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A jornada começa com um desabafo. “EU FIZ DE TUDO” abre o EP com a força de quem já tentou de todas as formas — no amor, na vida, no corre. Sampleando a voz marcante de Seu Jorge, a faixa mistura melancolia e firmeza, criando um retrato sincero de um sentimento que todo brasileiro conhece: o de dar o sangue e, ainda assim, se deparar com o desprezo ou a perda.

O boombap entra como batida do coração insistente, e cada verso ecoa como lembrança. É o tom perfeito para abrir um EP que carrega nas cores e nos sons a identidade de um país complexo, bonito e, muitas vezes, ferido.

EU FIZ DE TUDO

noir

"The storm outside sings your thoughts back to you"

Whispers of Rain

“Rise” is a soulful lo-fi loop designed to feel like sunlight slowly pouring into your room—warm, reflective, and full of intention. This beat is for the early risers, the dreamers, and anyone in need of a vibe that gently lifts the spirit. Whether you’re studying, creating, or just vibing out, let this loop carry you through the moment.

Produced by Jah Born.
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“Rise” – Soulful Lo-Fi Beat | Chillhop Instrumental | Study, Relax, Vibe

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Coffee Shop

CCR Presents: Saib - Indian Summer @saib_eats

🐐🌿 Complex Channel Collective Tapes Vol.7 drops 19 June 2025 🌿🐐

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/prerelease/4X9mHEhcKmIr1e9svzlfcD?si=491f7e74b22a4047

full album artist lineup: → Kupla ↔ MadeinM ↔ wuntwo ↔ Nalim ↔ Oatmello ↔ manny ↔ Saib ↔ HM Surf ↔ Smoke Trees ↔ eevee ↔ Korey Wade ↔ David Chief ↔ Howiewonder ↔ Tahmas ↔ invention_ ↔ KiLaMDaPro ↔ bryzone_ybp ↔ Link ↔ Axian ↔ jhfly ↔ EMERLD ↔ Coachmotel ↔ Ace Butter ↔ don sea ↔ Benny Bronco ← 🐐❤️🌿

Pre-order tape, sticker & cones pack and digital downloads on www.complexchannel.bandcamp.com

Dropping on all streaming platforms on 19 June 2025

more info @ www.instagram.com/complexchannel

Indian Summer

Inner peace

How often do you truly listen—to yourself, to the silence, to the space between thoughts? Inner Peace is more than a song, it’s an invitation. To pause. To feel. To remember that everything you’re searching for is already within you. Breathe in, let go, and surrender to the calm.


Inner peace

Crooked Alley Club

Rust Beneath the Beat

Shelter in the Milky Way by Chicken Breasts is a Lo-Fi escape into the stars — a gentle reminder that peace is always above us 🌌🎧

This album captures those rare, grounding moments when we lie back, look up, and let the night sky quiet our minds. It’s a soundtrack for letting go — when the weight of life fades and all that matters is the vast, beautiful universe overhead.

There’s a touch of nostalgia in every beat — not just from childhood stargazing, but something deeper. A memory passed down through generations… of ancestors who also lay in the grass, staring at the same stars, feeling the same smallness and peace.

With every track, Shelter in the Milky Way invites you to drift, breathe, and remember: the sky has always been there to hold us.

Soft Grass and Satellites

No I can’t play well, these are loops, boom.wav

blue spirit

A raw Nas and Griselda Boom Bap Type Beat by s.m.i.t. Feel free to comment, like and subscribe ;)

s.m.i.t. - Drowning

gradual

Cinematic chill-lounge concept album that traces the emotional arc of a single day in my beloved coastal city — from pre-dawn stillness to midnight introspection. Each instrumental track captures a moment in time, blending ambient textures, downtempo grooves, and minimalist sound design to evoke memory, movement, and mood. This is not music for dancing — it’s music for feeling, drifting, and returning to where your heart never left.

Concrete Heat, Liquid Calm

🎧 Exclusive to SoundCloud — not available on Spotify, Apple Music, or other platforms.

Unwind your mind with this exclusive SoundCloud-only release: a collection of calming lo-fi beats crafted for deep relaxation, quiet focus, and peaceful evenings.

From warm vinyl textures and soft melodies to nostalgic vibes and chill rhythms, each track is designed to help you disconnect from the noise and reconnect with stillness. Whether you're studying, journaling, or simply watching the rain, this album sets the perfect backdrop for a tranquil state of mind.

