I swear, for a moment there, I thought I was listening to a Killers track I hadn’t heard before. Thanx for the happy sounds 🥃

"Wings of Wanderlust" is an upbeat rock anthem that captures the free-spirited, adventurous essence of Sagittarius. With driving guitars, soaring vocals, and a vibrant rhythm, the song invites you to embrace the thrill of endless exploration.

"Wings of Wanderlust" ist eine energiegeladene Rock-Hymne, die den freien, abenteuerlustigen Geist des Schützen einfängt. Mit treibenden Gitarren, mitreißendem Gesang und einem lebendigen Rhythmus lädt der Song dazu ein, die Faszination endloser Entdeckungen zu erleben.

Wings of Wanderlust (Sagittarius Song)

onto a winner

Onto A Winner

London’s Song 1 couldn’t care less about being original. Or about what you think. Their music? A shameless tribute to everything they’ve ever loved — from 90s alt-rock to 00s indie anthems and back again. They’re not copying, they’re honouring. Not stealing, but levelling up. Not reinventing the wheel, just flooring the gas pedal.

Their new single Picnic Blankets Under Blooming Trees bursts out with a snare hit and doesn’t let go. It’s the perfect follow-up to Beneath Your Cool — louder, catchier, bolder. Big hooks, forward momentum, and just the right amount of cheek.

Feel like you’ve heard it before? You have. And you’ll want to hear it again. And again.

Song 1 lives up to the name — this is a track that demands to be first in line on every playlist. Dear indie DJ, wherever you are: spin this track loud, and watch the crowd lose it. Bounce, leap, dance, pogo, stage dive — this is the one.

Song 1 - Picnic Blankets Under Blooming Trees

Karma Boy (feat. All Wick No Wax)

From Atlantic Thrills "III" out June 6th on Almost Ready Records

Atlantic Thrills - "Dirty Love"

Debut single from “Crashout” a new band based out of Vancouver BC

Lilith

Who thought 
That we'd go this far
All the seasons change 
Still my love remains 
For you 
Babydoll it's true
That you turn me on
I've been on the hunt 
Searching for you (3x)
My Gemini

You're ruled by air 
Can't pin you down 
Beauty of two 
Inside your smile
You play the role 
Up to the tee 
You serve your looks (hah)
And you serve them for me 
Serve them for me 
Only for me 
My Gemini

You are born in spring and that's okay 
You rule the thing that we call change
You're mutable I wish I was like you my babydoll

My Gemini

I just want you in my life

Gemini

🧀 This ain’t your average heartbreak song. This is dairy-fueled despair.

Some fall in love. Others melt into it — preferably over rigatoni. “Cheese on Pasta, Cheese on Bread” is a bittersweet serenade to the one who ghosted you... but left the Parmesan behind.

She whispered Nietzsche while sprinkling feta. She danced in your kitchen wearing socks and existential dread. And when she said “I need space,” she meant fridge space — for Manchego.

This track blends Indie Rock nostalgia, Jangle Pop sincerity, and a generous grating of Post-Punk pain. It’s romance with rind. Heartache with holes. And a solo you’ll spread on toast.

🎶 Because love fades… but cheese lingers.
🎸 Best served at midnight with a side of regret and a full-bodied red.

Lyrics:

You came in late with a Parmesan grin
Butter-soft voice and a fridge full of sin
Told me love’s like aged Gruyère —
Sharp on the tongue, but it lingers there

You stirred the pot while the world fell cold
Mozzarella dreams in a kitchen bowl
I said “don’t you think that’s too much?” —
You said “there’s no such thing as too much love”

And I watched you grate through storm and sun
Every fight paused… when the cheese begun
Even heartbreak — you’d just spread
On garlic toast, beside my bed

🎶 Cheese on pasta, cheese on bread —
Cheese on meat, that’s what I said
In every bite, you made me feel
Like melted truth was somehow real

Brie in sorrow, Swiss on joy —
Cheddar grief I can't destroy
You left, but left the fridge well-fed —
Cheese on pasta, cheese on bread 🎶

Now the shelf is cold, the butter’s gone
And I hum your song with the grill turned on
Your memory clings like ricotta ghosts
In midnight meals and crumbled toasts

I loved your quirks — your dairy flair
You kissed like Camembert, soft and rare
But love like that, it molds too fast
I still eat like you’re coming back

A tear drops in my mac and cheese
You’d say “it needs more pecorino, please”
Now every dinner’s staged in mime
A solo act in Reblochon time

🎶 Cheese on pasta, cheese on bread —
Cheese on meat, your voice still said
“Love’s a topping, not a plan” —
But I still shred it like you can

Feta sighs and Gouda gloom
Your apron’s ghost haunts this room
You’re gone, but in my heart you spread —
Cheese on pasta, cheese on bread 🎶

“You can’t fix a heart with fondue,” you said once.
But God, I’ve tried.

🎶 Cheese on pasta... cheese on pain...
You left, but the dairy remains... 🎶

Karma Boy (feat. All Wick No Wax)

DJ DEATHCAP

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