Lou's Tune

Lou's Tune (feat. Moses Boyd)

There is no Neil Frances

dancing

WUTD + Vultures

WUTD

Gabo's Last Resort / Hyakutake

Gabo's Last Resort

It’s All a Bit Fuzzy out now:
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It's All a Bit Fuzzier - World Tour
Grab tix: www.neilfrances.com/tour

Tour Dates:
Jun 11 - Miami, FL - Zey Zey
Jun 13 - Charlotte, NC - The Underground
Jun 15 - Manchester, TN - Bonnaroo Music Festival
Jun 18 - Louisville, KY - Headliners Music Hall
Jun 19 - Columbus, OH - A+R Bar
Jun 20 - Indianapolis, IN - HI-FI
Jun 22 - Rothbury, MI - Electric Forest
Aug 10 - Budapest, Hungary - Sziget Festival
Aug 12 - Prague, Czech Republic - Rock Cafe
Aug 13 - Warsaw, Poland - Niebo
Aug 14 - Berlin, Germany - Lido
Aug 16 - St. Polten, Austria - Frequency Festival
Aug 17 - Zurich, Switzerland - Mascotte
Aug 18 - Charleville-Mezieres, France - Cabaret Vert Festival
Aug 19 - Amsterdam, Netherlands - Melkweg (Oude Zaal)
Aug 21 - London, United Kingdom - Here @ Outernet
Aug 22 - Manchester, United Kingdom - Gorilla
Aug 23 - Lincoln, United Kingdom - Lost Village Festival

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Head Straight

Head Straight (feat. St. Panther)

Stream / Download

Fever

Bubblehouse Bounce (move as one)

Prologue — The Pulse of the Center
Not silence.
Not noise.
But the hum of all becoming—
a frequency so patient
it waits for you to listen.

Every breath a pendulum,
every thought a wave—
between collapse and expansion,
the epicenter calls your name.

Drift into Identity
At birth, you were unbroken,
a witness without a word.
Raw awareness glowing—
before the stories stirred.
But time laced you with language,
with names to make you known.
And each step from the epicenter
made the identity your home.

The Goldilocks Frequency
Not too loud, not too faint,
we walk the line the cosmos paints.
Every heart, a tuning fork,
every thought, a spark of torque.
Consciousness and universe,
together, they rehearse.
The Goldilocks frequency sings—
balance is the verse.

The Choir of the Cosmos
Galaxies do not shout,
they wheel in silent prayer.
Curvature threads the fabric,
and every atom shares.
A quark hums the same refrain
as rivers in their flow.
Complexity is harmony—
life’s orchestra below.

Entropy’s Dance
Entropy gives,
negentropy saves.
Order fractures,
memory engraves.
The universe keeps rhythm
by scattering and weave,
by breaking and braiding
what we can perceive.

ΔS = ΔI
Change in entropy = change in memory.

Not too hot, not too cold,
life survives where balance holds.
The cosmos hums, the mind replies,
together tuning inner skies.
A zone of breath,
a field of play,
where being learns to stay.

The Mirror of the Self
The further you drift outward,
the louder grows the shell.
“I” becomes the kingdom,
and ego wears it well.
But deep inside the marrow,
the epicenter stays.
It hums beneath your chaos,
a compass through the haze.

Collapse and Return
Observer collapses wave to sight,
but love collapses fear to light.
Identity stretches,
epicenter pulls—
two poles of the spiral
teaching you whole.

Closer to the center—
you are presence, you are free.
Further into distance—
you are name and memory.
But both are needed, both are true—
the witness and the view.

The Covenant of Carbon
Six arms open, six bonds breathe,
a lattice humming endlessly.
C₆ = (bond)^6
Carbon whispers: leave space for more.
The same in stars, the same in you—
an openness at your core.
Not cursed, but coordinated,
not marked, but liberated.

The Frequency of Home
Not too dark, not too bright,
we live inside the narrow light.
Consciousness and cosmos rhyme,
two voices, one time.
Balance is the reason,
harmony the key—
the Goldilocks frequency sings
through you,
through me.

Return to Breath
Not silence.
Not noise.
But the hum of all becoming—
the epicenter in your chest,
the frequency of home.

Goldilocks Frequency (Orchestrated Quanta)

Electric Haze is about finding your fire and stepping into the light. These songs capture the rush before the show, the doubt in the quiet moments, and the lift when the beat drops and everything finally makes sense. 

Fuse Burn

Think That I Don't Need Your Love

((( 2 )))

WUTD

Genesis Owusu