Deaton do you remeber when me and that one guy picked tou up at holoscene? 😭😭 still talk about that shitz, this new album is fucking fire

this song makes me wanna break something important

Hyper pop

Texas

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Cake Pop 2

Whistle

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i know you hate me

FOX BOP

SID THE KID

on top of the world
youre taking fire
on top of the world 
and your breathing feels so quiet
if you stay at the top
then youll lose all of your oxygen 
and youll fall to the bottom
with no one else to catch you

hotel room

premonition (yungspoiler)

10,000 gecs

Lethal

Hearth Room

Birdsong

castle in the woods song

Metropole Virus
They met beneath the city—beneath the clubs, beneath the gloss.

One was a dominatrix known only as Ryn Vanta, with a voice like crushed velvet and a taste for sonic pain. She ran a masked lounge in Frankfurt’s red-light shadows, where men paid for control and left broken by silence. The other, Nova Skeld, was a dancer turned data-runner in the Bahnhofsviertel, trafficking glances and synth packets across latex alleys and glitch-lit strip bars.

They collided at 4AM in a backroom booth—Nova mid-rush, Ryn mid-set—surrounded by pulsing strobes and bodies chasing chemical escape. No pleasantries. Just eye contact, and the mutual recognition of the kind of loneliness that sells out nightly but never cashes in.

That same week, Nova sampled Ryn’s whispered monologue and looped it through a trance beat tracked over CCTV hum. It hit like perfume and concrete. They locked themselves in a neon-stained studio above a brothel in Kabukicho and started turning trauma into sound.

What They Became
Genre: Dance/trance noir with industrial bruises and seductive decay

Aesthetic: Glitch lace, strobe seduction, cybernetic cabaret

Message: Pleasure is political. Music is memoir. Shame is currency.

Live Shows: Masked rituals. Intercut sex worker testimonials. Surveillance visuals. Strip-club hymns with synth breakdowns.

Las Vegas

@reinabe

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