First Presentation

I made another Future Funk tune!!! AAAA ^^

Out Now!! https://stelve.fanlink.tv/lb

Lil' Blue

Around (Starlight Remix)

Is It Future Funk ?

MOTORWAY ep/album is inspired by the very beginnings of internet genres while staying connected to the style that emerged in my later works.
Hope you enjoy!

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The wait is over and the album is now available for download!
Check it!
Free streaming also included on Soundcloud today!
And if you're looking to add it to your favorite playlists, the SPOTIFY release date is: October 18, 2022

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Holdin'

Light Of Dawn

New single from my new album! I hope you like this collaboration with  @Luanmer  !

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Rose Perfume available everywhere!

Stay Funky! 💖

Crystallized Waves

Rose Perfume

Rose Perfume (feat. Luanmer)

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*free for profit* "r3l4x" Icytwat x Lordfubu x Melodic x Dark type beat (prod. Jordan Band$)

🌑 THE NIGHT‑BORN CANTICLE
A small ritual for those who listen in the dark

In the hour when shadows forget their names,
a slow pulse rises from the sand —
a circle of four chords, turning like an old lantern,
calling the wanderer into the quiet ceremony.

Guitars whisper in tremolo,
threads of silver pulled through the night air.
A bassline coils beneath them,
warm, patient, ominous,
as if guarding a secret no one remembers.

Percussion appears only when the spirits allow it:
🥁 a palm on stretched skin,
🔨 a wooden click,
🌑 a low pulse echoing under the ribs.
Nothing marches. Everything breathes.

Above, the temple hums:
🕸️ organ‑drones like distant constellations,
🌫️ detuned harmonics bending like incense smoke,
📼 tape‑warps drifting in and out of time
— the sound of an ancient room exhaling.

And then the voice:
a wind‑carried murmur,
half‑chant, half‑shadow,
never asking to be understood,
only to be followed.

This is not a song.
It is a threshold.
A small door in the desert night.
A ritual that opens only for those who walk slowly.

Mario‑core.
Collettivo‑dark‑core.
A vibration carved in the dark.

ostacoli in frazioni sparse

JMSN - Love Me (AFRO)

Miss

SALARY EP is how you feel playing on an old CDJ.

Light Of Dawn

Sparkly Night