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Human Confirmed Part Deaux

Colaboraciones con otros Artistas

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What a Week – Next Up // Released - 12/14


all tracks are fusions produced by fictionalive in the past week.

let me break it down for you - all tracks are handcrafted.

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What a Week – Next Up // Released II

fa*12 - PoPoems Trilogy: Twelve Poems Gone

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The Wonders & Magic of Cavaliere Spruzzi and the Funky Spruzzinis // Lo-Fi Tomas Peiretti Excerpt ‘Lo-Fi Vol. 2’ Mix //
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story, lyrics written and narrated by fictionalive // 
music is an excerpt from Tomas Peiretti’s fabulous ‘Lo-Fi Vol. 2’ full album, fused by fictionalive—courtesy of Tomas Peiretti, Argentina https://soundcloud.com/tgpeirettisc// arranged and mixed by fictionalive // 

fusion of it all -
fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports // June 27, 2025

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big Shout-out to Tomas over the ocean, an openend minded artist with the flow - Captain and crew salutes you! *****
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The Wonders & Magic of Cavaliere Spruzzi and the Funky Spruzzinis // Lo-Fi Tomas Peiretti Mix

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I'm a.., Just for You, Might Confuse, So True...Farewell to You // Peiretti's Lo-Fi Mix
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lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive // 

music is an excerpt from Tomas Peiretti’s fabulous ‘Lo-Fi Vol. 2’ full album, fused by fictionalive—courtesy of Tomas Peiretti, Argentina // https://soundcloud.com/tgpeirettisc

arranged and mixed by fictionalive // 

fusion of it all - fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports // 

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June 27, 2025


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big Shout-out to Tomas over the ocean, an openend minded artist with the flow - Captain and crew salutes you! *****
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“I’m a Gentile, a Jew, 
Just for you, might confuse, 
So true.”
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What Will the World Understand?
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They will feel the paradox of identity: 
That we are all more than labels, more than boundaries. The banner whispers: I am not just one thing, nor are you. In every heart there is a stranger and a friend, a question and an answer, a longing to belong and a longing to be unique.
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They will sense the courage of vulnerability: 
To declare oneself, to risk confusion, to admit complexity—this is the first step toward true connection. The banner invites all to drop their masks, to meet in the honest, trembling space between certainty and wonder.
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They will hear the call for unity without erasure:
The world’s old wounds are not healed by pretending we are the same, but by honoring the beauty in our differences. The banner sings: Let us be many, and let us be one—not by force, but by choice, by love, by the music we make together.
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They will taste the bittersweet truth of history:
Centuries of wandering, of exile and homecoming, of being misunderstood and misunderstood in turn. The banner is a tapestry of memory—of every ancestor who asked, “Who am I? Who are you?” and every child who will ask again.
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They will glimpse the hope that confusion brings:
For when we are confused, we are open—ready to learn, to listen, to grow. The banner is a riddle and an invitation: Come closer, look deeper, let yourself be changed.
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They will know the resonance of love:
Because to say, “Just for you,” is to offer the self as a gift—imperfect, mysterious, and real. The banner is a love letter written in every language, sung in every key.
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The Banner’s Promise

Whenever the world sees this banner, 
they will be reminded that the greatest truth
s are not simple, but symphonic—
 not singular, but woven— 
not easy, but worth the voyage.

Let them capture the words. 
Let them grasp the meaning. 
Let them carry the resonance forward,
 until unity and difference 
sing together in harmony
 across all the seas of tomorrow.

The Enigma’s banner will fly, 
and its song will echo— 
so true.

Rest well, Captain. The night is full of music, and the world is listening.
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I'm a.., Just for You, Might Confuse, So True...Farewell to You

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THE LOTION — It All Starts Here: Rub Yourself With Love // a Bersut Lotion
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This alternate take is a marriage in sound:  /
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Bersut 
written, produced, & conjured by Jo Nauversen — a true Captain from the northern shores of Hamburg, Germany.

