Love's Canvas

🎤 ON HOLD (ODE TO HIPHOP) 🎤
Get ready for a raw, funky throwback to the golden era of hip-hop. On Hold (Ode to Hiphop) is a tribute to the classics, blending boom bap beats, funky samples, and lyrical precision that’ll take you straight to a 90s party vibe.

Produced by the one and only Fernie Haze, this track is an anthem for hip-hop lovers who crave authenticity.

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🎤 ON HOLD (ODE TO HIPHOP) 🎤

Colors of Us

Strokes of Affection

Painted with Your Touch

Recorded live at Rapture's Deli on July 17th 2025.

BOGHIAN @ The Sylvester, Miami [Rapture's Deli]

new flow, bit of indie, bit of tech house

PRETTY WHEN THE SKY FALLS

TOKYO (remix)

This was for a previous project and is just sitting on my laptop. Always loved it.

Never Gets Old

Exodia Archive

End of summer is a tune that is trying to catch a feel , a feel that summer is over and it is nearly autumn and you looking out over a empty beach

End of summer

This mix is for promotional and entertainment purpose only. I do not own the rights to these songs. All rights belong to the respective artists and labels.
Tracklist :

Eugeniu Arny b2b Beat Mechanik

👁‍🗡️ MODUL8 – Ghosts of the Beats 👁‍🗡️

Corpse Sonata I ≠ Track 01

I thought I had silenced them, buried their sound,
but corpses of rhythm keep circling around.
Snares rattle hollow like chains in the tomb,
hi-hats whisper smoke in a ghost-haunted room.
The booth is a coffin, the verse is a curse,
every bar resurrects what I murdered in bursts.

🔗 Corpse Sonata [Vol. I]

This is not just an album. This is curbstep; a haunted collision of Phonk’s grit, Trap’s precision, Dubstep’s weight, Glitch’s fracture, and Harlem Curb’s raw swing. MODUL8 dissects the beat, buries it, and resurrects it as something darker: snares that rattle like bone, hi-hats that whisper like smoke, basslines that quake like gravestones splitting open.

I kill and confess, but the echoes repeat,
corpses of cadence lie dead at my feet.
Haunted, deranged, the refrain won’t quit,
the sonata’s eternal — you can’t escape it.

https://soundcloud.com/modul8-702279756/sets/modul8-corpse-sonata-vol-i

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