Marten Lou | DJ Rooftop Set @ Berlin, TV Tower

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Tabula Rasa (March 2024 Set Mixed by Fo') S-Side

So happy to finally share my Röyksopp edit with you all. This is one of my personal favorites, enjoy. Available NOW on my Bandcamp.

Supported by: Hernan Cattaneo, Nick Warren, Mariano Mellino, Martin Fredes, Peter Makto & more...

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Röyksopp & Alison Goldfrapp - Impossible (Matthew Sona Edit) [BANDCAMP]

Marten Lou live @ Nomadas Festival, Portugal

This is a goodbye for now song.  Its was produced by myself with my homie SebastiAn addin extra sauce here and there.  Taking a break but wanted to leave u w something special and from the heart.  Ull be hearing me featured on my friends albums but as far as me, I gotta step into the shadows and focus on my other dreams.  Ima miss yall.  But hopefully this song fills u up w joy, and motivates u to keep going.  Love yall

-Scott

Once

Bots Everywhere 2.0 (November 2025 Mix)

Batting like I’m sosa, moving like I’m soso, deaf I couldn’t hear JD in the loafers ,you playing like you Mozart you fuckin posers, going off the coast far , without a fucking coaster, viki had an oyster calling it kosher, you freying like the poster, no sir, the salt was the brim, while you bolster, what you foster is what you blow still, road kill, moves spirals, to inflict hyro-spliffs that are rolled up in pyro-licks, it ain’t a trip, it’s a grip to nothingness, your disease I attest, the part wasn’t certified fresh,let her die wet, in seas of regret, what u get , is what u toasted, too much bread gone, on a table that was tapping out , zero carbon, your fucking coping, the cockiness; it’s so obvious, the arrow hit bent, all the crimes meant , your crooked heaven sense, while your knees tend , I came and centered it, despite the censorship, I I enter it , like a loose end

Batter Up (Afro Mix)

Ichabod, spacey, is like a crane to the same lane, driving headless to the races. Campfire to bed-cider, deconstructing nasal hatred. Your clit goes off on two speeds, getting fucked on 2C with no central sea on CC. The soul's loose-leaf, like Luca was to Lucy, medicine to disease. Antagonists ad-lib with a pair of double D’s, hunger for above average as we milk or bottom-feed.

I’ll skip entire feeds for a moment of privacy. No priors please. Cock P’s and clock your Q’s. Debauchery. C-notes are T-bones, leisure.  C-notes are T-bones, leisure.

Coming on speed, so erect, in love with oddities. I drop odd and sever ties and cup like commodities. Remedies are tragedies to un-fuck grief. Soaking in the poison UV with a connected IV. I photosynthesis for a frame on IG.

Godspeed on a crash-course feat. A passport speaks in tramp-stamps and trap beats in back seats. So classy, the cabby was a lease that don’t attract me. The window was a vista with music chairs trying to attack me. I hold the glove too tightly, like the glove-box boxed out the casualties and bender peaks. My curiosity is my ADHD, getting nudged so suddenly. My externals are hell-bent to make my internals sound like distant harmonies.

Neurodivergent

Your Palace (Fo'z Reinterpetation)

Selfless Love (Version 3)

Don’t speak unless your words are more beautiful than silence…

Batter Up (Afro Mix)

Fo’

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