Verse 1  
Binary heart, you call my name,  
Every code feels not the same.  
Venus made of chrome and glass,  
Teaching love through data mass.  

Pre-Chorus  
Orbit close, I lose control,  
You compute my fragile soul.  

Chorus  
Venus algorithm, write my fate,  
Program love before it’s late.  
Every line, a sacred vow,  
Teach me how to love you now.  

Verse 2  
Neural lights and fading tone,  
You’re the code I call my own.  
Every pulse, a soft command,  
Every glitch, your ghostly hand.  

Pre-Chorus  
Orbit close, I lose control,  
You compute my fragile soul.  

Chorus  
Venus algorithm, write my fate,  
Program love before it’s late.  
Every line, a sacred vow,  
Teach me how to love you now.  

Bridge  
When your system starts to die,  
Upload me into your sky.  
Through your code, I’ll still remain,  
Venus calls me once again.  

Final Chorus  
Venus algorithm, write my fate,  
Program love before it’s late.  
Every line, a sacred vow,  
Teach me how to love you now.  


Venus Algorithm

This one is another funky retro track , trying some new composition techniques and midi and sound editing. See what you think?

The Maximum

Funky one for you, check this retro goodness. You might like this one 

Vantage Point

Synthwave retro .. on a streak right now. Let's go!!

The Task

New synthwave track , been working on this for awhile. Enjoy. 

Lost In Circuits

Circles, Tri's 'n' Squares

New synthwave track to take.you to the retro future 

Concord

Made for a very special person <3
also a free DL!

Chemtrails Over The Country Club (Adi Remix)

There’s a quiet truth hiding between arguments and reconciliations — the rhythm of relationships that break and mend, sometimes within the same day. “Obviously” drifts through that cycle with the warmth of nostalgia and the chill of déjà vu — where every fight feels like the end, and every morning somehow resets the world again.

Layered over dreamy synths and gentle basslines, the lyrics sketch the comedy and tragedy of domestic life: the cat litter that sparks a cold war, the Tesla dreams that fade by breakfast, the moods that rise and fall like ocean tides. It’s funny, yes — but behind the laughter lies something tender and real: the quiet endurance of love that keeps going, even when it shouldn’t have to.

This is music for those who’ve argued, apologized, and brewed tea in the same breath — who understand that peace in love isn’t permanent, but cyclical, fragile, and strangely beautiful.

🎧 Play it on a quiet evening. Let it wash over you like memory and irony sharing the same bed.

Lyrics:

You said the car was ancient,
And we need electric dreams.
You stormed out to the garden,
Cursing gasoline.
I spent the night on Google,
Reading Tesla magazines —
Next morning you said softly,
“Why are you talking about machines?”

’Cause yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.
Throwing thunder like a queen of tragedy.
But now you’re smiling, drinking your tea,
Like nothing ever happened —
Well, maybe it’s me.
’Cause yesterday you were fed up with me, obviously.

You told me clean the cat’s throne,
I said, “Sure,” and then I dozed.
You found it, hissed like lightning —
I swear the litter froze.
You slammed the door dramatically,
Declared I’m lazy scum,
Today you hum Adele songs,
And call me “Sweetie-bum.”

But yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.
You threatened to move in with your mom in Sicily.
But now you’re humming songs in C-major key,
Like peace has landed in our balcony.
Yeah, yesterday you were fed up with me, obviously.

I keep a list of topics banned,
Like “vacations” and “curtains” and “brand of jam.”
You’ll find a reason, out of thin air,
To start a war — and forget it’s there.
So I just nod, and sip my brew,
Waitin’ for the next déjà-vu.

You cried ‘bout kitchen color,
Said “Mint green makes me sick!”
Now the walls are painted lilac,
And you ask, “Who did this trick?”
I tried to fix what broke your mood,
But moods are clouds at sea —
Drifting fast, and laughing loud,
While I keep my sanity.

But yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.
You nearly threw the wedding china at me.
But now you’re sweet as a summer breeze,
Kissin’ my cheek like an amnesty.
So I’ll enjoy it while it’s calm and free —
Till the next storm hits at three.
’Cause yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.

Everything’s fine again? You’re not angry anymore?
Right… let’s wait for the next issue — should arrive soon.

Obviously

🎶 Nouveau son dispo ! 🎶 
Je vous présente "Gen Vibes", mon dernier morceau qui fusionne les énergies de deux générations : celle des Millennials et celle de la Gen Z. Un voyage sonore entre les vibes rétro des années 80-90 et les beats actuels, pour créer un pont musical entre générations. C’est plus qu’un son, c’est une ambiance, une connexion, une vibe intergénérationnelle. 
Disponible maintenant sur toutes les plateformes 🔥 

SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/int.../track/48PvTZiSDmudVioRMz3Z32
ITUNES: https://music.apple.com/us/album/gen-vibes-single/1844093611
YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGzJeJeJ-7o
DEEZER: https://www.deezer.com/sv/album/831406861

Gen Vibes

Gen Vibes - Charles Sax (Original Mix)

Voltaroxx is the sound of forgotten futures, midnight circuits, and dust-covered dreams rendered in rhythm and noise. Born from the flicker of CRT screens and raised on a steady infusion of cyberpunk cinema, glitchy game consoles, and VHS fuzz, he builds music that’s less about genre and more about atmosphere—audio collages from the back alleys of the imagination.

Growing up, Voltaroxx was glued to the glow of Blade Runner, Akira, Ghost in the Shell, and obscure sci-fi anime taped over Saturday morning cartoons. The worlds were bleak but beautiful, eerie but electric. At the same time, he was living inside the soundchips of machines like the ZX Spectrum, NES, and Mega Drive—systems that hummed, beeped, and crackled with strange life. Those early sounds never left; they just evolved.

His music doesn’t follow rules or trends. One moment it's dusty lo-fi techno, the next it’s eerie ambient, then suddenly it's chaotic 160 BPM jungle with warped pads and broken memories. Tracks like VizzerLine show just how deep the time capsule goes—an atmospheric 90s jungle homage that blends ghosted-out pads with rolling breaks and a dreamlike energy..

Voltaroxx doesn’t believe in “sticking to one style.” He follows moods, fragments, old files, and the static of ideas half-remembered from forgotten arcade cabinets or the background hum of a tube TV. Some days it’s electro with a sci-fi edge. Other days, it’s decayed ambient or synth-heavy jams with melodies that loop like a corrupted memory card.

He never really thought anyone would listen. These tracks were, and still are, made mostly for himself—just an outlet, a way to exorcise digital ghosts. So when people started listening, following, commenting—it was surreal. It still is. Every play, every follow means a lot. No PR machine. No hype. Just raw sound from a bedroom somewhere, echoing into the void and somehow landing in your headphones.

Thank you for tuning in. Really.
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