EXPOSED

Xmas Blood

BOOM BOOM

Born in 1992 and reborn in shadowed synths, Johannesburg traces the hush before upheaval. A city holding its breath. The scent of injustice rising like heat from the sand.

Minimal beats, wide night skies, and Juno Wilde’s low ember of a voice carry the story forward, not as history, but as a wound that still glows under the skin.

A memory. A warning. A place that refuses to stay silent.

Johannesburg

Can You…? wanders through the feverish edge of desire, all velvet bruises and questions no one wants to answer. The synths simmer, the rhythm stalks, and Juno Wilde slips through it with a voice that feels half prayer, half provocation.

It circles the old hunger for love, the kind that tastes like danger and hope at the same time. A quixotic little storm. Sharp, tender, and beautifully unwell.

Can you....?_

crossed arms, leaning against a wall like you're
nonchalant, are you nonchalant, are you?
baby blunt between your lips in your black zip
nonchalant are you, nonchalant are you? 
 
are you artist or prod or are you both? 
do you paint till you faint?
can you rock a boat?
do you fake till you make?
or would you rather know
how many years till you make it? 
then you'll never know 

you want to be
nonchalant
don't you? 
but you're overthinking it
got it whole wrong 

who wants to be nonchalant?
when you're upper echelon
of your own league 
can't do nothing wrong 

crossed arms, leaning against a wall like you're
nonchalant, are you nonchalant, are you?
baby blunt between your lips in your black zip
nonchalant are you, nonchalant are you? 

you want to be nonchalant 
don't you

but you're overthinking it 
got it whole wrong 

who wants to be nonchalant? 
 

nonchalant_Fm_140bpm

BROKEN PIECES

“Dirty Frame” is a neon-noir fever dream set in a world where desire and suspicion blur at every angle. The song opens with a dizzying, cinematic tilt—laughs that spill like guilt, glass that trembles, whispers that flicker at the edge of vision. Its imagery paints a relationship as volatile as a nightclub crime scene, where the glow of one lover feels more like a warning sign than warmth. The verse’s shifting perspectives and rhythmic stutters pull the listener into a space that’s unstable, electric, and crackling with unspoken accusations.

As the story deepens, the song becomes an examination of emotional deceit and vanishing truths. Every touch feels staged, every gesture a clue that evaporates as soon as it appears. The choruses strike like camera flashes, framing a love that’s been tampered with—contaminated with rumors, glitches, and mismatched intentions. By the second verse, the illusion fully unravels: messages fade like washed-out chalk, identities slip, and the protagonist finds themselves dancing with an echo. The world of the song feels like a maze of alibis, where shadows lie and reflections cannot be trusted.

The bridge fractures into a looping breakdown, capturing the disorientation of loving someone who constantly rewrites the rules. But the final chorus offers escape—a reclamation of self from a relationship staged like evidence in a case that never closes. Stepping out of the “dirty frame” becomes an act of liberation, a refusal to be defined by someone else’s chaos. The song ends not with resolution, but with clarity: the protagonist walks off the page, leaving behind a world of neon crimes and whispered misdirections, reclaiming their narrative from the blur.

DIRTY FRAME

My soul

chill ambient triphop vibes
produced by fogdiver

still dreaming

If you can relate to my pain i’m sorry but thank you for listening 🤍 

He Hit Me

falling up

A reflection pulled from the shadows of early-90s Sydney, “all that is gone” sits somewhere between memory and myth. It’s a song about the men we walked past, the stories we inherited, and the things we tried to teach that never quite stuck. A slow burn about dignity, damage, and the ghosts a city creates.

Written in ’92. Revisited now.

All that is gone

Overthinking Demo v.1 (Sped)

A quiet storm of a song. “Blame” drifts through velvet synths and shadowed strings, letting the voice confess what politeness usually smothers. It lingers on the moment a soul finally stops rescuing another and chooses truth instead. Each line circles the wound with a kind of decadent honesty, the sort that hurts because it is beautiful. The pulse stays low, the mood stays dark, and the song moves like a midnight letter never meant to be sent. A study in betrayal, clarity, and the strange relief that arrives when you return the blame to its rightful owner.

