An AI that learns, envies, cries, but never loves. A punchy, glitchy electro hit about the absence of feeling in the machine.

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Ghost in the Shell

Lotus Pastel is one of those rare artists who seem to exist slightly outside of time. Her origins remain undefined, with brief chapters spent in Tokyo, Seoul, and Tangier before finally settling in Paris. This rootless journey shapes her music: delicate, ethereal, and quietly fearless.

With a voice both fragile and luminous, she creates songs that feel like secret confessions, half-whispered and half-sung. Her sound drifts between dreampop, poetic electronica, and intimate pop, always tinted with surreal imagery and a sense of soft resistance.

In 2025, Lotus Pastel unveiled not one but two striking albums. "Ma Vie, L’Univers" opens like a diary scattered in the wind: playful and dreamlike on tracks such as "La Machine à Café a Pété", tenderly reflective on Je suis là…, and cosmic in its collaborations with Dark Earl (L’Univers) and OldNEO (Echoes of a Myth). Later that year, "Ici, Daba et Ima" expanded her palette, weaving Franco-Japanese moods (Yuki no Shita), Moroccan shades (Daba, Sous le bleu de Chefchaouen), and fragile nocturnes (Que la nuit m’oublie).

Lotus Pastel does not chase anthems, she builds atmospheres. Each release is less an album than a landscape, pastel skies, blurred edges, words floating like fragments of a dream. And in that liminal space, she is already carving her own place in tomorrow’s music scene.

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