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Something Real

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Emerging from the UK house scene with a number of successful solo releases (including I Told You, Believe In Me, Tell You, Hold Me and most recently Like This), Bristol-based producer ØGM has been on the Selected. radar for a while now. With over 100k monthly listeners on Spotify and over 10 million streams to his name, ØGM now teams up with enigmatic up-and-comer GARGAN and hotly tipped English singer-songwriter SHELLS for the trio’s stunning debut collaboration, I Need It. 

Following her debut EP Shapes back in 2016, SHELLS has seen considerable career success and hefty BBC Radio 1 support off the back of a number of critically acclaimed hit singles including Jailbird, Gold and Jagwar to name a few. Having toplined for MEDUZA on their 2020 smash hit Born To Love, the Kent-based songstress now offers up her vocal expertise to this latest offering from ØGM and GARGAN, as the three artists come together to deliver something rather special.

Composing an emotive instrumental arrangement, brimming with rolling percussion, euphoric synths and energetic basslines, ØGM and GARGAN provide the perfect backdrop to SHELLS’ stunning vocal lead, which carries the track across it’s blissful three-minute duration. Imparting an exquisitely crafted topline to the two producers' trademark sonics, SHELLS' poignant lyrics bring this tantalising piece of dance music into a new and exciting realm as the three acts unravel a mesmerising slice of vocal house music which captivates from the off.

ØGM x GARGAN feat. SHELLS - I Need It is out now via Selected.

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ØGM x GARGAN feat. SHELLS - I Need It

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When four artists of this quality join forces, you know the end product is going to be rather special. The production mastermind behind the 2019 international mega hit Pieces, German multi-instrumentalist and certified platinum composer AVAION has been making serious with his hypnotizing sound, combining futuristic basslines, uplifting beats, self-played instruments and melancholic vocal rap to create an undoubtedly unique writing style.

Hailing from the Black Forest in the Southwest region of Germany, fellow countryman PaulWetz is also one of the most exciting young talents to hop onto our radar over the past few years following an impressive collection of majestic singles including Impatience, Hypnotize Me, Bruises, People and Misfits.

Together, the two prolific German artists now look to continue their impressive run of recent form with the announcement of a brand new collaborative musical offering, Sleepless.

An evocative slice of playful, indie-inspired, vocal electronica, AVAION and Paul Wetz team up with Bristol-based producer Nu Aspect (Light, Said To You, What’s In My Head and Run Deep), and Selected's favorite YUMA (Overthinking, Last Time, Mean To Me, How Would It Feel) for one of the biggest collaborations we’ve released on the label to date.

AVAION, PaulWetz, Nu Aspect & YUMA - Sleepless

برای اولین بار پخش اجرای آنپلاگد آهنگهای برگزیده به مناسبت روز عشق 💫

Shadmehr Aghili - Unplugged شادمهر عقیلی | آنپلاگ

AI is just taking us at our word(s)

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

```Madlibs with a metronome```

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

AI is just taking us at our word(s)

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