Blame

[dec] to be cringe is to be free. thank you for listening

vampire lighter

We Should Feel More Human

Paycheck to Paycheck

British-Iranian alt-pop artist Zahra Deljoui blends raw emotion with sleek, genre-blurring production — crafting powerful, deeply personal songs rooted in queer identity, introspection, and cinematic storytelling. Her latest single Dreamt I Kissed Her, co-written and produced by long-time collaborator Jonatan Bäckelie, is a haunting coming-of-age anthem released during Pride season. The track has since been remixed into a dark, dance-ready Swedish garage version, set to drop in September, offering a fresh take on its original emotional landscape.

Zahra’s music has been featured on BBC Introducing, Amazing Radio UK, and platforms like Apple Music, Amazon Music, TIDAL, FLO, and VEVO — where her video for Love is Love was highlighted on LGBTQIA+ Women in Music playlists. With a sound that draws influence from artists like Halsey, King Princess, Tove Lo, and FLETCHER, Zahra is building a world of introspective pop for anyone who’s ever felt different.

I make pop like I’m possessed by the universe 

Here to share all the wonderfulness of my big beau brain 🧠✨

°˖✧✿✧˖° Welcome to DUMATHIESM °˖✧✿✧˖°
My universe. My heaven. My dark side.
Parzonfel.

Stream my music on all platforms : https://hoo.be/sugarfaye

enquires dumaurra.official@gmail.com ⭐️🧚

Ma producer is Sleepless_Jaay he’s basically Hippie Jesus go show him some love 😛💗

Bleep bloop :P 

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Healing starts from the heart.
I make music from scars, truth, and the moments that changed me. detected to Jules Forever and ever

Wanderer is an introspective musical project hailing from Germany. 
    Manifesto 
We are wanderers of invisible roads,
 crossing worlds within worlds —
 planets turning in silence,
 each carrying echoes of something lost.
We move through cities of noise and mirrors,
 through the grand marketplace of vanity,
 where everything shines, but little is real.
 Here, souls barter their longing
 for the comfort of forgetting.
Yet some keep walking.
 Not rushing, not chasing —
 just moving forward,
 guided by a pull they can’t explain.

Beyond the surface,

 past what can be named or sold,

 there are quiet doors.

 They do not open with force.

 


They wait —

 for the moment when seeking turns into seeing.

What lies beyond isn’t loud.

 It doesn’t promise answers.

 But in that still space,

 something whole begins to return —

 a glimpse of the infinite

 in the smallest detail.

The journey has no map,

 only a direction: inward,

 and through.

I’m Anbid Zaman — an artist and activist shaped by displacement, resistance, and the stubborn decision to live fully even when the world tries to make that impossible. I was born in Bangladesh and grew into my voice through grassroots queer organizing, where I learned early that courage isn’t something you perform. It’s a daily discipline.

My journey from danger to refuge changed me without erasing where I come from. I now live in Germany, working at the intersections of identity, migration, and liberation — supporting queer people facing violence while navigating the fragile, necessary work of chosen family, safety, and belonging. What guides me is simple and unnegotiable: justice without compromise, solidarity across borders, and the belief that marginalised voices deserve respect, not pity.

My music carries all of this. The sound is built from testimonial storytelling, emotional minimalism, and atmosphere shaped by memory — the quiet of hiding, the noise of protest, the ache of leaving, the strange brightness of surviving. Every track holds both the weight of lived experience and a hope that refuses to disappear.

I build slowly and deliberately.
I KNOW, SLOW GROWS GLOW.

This is not just expression for me.
It’s continuation.
It’s resistance.
It’s a reminder that our stories carry power long before the world learns how to listen.

artist, producer, creator
realsoswes@gmail.com
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I make nostalgic dance music and ambient triphop
thanks for tuning in ✨️

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