Ghorba

Walking the Highlands

Walking The Highlands

Make It Burn

A crazy dance sound imitating the hectic sounds from a City!

In The City

Interuption

Born in a postcode they’d rather ignore
Where futures rot in the charity store
Got dreams in my gut, rage in my throat
But they gave me a paper hat and minimum hope

You call it life—I call it slow decay
You sell the dream, then take it away

I won’t sit down—I ain’t your pawn
I won’t be quiet while the tower block mourns
You feed me lies with a smile and a suit
Then blame me when I don’t bear fruit

Dad’s got a limp from factory dust
Mum’s still payin' off the broken trust
I'm stuck in a rent-box tomb with mould on the wall
And every job app’s just a dead-end crawl

"Be grateful," they say—while they hoard the lot
I’ve got a busted back and a boiling pot
You gave us screens, not dreams
Noise, not meaning
You made us ghosts in our own bloody streets

I won’t sit down—I ain’t your pawn
I won’t be quiet while the tower block mourns
We’re the noise in your stats, the crack in your gloss
We’re the bill you dodged—we’re the human cost

Rent-Box Tomb

Four tracks. One attitude.
“Cheeky!” is a fierce EP from Jade Desire, the unapologetic new voice of the female underground. Blending sultry vocals, heavy basslines, and a wicked sense of fun, these tunes strut the line between flirty and feral.
From sassy bounce to seductive pull and bold, beat-powered boundary-setting this EP serves up playful empowerment with every drop.

💋 Bass with bite.
🍒 Lyrics with lip.
🥂 Femme energy turned up to full volume.

Step into the bassline boudoir. Jade’s got the champagne on ice

All About Pleasing

A catchy dance sound with FX - 
Come to the Carnival of Shadows
Where your darkest fears perform
Watch the broken ones on tightropes

And the clowns in tattered clothes
Step right up and meet your ghosts

Every failure
Every heartbreak
Every one that you wish you'd made
All of your dead dreams

And your worst mistakes
All of the things that you can't change
All of the ways that you self-sabotage
And it looks like you're the star
Of this macabre menagerie

You tried to run
But you're back where you started
When you come to the Carnival of Shadows

The Carnival of Shadows

A collaborative with vocals by Rumpy Pumpy on an EDM/Trap‑Infused sound with Drill‑like percussion, atmospheric synths, and rhythmic vocal delivery blending hip‑hop, early house, techno, trap, and drill textures around hard‑hitting beats and crazy moody atmospheres!

Flip That

Junking It!

High-energy classic house club anthem with deep, rolling basslines, soulful female vocals, and euphoric synth stabs, maximum dance floor energy!


Feeling (so) Alive! (extended play)

Feeling (so) Alive!

Feeling (so) Alive! reprise

Recorded in a garage this is raw production, emotional frustration of life in Northern UK, high energy, near the knuckle sentiments, harsh reality of life.

You made me into memes
Choppin’ my face onto a donkey in jeans
Now everyone laughs in the paper shop queue,
And they are askin’, “Is that really true?”
All ‘cause you couldn’t just leave alone —
Had to nuke me from your iPhone.

You were my cream —
Sweet and soft and in my tea!
Now you're so mean —
Petty queen of misery!
You’re MEAN,
You’re MEAN,
You’re MEAN —
And you make me SCREAM!

Every Insta story a bullet to my kneecaps,
Taggin’ my mates in your “red flag recap.”
You said I smell like old pub chairs —
At least I don’t fake all my affairs.
You posted “karma’s a b*tch” —
Well, karma’s tired and you’re just rich
…in bitterness. Go on, post that too.
Triggered? Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you.

We danced in the rain once, remember that?
I carried your heels like a loyal tw*t.
But now it’s just shade, and likes, and views —
Did you love me, or just need someone to use?

You were my cream —
Like clotted dreams on scones at three.
Now you're so mean —
Spittin’ venom digitally.
You’re MEAN,
You’re MEAN,
You’re MEAN —
And you make me SCREAM!

Go on, stitch this. Clip me cryin'.
Tell your followers I’m always lyin’.
But I know the truth — and so do you.
You're not just mean… you're
BLEEDIN’ CRUEL.

Nuke Me

Recorded in a garage this is raw production, emotional frustration of life in Northern UK, high energy, near the knuckle sentiments, harsh reality of life. 

My girl’s gone on a syringe binge,
Jabbin’ up like it’s a new religion.
Vanity pain on a budget drip —
Mounjaro, Ozempic, dermal hit.
Said she wanted curves — now she’s angles.
Sits at home, lost in tangles.
Eyes all puffy, skin like chalk,
Lips inflated — can’t even talk.

Caucasian… now she's "K-Pop chic"
But she ain’t slept in nearly a week.
Legs like straws in a paper cup,
Waddlin’ 'round with a tuck and a suck.

