A cheeky 70s funk jam with London swagger and a whole lot of charm. “Green Door Girl” tells the story of a woman who unknowingly buys a white Beetle with a dark green passenger door in Tooting Broadway—and owns it like a queen. With syncopated basslines, horn stabs, and playful vocals, it’s a groove-soaked tribute to mismatched magic and the beauty of rolling with it.

Green Door Girl

A riotous ode to a hidden Austrian schnapps bar tucked beneath the streets of Bayswater W2, this song is a love letter to reckless nights, blurry memories, and the kind of laughter that only comes after your fifth shot of something unpronounceable. With alpine charm and a menu that reads like a dare, the basement becomes a stage for chaos: strangers become friends, the walls start to spin, and the floor turns into art.
“Schnapps in Bayswater” blends cheeky storytelling with a nostalgic pulse, capturing the wild freedom of a night where nothing mattered except the next flavor and the next laugh. From apricot to pine, from dancing on air to hugging the sky, it’s a celebration of the drunkest—and most unforgettable—night you never planned.


Basement Oompah

A sweet and cheeky pop anthem that turns a midnight snack into a full-blown love story. “Dip Me in Love” blends cozy domestic vibes with silky hooks, capturing the magic of chocolate biscuits, spilled milk, and the kind of affection that doesn’t need champagne to feel rich.
With a groove that’s warm and flirty, the song celebrates the everyday romance of shared snacks and stolen glances. It’s playful, comforting, and just a little indulgent—like dunking your heart in something sweet and letting it melt.
Perfect for fans of feel-good pop with a twist of humor and a whole lot of heart

Dip Me in Love – Second Pour

“Jazzy Monkey” is a laid-back celebration of effortless charm and Sunday magic. With mellow guitar licks, warm synth pads, and a groove that glides like a sailboat on calm waters, this track captures the moment someone walks in wearing confidence like couture. No diamonds, no parade—just rhythm, grace, and a one-piece wonder that turns the morning into music.

Jazzy Monkey

A slow morning turns into a soul-powered strut. This retro-funk jam flips the dullness of Tuesday into a groove-heavy celebration, with velvet vocals, tight drums, and brass that bites, it’s a love letter to bad moods that get better when the beat drops.
Put on your suede, step outside—Tuesday’s got no place to hide.


Twisted Tueday

He’s always there. Same coat, same nod, same awkward smile. “The Man Who Says Hello” is a lo-fi indie rock shrug at routine and quiet mystery, delivered with wit and fuzz. It’s a song about the guy you see every day but never really know—the one who says hello like it’s a ritual, not a connection.
Jangly guitars, dry vocals, and a chorus that doesn’t try too hard. Because neither does he.


the man who says hello

A raw, poetic dive into the chaos of everyday life, “Monkeys” blends smoky vocals with a groove that’s equal parts blues, alt-pop, and late-night soul. From broken kettles to cracked mirrors, the verses sketch a world slightly off-kilter—where nothing quite lines up and truth hides behind a grin.
This isn’t just a song; it’s a shrug at the absurdity, a nod to the unspoken heaviness we all carry. With a chorus that names the feeling we can’t explain—“It’s monkeys”—the track becomes a mantra for those moments when life feels twisted, sideways, and strangely familiar.
Perfect for anyone who’s ever laughed through the mess, felt the vibe shift, or caught the truth in someone’s eyes. Play it when the seams don’t fit.


Monkeys

A soulful, nostalgic groove wrapped in baby blue. “That Colour” tells the story of a lost jumper and the quiet ache it leaves behind,  a memory stitched into rhythm. With a driving beat, syncopated bass, and Motown-inspired textures, this track blends vintage soul with modern warmth. Passionate vocals and lush instrumentation carry themes of love, loss, and the way small things linger. For anyone who’s ever missed something soft, familiar, and gone too soon.


That Colour

🎶 Too Late to Learn – A Funk Soul Reflection 🎶
This mid-tempo groove rides the line between introspection and resilience, blending warm funk rhythms with soul-infused storytelling. Lyrically raw and rhythmically smooth, it’s a journey through silence, scars, and self-discovery.
From the sharp truth of verse one to the echoing gratitude of the bridge, each line leans into lived experience—where pain becomes wisdom and walls become windows. The chorus hits like a mantra: “Too late to learn, but I’m learning still.” It’s a reminder that growth doesn’t follow a timeline, and healing often arrives in hindsight.
✨ For anyone navigating change, chasing clarity, or just vibing with a groove that speaks softly but hits hard—this one’s for you.


Too Late to Learn

“Roll of His Soul” tells the story of a man who surrenders his life to the roll of the dice — and the friend who watches him disappear into chance. Set to a smoky Northern Soul groove, the track blends smooth retro-soul textures with a hypnotic undercurrent.

Roll of His Soul

“The Way She Turns Around”
A smooth, late-night soul groove about that quiet spark — the moment when time slows and everything changes. Inspired by the innocence of first crushes and the rhythm of small-town days, it blends dreamy Rhodes keys, warm bass lines, and soft brushed drums into a nostalgic 70s-tinged sound.

The track drifts between soul and indie-pop, carried by an intimate vocal that feels both shy and certain — a love story told through glances, not words.
It’s tender, understated, and timeless — the sound of someone falling for the first time, without meaning to.

✨ For anyone who remembers how one look can change everything.



The Way She Turns Around

Def Alfie makes music for the moments you didn’t know you’d remember. Blending Northern Soul grooves, everyday storytelling, and a wink of romantic mischief, Def Alfie crafts songs that move — on the dancefloor and in the heart. From kitchen-table confessions to late-night laughs, each track captures the rhythm of real life: sweet, strange, and always a little bit tender. Whether it’s a stolen Snickers or a slow-burning love story, Def Alfie turns small details into big feelings. Based in Spain and built on collaboration, Def Alfie is more than a name — it’s a mood. Honest. Playful. Soulful. New music drops regularly. Come for the groove, stay for the grin