Indie rock and folk for quiet days stuck inside. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in India.

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Indie rock and folk for quiet days stuck inside. Updates every Wednesday with popular tracks in Japan.

신나는노래후보

Indie Chill

Copy of Indie Chill

Indie!

Hailing from Cardiff, Red Telephone’s blend of melodic psych and darkwave has drawn comparisons to indie trailblazers MGMT, St. Vincent, and fellow Welsh cult favourites Super Furry Animals. Their second album ‘Delay The New Day’ was released in January 2025, garnering critical acclaim from the likes of Clash, Under The Radar, and God Is In The TV.

Exploring themes of paranoia, doubt, hope, and the trappings of group dynamics, ‘Delay the New Day’ was arranged by the band in solitude in Cornwall and recorded semi-live in under two weeks. Driven by the quintet's knack for multi-instrumental intricacies and drawing on cinematic influences, Red Telephone’s latest work is bold, genre-bending and defiantly optimistic, while staying true to the unique style they established in their 2023 debut.

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“Gritty, brilliantly dark and expansive. A deliciously dark, mesmerising and a dystopian-tinged sonic palette that could have been heard in Bowie’s Berlin in the late 1970’s. An impressive and masterful debut.” - Clash Music

“Very nicely layered. Has a bit of early 80s melodrama; a sort of Pet Shop Boys croon and a Krautrock halo.” – Steve Lamacq, BBC 6 Music

“They have the potential to soundtrack a generation.” – Drowned in Sound

“Something brilliantly dark about this, with their synth psych noir with a pulse. Real potential to go big.” - Chris Hawkins, BBC 6 Music

“With music as smart as their aesthetic, Cardiff’s Red Telephone are making neo-noir sounds that could have made it onto the ‘Drive’ soundtrack.” – Gigwise

Delay the New Day

Willing to Wait

SILVERLINING

if you knew


Original track : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-k2_Liofy8&ab_channel=LolaYoungVEVO

Lyrics :
You know I'm impatient
So why would you leave me waiting outside the station
When it was like minus four degrees?
And I, I get what you're sayin'
I just really don't wanna hear it right now
Can you shut up for like once in your life?
Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice about
How you think I'm gonna die lucky if I turn 33
Okay, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney
I'm not skinny, and I pull a Britney every other week
But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate, you hate
It's taking you ages
You still don't get the hint, I'm not askin' for pages
But one text or two would be nice
And please, don't pull those faces
When I've been out working my arse off all day
It's just one bottle of wine or two
But, hey, you can't even talk
You smoke weed just to help you sleep
Then why you out gettin' stoned at four o'clock?
And then you come home to me
And don't say hello, 'cause I got high again
And forgot to fold my clothes
'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
Oh-ooh, and I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean
You told me, "Get a job, " then you ask where the hell I've been
And I'm too perfect, 'til I open my big mouth
I want to be me, is that not allowed?
And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb
You hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month
And I'm too perfect, 'til I show you that I'm not
A thousand people I could be for you, and you hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot
You hate the fucking lot

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On Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/4kuuEk54M3hFGHsr3PrIYe?si=abb5a98372864cff

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/elvis-in-a-submarine-single/1818329561

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Spotify!

Elvis in a Submarine

Mean Time

amna riaz - kya sach ho tum

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Indie Rock, Chamber Pop, Baroque Pop, Indie, Alternative

vanity box (sometimes life just shapes like a knife)

Headless Horseman

Transient

Yesterday

Originally released on streaming platforms on: July 10, 2025

just moving all music from streaming over to SoundCloud

Sick N' Tired

crashed into you

A love letter written in the language of stars.
This track imagines a constellation not found in any telescope. A trinity of celestial muses lost in the folds of space and time. Each one holds a different force: guidance, mystery and salvation.

With dreamlike textures and cosmic rhythm, the song drifts through parallel skies where love still exists beyond reason. It’s not about chasing answers, but about feeling the gravity of something eternal.

Some stars don’t burn for science.
They burn for memory, for myth and for those who dared to name them.

Zimara

Mientras Viva Siempre Te Recuerdo

Plaza de la Niebla

musicvideo : https://youtu.be/k8l7dOzCkeM

[Verse]
별빛 아래 내 그림자
흔들리는 마음의 바다
너의 눈 속 우주가 보여

[Prechorus]
멀리 떠나지 마
내 손을 잡아줘

[Chorus]
우주와 나와 너와 나
끝없는 밤하늘 아래서
우주와 나와 너와 나
우린 하나가 돼

[Verse 2]
은하수 위를 걷는 꿈
모래알 속 숨겨진 빛
너와 함께라면 난 충분해

[Prechorus]
멀리 떠나지 마
내 곁에 있어줘

[Chorus]
우주와 나와 너와 나
끝없는 밤하늘 아래서
우주와 나와 너와 나
우린 하나가 돼

feel your universe
artwork by @jangkyosoo

우주와 나와 너와 나

My shadow friend

“Breathe You In” captures the intimate tension between desire and distance — that quiet space where emotion turns into rhythm and silence becomes sound.

Built on a minimalist groove of dry drums, warm bass, and gentle synth waves, the track blends melancholy and sensuality, evoking the late-night pulse of 80s alternative pop.

Its breathy vocals and hazy atmosphere pull the listener inward, as if each note were an exhale that never fully fades.

For moments when nostalgia feels alive, and every breath is a memory.

Yesterday

Michael Yu