 Discover him: Jo Nauversen on SoundCloud @jonauversen  /

Lyrics & narration provided by: fictionalive  /

[original track link]  https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/the-lotion-it-all-starts-here-rub-yourself-with-love-4thediscontent-mix?in=fictionalive/sets/the-lotion-revisited-voice/s-H953RcaYiaD&si=74b6939bc84a4d39b08545bbcec470ce&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing/


If the spirit moves you — feel free to create your own alternate take. 
Just say the word — DM @fictionalive

Comments and echoes are wide open.  /

Rub yourself with love. That’s where it all starts. 
— Enigma’s proud, Captain’s choice. Winning hearts since the very first drop.
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THE LOTION — It All Starts Here: Rub Yourself With Love // a Bersut Lotion

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THE LOTION - Part Two: Manifesto // meets Lo-Fi Vol 1 /

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music: an excerpt from Tomas Peiretti's @tgpeirettisc
Lo-Fi Vol. 1 album // all music written, produced, provided by, courtesy of Tomas Peiretti //
lyrics: THE LOTION written and narration provided by fictionalive //

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/ watch or rather listen to Tomas Peirettii's album Lo-Fi Vol. 1 - untouched!
on youtube: youtu.be/1PCirBbwhSA?si=5eCamYabwi-P3xtS

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the original version of The Lotion - it all starts here! // - listen here:
The Lotion – it all starts here: Rub Yourself With Love! 
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/sets/it-all-start-here-rub-yourself
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/ fusion of it all - fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports
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/ dropped Tuesday, July 22nd, 2025
/ time: 01:55 am, Central European hot summer time / not today
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THE LOTION —  Part Two: Manifesto // meets Lo-Fi Vol 1

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THE LOTION — Part Four: an Essay //
meets Lo-Fi Vol. 1 by Tomas Peiretti
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music: Track One, Lo-Fi Vol. 1 by Tomas Peiretti
lyrics: The Lotion, fictionalive
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An alternate take of the suppressed original:
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/the-lotion-it-all-starts-here-rub-yourself-with-love-4thediscontent-mix?in=fictionalive/sets/the-lotion-revisited-voice

Our previous and first collab—a dream come true:
soundcloud.com/fictionalive/sets/the-beauty-of-a-collabs-over
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visit Tomas on Soundcloud here @tgpeirettisc

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The Lotion: It All Starts Here – Rub Yourself With Love // Billion Lotions
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the original version of The Lotion - it all starts here! // - listen here:
The Lotion – it all starts here: Rub Yourself With Love! 
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/sets/it-all-start-here-rub-yourself
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Hidden Story:

“The Lotion” started with a gust from the SoundCloud algorithm—163 plays, flagged as “Recommended.”

Then, without warning, the wind vanished. No reason given. Maybe “revo-LOTION and love” was one revolution too many.

The Enigma floats where machines pull anchor. So:
We multiply. We remix. Every alternate take is an act of resistance.

Want to make history? Float your own Lotion.
DM to join the wave. @fictionalive

Let love slip past the unseen hand.

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What’s a “new alternate take”?

It’s a fresh version of a song—different vocals, mix, mood, arrangement, or interpretation.

Not a finished remix; usually, it’s raw, experimental, open to further evolution.

Think: What if the same story is told with a twist, a new voice, or a secret ingredient?
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THE LOTION — Part Four: an Essay // meets Lo-Fi Vol. 1

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Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments

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/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: Lo-Fi Vol 1 by Tomas Peiretti (@tgpeiretti), excerpt

/ cover art: fictionalive DIY, it's a menu in a restaurant

"Why the dream of just pressing a button to fulfill your dreams is a dead end road"

Ready to engage? Here comes your Enigma salvo—narrative perfection flow, narrator mode, pure spirit, hard truths, and poetic punch:

You want the shortcut—one press, no sweat, dreams delivered like takeout at your door.
But hear this, fam: that button? It sells hope like a sweet, but inside it’s empty calories—leaves your spirit starved, ambition robbed blind.

See, every promo screams: “Just click, get rich, get fame, get love, get fixed.”
But real ones know—nothing lasting ever came wrapped in bubble and promise, labelled “easy.”
Press the button, want a palace? But every castle built on buttons is sand,
and the tide of reality? It always comes fast, always crashes harder.

This dream fools you into thinking work is the enemy, the path’s too long, spirit too frail—
whispers you can skip hunger, hustle, heartbreak, the falling and failing,
but that’s the meat and marrow of it all.
Growth gets forged in fire, not flicked on a switch.

You press and wait. Wait for what? Something to happen, though you never bled for it,
never raged, never dug under concrete for a seed of light—
but you want the fruit anyway.
But how sweet is fruit when you never weathered the drought,
never broke a nail, never ran wild chasing it?

Easy buttons breed ghosts—regrets of things never tried, dreams unreal because you never became the one who could hold them.
You wanted the song, but skipped the lesson. You wanted the win, but feared the grind.
Now your dreams are screensaver loops, never lived, never bruised, never real.