Side effects are the only gain —
But no fat? So she’s not complainin’!
Tummy tuck dreams, dead-eyed scrolls,
Talkin' 'bout abs while she loses her soul!
 She’s a limpet sucker, plastic gloss,
And I can't lie — she looks like a loss!
My girl's gone — and I miss her laugh…
Now she’s just filtered, fractured, half.

YouTube freaks with “sponsored deals,”
Sellin’ serotonin in glossy reels.
“Weight loss wonder!” “Just one jab!”
No mention of the panic grabs.
Nausea, vomiting, sh*tty nights,
Dizzy spells and appetite frights —
I begged her: “Eat something real!”
She said: “You're just jealous of how I feel.”

Told her she's beautiful — the kind that glows.
Now she glows like a UV rose.
Everything sharp, tight, and tweaked —
She traded her smile for plastic chic.

Syringe binge — now she’s hollowed out,
Thinks she’s hot but I’ve got doubt.
Injected lies, influencer sin —
There's no soul underneath that skin!
 She don't laugh, she don’t eat —
She just stares at her own two feet.
She’s a thumbnail now, not a friend —
And I don’t know how this ends…

She said “It’s worth it, I finally feel seen.”
I said “You were beautiful before the screen.”
But I was muted, out of frame —
She’s chasin’ likes, I’m chasin’ shame'

Syringe Binge

Recorded in a garage this is raw production, emotional frustration of life in Northern UK, high energy, near the knuckle sentiments, harsh reality of life. 
https://youtu.be/bsEKaoQV2_Q?si=VB2cok5V64dxH1g5

I wanna buy a home,
But I live my life like a garden gnome...
smile like a happy gnome...
uh, uh, uh yeah!

I wanna buy a home,
But I’m still paying off my student loan!
Drowning in a pool of debt,
I see everything I cannot get!
Busting at the seams,
My wallet’s full of empty dreams —
The rich sleep safe in a super home,
I live my life like a garden gnome!

Job says “junior” but I’m thirty-three,
Still flat sharing with anxiety.
Work all week, can’t fill my tank,
Got more minus signs than a pirate bank.
Dreamt of freedom, got payday loans,
New shoes? Nah — just broken bones.
The system’s rigged, it’s plain to see —
But they still blame laziness on me!

Credit check!
Rent’s a wreck!
Fees on fees till my spine goes CRACK!
Said I’d make it if I tried —
Now I’m just trying to survive!

I wanna buy a home,
But I’m still paying off my student loan!
I wanna buy a home,
But I’m still paying off my student loan!

Mortgage dreams are fairy tales,
Told by boomers on clearance sales.
I water plants that aren’t my own —
And smile like a happy gnome...
smile like a happy gnome...
smile like a happy gnome...

Buy a Home

We got this down very quickly, a bit raw but it certainly rocks!

My woman got me all confused,
My woman got me down at heel,
She's a crazy streak of woman,
Not sure how I feel!

Woman are you just keeping me down,
You have me walking around with a frown,
Your love is a stab in the back,
I  'aint sure when you coming back!

The love you keeping,
is close to your chest,
My best inclinations'
'Aint always the best!

Woman are you just keeping me down,
You have me walking around with a frown,
Your love is a stab in the back,
I  'aint sure when you coming back!

Whoa yeah yeah yeah, baby
Whoa yeah yeah yeah, baby you got me all confused!
Whoa yeah yeah yeah, baby
 got me all confused!
 got me all confused!

Got Me All Confused!

Blues rock lives on, fantastic guitar by Gollum (Jep Lland), drums by Gandolph (Phil Bonham). A collection of real rocking songs to get you through the day.

High and dry

Still Shines the Sun

The Dark Lord

Like a Stray dog

An energetic yet smooth sound, Trance-like dance sound, arps and vocals, kicks and a solid beat.

My Love 2


Digital I.D.
For you and for me,
How will it win?
how will we gain?
Or are we in for a future of pain?

It lies quiet for months beneath the skin,
A sleeping ledger, 
(a paper-thin grin)
It rolls through the backups, 
(it learns the names)

Then on trigger day it lights the flame.
Our Politicians - have they no shame?
Payments stall like a winter bus,
Health rooms empty, the counters rust.
Borders slow, the gates come down,
A little black code, a paper crown.

Your Q.R. code is about to explode,
Digital I.D. is up the spout,
You're not allowed in
You're not allowed out!

Centralise failure — one hole in the sky,
We trade our passports for the promise of “why”.
Centralise failure — we’re freezing in line,
Waiting for a ransom, waiting for time!

Your Q.R. code is about to explode,
Digital I.D. is up the spout,
You're not allowed in
You're not allowed out!

They say it’s safer, neat and clean,
A single thumbprint to rule machines.
But it will punish the elderly, the poor,
Anyone who’s offline, you're out the door!

Hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey

Payments fail. 
Benefits stall. 
Citizens held for a code.
Function creep is certain. 
Login becomes control.
A social credit by stealth — the machine takes the soul.

