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A V I O 7 - Afterglow

Alan and His Party Pants: A Disco Odyssey

Part I: The Neon Beat

In the heart of the city, where the night pulsed with neon and the disco ball spun like a forgotten planet, stood a bar—The Electric Groove. Its entrance was unmarked, but those who knew whispered its name like a secret spell.

Inside, the air crackled with anticipation. The dance floor throbbed, bodies moving in sync with the DJ’s rhythm. And there, at the center of it all, stood Alan “Disco Dynamo” Harris. His unbuttoned shirt revealed a chest tanned by sunsets and a gold chain that sparkled like stardust. Alan wore sunglasses—the kind that hid secrets and reflected desire.

Part II: The Sparkly Revelation

Alan’s hands held the party pants—a pair of jeans that defied gravity. They were more than fabric; they were a promise—a shimmering invitation to dance, to lose inhibitions, to become someone else under the pulsating lights.

The ladies circled—Sophia, with skin like cocoa and eyes that held galaxies, and Emily, her freckles like constellations. Sophia’s hips swayed, her afro catching stray beams. Emily’s laughter was a disco ball—bright and infectious.

Alan raised the party pants, the sequins winking. “Ladies,” he said, his voice a velvet groove, “meet my secret weapon.”

And the ladies laughed, their fingers tracing the sparkles. “Alan,” Sophia teased, “you’re a walking disco ball.”

Part III: The Cosmic Dance

The DJ dropped the beat—a bassline that shook the floor. Alan led Sophia and Emily to the center. The crowd watched, spellbound. The party pants worked their magic—Sophia twirled, her skirt flaring; Emily spun, her laughter echoing.

Alan danced—the sunglasses hiding his eyes, the gold chain catching the strobe lights. He’d lost count of the shots, but the music fueled him. The ladies followed—Sophia’s hips, Emily’s grace. The disco ball spun faster, and the night blurred.

As dawn approached, Alan leaned close to Sophia, his lips brushing her ear. “Sophia,” he whispered, “we’ve found the groove.”

And she nodded, her eyes reflecting the neon glow. The party pants had done their job—the city was alive, and Alan was its disco king.

Note: The image above is an artistic representation of the single cover for “Alan and His Party Pants.” The real magic lies in the music.

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Alan And His Party Pants

Psychedelic Relic

Street Racer: Asphalt Symphony

Part I: The Revving Prelude

The year was 1973, and the sun hung low over the gritty streets of Detroit. The air smelled of gasoline and rebellion. The asphalt trembled, anticipating the arrival of the Street Racer—a legend carved from chrome and adrenaline.

In the heart of Motor City, Johnny “Nitro” Malone leaned against his '69 Dodge Charger R/T, its hood adorned with a snarling Hemi engine. Johnny’s leather jacket bore the scars of countless races, and his eyes held the secrets of the midnight asphalt. He was a poet of speed, a maestro of the throttle.

Part II: The Pursuit

The city’s finest—the Detroit PD—were on his tail. Their sirens wailed, their V8 engines roared. The lead cruiser, Officer Frank Reynolds, gripped the wheel, his jaw clenched. He’d been chasing Nitro for months, but tonight was different. Tonight, the streets were alive with the pulse of rebellion.

Nitro’s Charger shot forward, tires screeching. The city blurred—a neon-lit tapestry of billboards, diners, and flickering streetlights. The police cars followed, their red and blue lights painting the night. Nitro’s engine sang—a symphony of horsepower and defiance.

Part III: The Urban Ballet

Through the tight alleys and wide boulevards, Nitro weaved. His Charger hugged corners, its exhaust spitting flames. The police cars struggled to keep up, their tires smoking. Nitro glanced in the rear view mirror—Officer Reynolds was relentless, his eyes ablaze.

The crowd gathered—the night owls, the dreamers, the rebels. They leaned against lampposts, their hearts racing. This wasn’t just a chase; it was a performance—an urban ballet set to the beat of Detroit’s heartbeat.

Nitro’s Charger leaped over a pothole, its suspension protesting. Reynolds closed in, his cruiser inches from Nitro’s bumper. The city held its breath. Nitro’s fingers danced across the dashboard—a switch, a hidden button. The Charger’s exhaust flaps opened wide, unleashing a primal roar.

And then it happened—the final stretch. The freeway lay ahead, its lanes empty. Nitro’s Charger surged, the speedometer needle kissing 150 mph. Reynolds pushed harder, his radio crackling with backup requests. But Nitro was in his element—the asphalt was his canvas, and velocity was his brushstroke.

As the city lights blurred into streaks, Nitro whispered to his Charger, “One last dance, old girl.”

The freeway exit loomed—a hairpin turn. Nitro’s tires screamed, and the Charger slid sideways, smoke billowing. Reynolds followed, but his cruiser fishtailed, careening into a concrete barrier.

Nitro vanished into the night, leaving behind a symphony of sirens and burning rubber. The crowd cheered, their voices merging with the fading engine roar. Nitro’s legend grew—a phantom racer, a nocturnal comet.

And Officer Reynolds? He stood by his battered cruiser, watching the taillights disappear. He knew—he’d lost the race, but he’d gained something else: respect for the Street Racer who danced with danger.

Note: The image above is an artistic representation of the single cover for “Street Racer.” The real magic lies in the music.

Street Racer

Follow the Drum

Black Seven Music welcomes REIN.  for a slick and rhythm driven two track EP, Sunrisin’, delivering a deep yet energetic sound perfectly crafted for late night sessions and peak time floors alike.

Opening with the title track ‘Sunrisin’, REIN. blends punchy percussion with hypnotic grooves and rolling low end warmth. Layers of intricate rhythms and atmospheric textures glide throughout, giving the track a sophisticated yet undeniably driving edge.

On the flip, ‘Soul’ takes things deeper, leaning on moody basslines and shimmering percussion while weaving in soulful vocal elements for a raw and emotive finish. It’s a cut built on tension and release, showcasing REIN.’s knack for blending underground grit with subtle musicality.

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REIN. - Soul (Extended Mix)  [BLACK SEVEN MUSIC]

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