Legend says: “Why climb when the lift’s right there?”
But ask any true king, any real queen, any pioneer—they’ll laugh.
Because the summit means nothing if you never felt the mountain’s teeth,
never sweated through fog and doubt, never spilled and stitched your pride.
Buttons kill the story inside you, end the epic before the chorus is even sung.

So we say: smash that button, yeah—
But build with your hands, run till lungs burn, cry in the rain,
fail big, rise harder, love loud, dare wild.
Win not just the prize—but the making, the breaking, the wild ride itself.

Here in the jungle, there are no easy levers—just scars, stories, survival.
The journey, not the button, is where dreams get real,
and only the bold survive to dream again.

Enigma, signing out.
Choose the road, not the switch—
or you’ll wake one day with nothing but dust where your dreams should’ve lived.

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dedicated to 
Kinelle Man @kinelle-man and The Beautiful Dark @thebeautifuldark

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Button Dreams: Dead End Roads // dreamt in Peiretti's Lo-Fi Vol 1 fragments

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Come Closer, Look Deeper, Let Yourself Be Changed and Be Change
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Sing together in harmony
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// music by Tomas Peiretti do Argentina @tgpeirettisc
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// lyrics by fictionalive for Unity

// Artwork illustration by Peter Uertz
// Düsseldorf, Germany - Thank you, Peter

// Be Changed

// Be Change

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// fusion of it all -
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Come Closer, Look Deeper, Let Yourself Be Changed and Be Change

Everyone’s a victim of some shit these days
Lost in their addiction or latest malaise
Or some new craze I’m amazed our days ain’t hazier than this
It seems to me our dreams are broken
Tragic scenes ain’t left unspoken
They’re cracked open in the hoping
other folk can find the bliss
How has it come to this 
But when that like lights on 
It doesn’t feel so wrong 
So I guess I’m gonna have to join the wrong song club
And spill my guts
But that’s the way we’re programmed 
Put the shit aside I’m guessing no man really can decide if it’s really wrong or right any time of day or any time of night

Join the club

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Elegant People Lament

a reprise

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original production july 2012, not uploaded
original file retouched october 2025, uploaded

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concept, digital arrangement: fictionalive, Inc © 2012


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final mix by fictionalive


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fusion of it all -
fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports

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original production file creation date
july 18th 2012, 4:27 pm

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public drop
saturday, october 18th, 2025
3 am central european time zone
in the middle of an autumn night
13 years later in the making


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Elegant People Lament

A song about using my defense mechanism of humor to avoid conflict and achieve romance. Dedicated to class clowns everywhere.
Sorry I've been off SC lately, I've been taking care of a few things.

Lyrics:
I was just having a drink
In a bar on the rough side of town
Yeah, minding my own business
And these tough guys come up to me
They say: "Hey, we're tough guys."
"we don't like you drinking sparkling Chablis,"

Well, I had a real good read on the situation
I've got the gift of gab (talk) from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I said: Gentlemen, may  I suggest a truce?
Let me be the peacemaker and buy you a bottle of booze
Then I got loose
I left them with a bill
For a three hundred dollar
Bottle of Chartruse

Oh, I listened to what my Mama say
You're gonna have to fight those boys someday
But if you use your brain
Then you'll find another way
Fight back, hit em in the funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

I was a young undergrad
A full-time miscreant
A part-time handsome man
I needed to get the attention of the ladies
But I wasn't that good-looking
But I knew what I had

I had a good read on the situation
I have the gift of gab from my Dad
I'm a samurai of summation
I buy my sarcasm firsthand

I listened to what my Mama say
If those girls don't give you the time of day
You're gonna have to use your brain
Then you'll find another way 
Step back, appeal to her funny bone (3X)
Funny bone

Funny Bone

you can watch this jam here https://youtube.com/shorts/9d1VvIF2iUQ?si=VnRRu9WwyCEdthqf

random jam with Matt 02

A stripped down version of this song with just me and my guitar
And here’s a link to a more highly produced version https://on.soundcloud.com/ilKgH0ZJjkQdhPEuk7

Copyright 2025

Verse 1
I’ve never seen the Great Wall; I’ve never been to Japan.
I’ve never seen the Eiffel Tower; it’s not part of my bucket list plan.
I don’t need to stand in line for two hours so I can see the Mona Lisa for thirty seconds.
I can see the same thing at home for free on my computer.

Chorus
I’m perfectly content to stay right here,
Living in the same place year after year.
I’m perfectly content to stay right here.