A register breathes in the dark,
A single point of failure — a single spark.
Do not fall for the pitch, the salesman smiles,
Monday was a funeral — tomorrow's files.

Digital ID

Up at three, no sleep, airport queue,  
Union Jack shorts, what else to do?  
Plastic pint at the gate, cheap lager haze,  
Chanting songs from the glory days.  

"Get it down ya!" — yeah, what a laugh,  
Half a brain in a two-pint glass,  
Sunburnt pride and a football chant,  
'Til they're pukin' up their lager grant.  
  
It's the English Disease!  
No cure, no peace,  
Raise a glass, lose your keys,  
It's the English Disease!  
Can't walk, can't speak,  
But they're "living the dream,"  
A nation drunk on its own esteem.  

On the flight, they're king and clown,  
Crew duck low when the beer goes down,  
Screaming "lads! lads! lads!" — tribal call,  
Benidorm waits for the great downfall.  

"Who needs culture, mate? We've got booze!"  
Another round, another fuse,  
They're flying the flag in their neon vests,  
Drunk history, in a stringer vest.  

It's the English Disease!  
No cure, no peace,  
Raise a glass, lose your keys,  
It's the English Disease!  
From Gatwick to the Med,  
Brains pickled, eyes red,  
Proud to be the walking dead.  

Doctor says: "It's terminal pride."  
Symptoms: loud voice, vacant eyes.  
Contagious in groups of five or more,  
Spreads fastest through airport doors.  

Oi! Oi! Oi! Get it down ya!  
Oi! Oi! Oi! Sunburn's crown ya!  
Oi! Oi! Oi! Cheap flight, big shame!  
Oi! Oi! Oi! Same old game!  

It's the English Disease!  
No class, no grace,  
Just a nation off its face!  
It's the English Disease!  
From pub to plane to beach to fight,  
They'll drink the dark before the light.  

"Welcome to Alicante, lads."  

The English Disease

oh, my love
My friend you know
it's been a while
Without thinking of you
but the thought makes me smile

I'm so tired of wanting
wanting more than this
i know it but what am i to do
i need some space to breathe,
so give me some room

oh, my love
you have a heart of stone
cause since i've come home
i've never felt so alone
but the thought makes me smile

oh, my love
you have a heart of stone
cause since i've come home...

oh, my love
you have a heart of stone
cause since i've come home
i've never felt so alone
but the thought makes me smile

oh, my love
you're coming with me
I know you'll leave me one day
can you just stay till Monday
the thought makes me smile

I'm so tired of wanting
wanting more than this
I know you'll leave me one day
can you just stay till Monday
the thought makes me smile

I'm so tired of wanting
wanting more than this
I know you'll leave me one day
can you just stay till Monday
the thought makes me smile

So good
Smile

Wanting More

oh, oh yeahhhh, yeah, yeah!
Turn it up!
Let's go!

Turn it up! 
Feel the sound! 
We don’t stop!
  
Hey! Hey! 
Hey! Hey!
We are the fire, 
we take your soul,  

Hey! Hey! 
Shake the ground!
Feel the sound!
Turn it up!

Break the chain!
Run it loud! 
Take the night!
Scream it proud! 

Hey! Hey! 
Hey! Hey!
We are the fire, 
we take your soul,  
Hey! Hey! 
Turn it up!
Turn it up!

Turn It Up!

Racing hearts, the night ignites,
Chasing sparks, we burn so bright.
Every second slips away,
But I don’t care, I want to stay.

Lose control, we’re running wild,
Shouting loud like reckless child.
Feel the fire, let it roll,
We’re alive, we lose control.

Turn it louder, break the chain,
Drown the silence, kill the pain.
Nothing’s holding, nothing’s planned,
Take my hand, we’ll make a stand.

Lose control, we’re running wild,
Shouting loud like reckless child.
Feel the fire, let it roll,
We’re alive, we lose control

Lose Control

A collection of protest songs, rock it out, sing along, catchy hooks.

Where's blame?

Net Zero dreams

No Where Near

Power on
We are the future! 
Power up

Hey! We are the future!
Hey! We bring the sound!
Hey! We are the system!
We shake the ground!

Lights are flashing, city’s alive  
Circuits humming, we’re set to drive  
Neon pulses in your veins  
Time dissolves inside the bass

We are the future!  
We are, we are!  
We bring the fire!  
We are, we are!  
We own the night!  
We are, we are!  
We take you higher!

Power up
No control
We ignite 
Body and soul!

Hey! We are the future!
Hey! We bring the sound!
Hey! We are the system!
We shake the ground!

Power Up!

Noise From Below

🎹🎹Tens of thousands of plays across internet radio and featured on the BBC! I create music as the mood takes me, which way it goes I never know until it is completed.
😎 A BIG thankyou for the follows, listens, and comments - it is all really appreciated!

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