Perfect for:
• Relaxing after a long day
• Deep focus and study
• Evening walks or cozy nights
• Creating a peaceful ambiance anytime

Let these mellow sounds wrap you in comfort and drift you into a calmer space.
This is your moment to breathe.

Nostalgic Sketches

Album Music Videos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DB6rTW1nEo&list=PLymNA9M985DgVuEZkgQMVel6v54ZiHZ_E
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Aya curled her fingers around a chipped porcelain mug, the steam fogging her glasses as rain braided silver ribbons down the café window. Old Kumo City’s crooked lanes vanished into mist, leaving only the glow of rain-lamps—teardrop bulbs strung on sagging wires that shone brighter the wetter they became. Their honey-orange halos pooled in every puddle, turning the street into a trembling galaxy of tiny suns.

She opened her sketchbook to a fresh page. The blank paper shimmered under the lamp’s reflection, and for a heartbeat Aya thought she saw a pulse behind the page —as if it were breathing. She touched her pencil point to the center and drew the faint outline of a gateway: two weather-blackened pillars crowned with tangled wisteria that dripped rain like beads of quicksilver. Each pencil stroke felt less like graphite and more like tugging thin threads out of the falling water. When the final tendril of wisteria bloomed, the sketch glowed ember-soft, then burst into quiet lavender light.

The café around her stretched, smeared like wet paint, and Aya felt herself slip forward—through page and window and lamplight—into weightlessness.

She landed in an abandoned metro tunnel where the tracks floated several inches above the gravel, loose as ribbons in unseen water. Bioluminescent mushrooms crowded the sleepers, caps wide enough to shelter two people, their undersides dripping neon-green spores that drifted not down but up, filling the air like reversed snowfall. Somewhere far away a single wind chime sang one clear note, and the spores shimmered in sympathetic ripples.

An origami crane unfolded from shadow. Its paper wings were ink-black, but its eyes glowed citrate yellow. With a quick tilt of its head, the bird launched itself forward, flapping in slow, deliberate arcs. Aya followed, her footsteps whisper-light on the hovering rails. Gravity felt hesitant here, as if deciding every second whether to stay.

The tunnel curved, walls widening into a cavern lit by moonlight that had no source. Cracks in the stone let thin waterfalls bleed upward, threading through the air toward some invisible sea overhead. Whenever a droplet brushed Aya’s skin, kaleidoscopic patterns blossomed in her vision—mandalas of jade, magenta, and cerulean that folded into one another like living stained glass. She let herself drift, each breath thick with petrichor and possibility, until the crane slipped through a circular archway rimmed in tiles that pulsed faint electric blue. Aya stepped through and the world blinked again.

Wind rushed with the scent of wet cedar. A colossal corkscrew tree stood before her, its trunk spiraling toward a sky smeared in dusk purples and dawn blues at once. Around the trunk coiled a bazaar in mid-air—suspended balconies formed from giant lotus petals, each petal lined with stalls. Air-fish glided between vendors, translucent bodies flickering oranges and pinks, casting watercolor shadows across drifting banners. Bells chimed from every direction, their notes weaving together like threads on a loom.

Fox-masked merchants beckoned Aya with wave fans painted in shimmering ink. She explored slowly, fingertips skimming glass bottles that held clouds, marbles that contained sunsets, lanterns harboring sleeping fireflies. At one stall she paused: a tiny vial labeled Memory of Tomorrow rested on a velvet cushion. The merchant behind the table—tall, cloak stitched from scraps of midnight sky—did not speak. Instead, he pointed at Aya’s sketchbook.

Turntable Tower Drift

Deep Dive

90s.thug, Jazzitup - Round Midnight (Lazy Sax)

Every moment is complete, even before we name it.
What arrives is not time, but consciousness folding itself, silently.
When you stop seeking, the present reveals its form.
This is not waiting. This already is.

This Way

One quiet summer afternoon—
the light shimmered, the pool rippled,
and a feeling lingered just long enough to be remembered.
So we tucked it gently into a cassette.

This album is a sketchbook of summer fragments,
set to lo-fi jazzhop grooves that carry warmth, stillness, and nostalgia.
Each track floats like a memory,
inviting you to pause, breathe, and feel.

Now, let the sound of that summer play again—
just beyond your headphones.

#lofi #summerjazz #cassetteaesthetic #poolsideplaylist #nostalgicvibes #jazzhop #summerchill #DJLEE #ambientmusic #retrovibes

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