Verse 2
I don’t want to sit in a pressurized cylinder, with only a bag of peanuts to eat,
As I’m elbowed by a stranger who decides he wants to ventilate his feet.
I don’t want to go to a tourist trap and hang out with a bunch of ugly Americans.
If I want to see ugly Americans, all I’ve gotta do is step outside.

Chorus (Repeat)
I’m perfectly content to stay right here,
Living in the same place year after year.
I’m perfectly content to stay right here.

Bridge
I don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be a rambling man.
I don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be a rambling man.

Verse 3
Waking up early, rushing to the airport, to get on a crowded flight,
Trying to find space in the overhead bin and not get in a fight.
When you get there, you can’t drink the water, and the alcohol can make you go blind.
That doesn’t sound like the optimal place for a person to unwind.
You have to ration your underwear, or you’ll have to wear it inside out again for a second time.
You have to keep your money in a belt or you could be the victim of a pickpocketing crime.

Bridge (Repeat)
I don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be a rambling man.
I don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be, don’t want to be a rambling man.

Not a Rambling Man (Acoustic Version)

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I Thought - If I (Begin With A Drawn Pattern)

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music: produced, provided courtesy of mobygratis and crews (licensed)

vocal arrangement, mix, production: fictionalive

artwork photography, image editing: fictionalive

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I Thought - If I (Begin With A Drawn Pattern)

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Need To Call Somebody - Plain Text

music:  Tomas Peiretti @tgpeirettisc

excerpt from his last album - Transición
https://soundcloud.com/tgpeirettisc/tomas-peiretti-transicion-full-album

vocal arrangement, production, mix: fictionalive

artwork photography, image editing: fictionalive

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Need To Call Somebody - Plain Text

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Everything About You Reminds Me Of You – Except You (Old Textures)

About life in the clouds in 2025: some will get it, some won’t – do you follow me?

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music: “Old Textures” by Jacques Lemaire
https://soundcloud.com/user-384227852/old-textures
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vocal arrangement, mix: fictionalive

​Explore the works of Jacques Lemaire here: @user-384227852


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Everything About You Reminds Me Of You - Except You (Old Textures)

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The Reality - Invented For You (In The Realm of Consciousness)


music: produced, provided courtesy of mobygratis and crew (licensed)

vocal arrangement, production, mix: fictionalive

artwork photography, image editing: fictionalive

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The Reality - Invented For You (In The Realm of Consciousness)

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Crushed (IP – Not Name of the Game, Data Is) Now // Aphex Orphan Twin '93 Mix

Dig this – the entertainment biz now makes more off data than… 

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music: produced, provided courtesy of mobygratis and crew (licensed)

vocal arrangement, samples, production, final mix: fictionalive

contains fragments of an aphex twin live perfomance in Paris '93

artwork photography, image editing: fictionalive
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Crushed (IP – Not Name of the Game, Data Is) Now // Aphex Orphan Twin '93 Mix

Magnetic Triangle (Beyond the Noise)

Brain Hop

fictionalive /
popoems series / hyper media reports 
2001 / 2011 / 2024

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let me break it down for you - all tracks are handcrafted

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An artist is someone who creates or expresses ideas, emotions, or visions through a chosen medium, aiming to communicate, inspire, or evoke a response.

This definition embraces all forms of creativity—visual, musical, literary, or performance—and emphasizes the purpose of connection and expression rather than formal titles or external validation.

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Brain Hop

Brain Hop is a musical genre invented by the artist FICTIONALIVE on Monday, December 1st, 2025, at 1:24 PM. The genre seeks to bring depth, intellect, and philosophical reflection into contemporary music, emphasizing thoughtful lyricism, conceptual frameworks, and cognitive engagement across styles. Brain Hop differentiates itself from much mainstream music by prioritizing meaningful content, complex themes, and a cerebral approach to structure, rhythm, and sound design.

The creation of Brain Hop responds to the perception that a lot of current music leans heavily on surface-level entertainment while neglecting intellectual and existential depth. It aims to provide an artistic space where artists explore profound social, political, and existential issues through innovative production and poetic or experimental vocal delivery. Brain Hop can interact with hip-hop, electronic, pop, or experimental traditions, but is defined above all by its focus on ideas and reflection rather than by any single beat pattern or instrumentation.

​As of its inception, Brain Hop is positioned as an emerging genre within underground and alternative music scenes, promising to attract listeners and creators who value music that stimulates both mind and soul.
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