Midnight blends deep house textures with soft-edged dancepop, crafted for the hours when the world slows down but your mind keeps spinning.

Melancholic yet warm, the track drifts on a steady pulse, minimal, groovy, and gently hypnotic. It’s music for unwinding, for replaying moments in your head, for watching city lights flicker through the window.

The vocals are intimate, almost whispered, capturing the emotional residue of something unfinished, a conversation, a memory, a presence that still lingers.

“Quiet after midnight / but loud in my mind…”

This is the sound of tracing letters on fogged-up glass, of empty glasses left untouched, of holding on and letting go at the same time.
A song for the space between silence and memory.

Quiet After Midnight

Photobooth Ghosts is one of my earlier tracks, a haunted fragment of electronic pop, a quiet recollection wrapped in blinking lights and soft flashes. The song drifts through memory like a photo strip pulled from an old book, revealing faces half-remembered and moments left behind.

Built on subdued synths and a slow, steady pulse, the track captures the feeling of looking back at something unfinished. The vocals are intimate and distant all at once, like a voice buried in reverb, or a thought you didn’t quite say aloud.

This is music for late-night wanderers and quiet collectors of moments. It’s the sound of a night too long, a name you almost remembered, a booth where you saw someone you never met.

Some ghosts don’t haunt, they linger.

Photobooth Ghosts

music for in-between moments.
between light and haze, rhythm and stillness.

melancholic electronic textures meet poetic restraint. sounds drift like shadows over quiet ground – minimal, introspective, and grainy. shaped by analog warmth, ambient structures and subconscious motion, these sonic spaces don’t explain, they let you feel.

Photobooth Ghosts

Silas Vane

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