Blue-Tinged Reverie drifts like a half-forgotten memory, steeped in melancholy but edged with beauty. The track leans slow and spacious, its rhythm carrying a quiet ache rather than urgency. The female vocalist sings in a husky, low register that cracks just enough to show the weight she’s carrying, her delivery conversational in places, almost like she’s talking to herself in the dark. As the chorus blooms, her voice widens, still restrained but glowing with the resilience that comes from living through sorrow. The production is warm and analog-rich, with textures that ripple like reflections in water, creating an atmosphere that feels both immediate and distant. It’s a soul-blues meditation on memory, longing, and the strange comfort of sadness when it’s shaped into song.

Blues-Tinged Reverie

Coffeehouse Soul is the album’s quietest confession, a track that feels like it could have been sung at 2 a.m. in a near-empty room. The pace is unhurried, the textures warm and lo-fi, carrying the hum of vinyl crackle and the hush of late-night solitude. The female vocalist leans close to the mic, her tone smoky and conversational, as though she’s letting the listener overhear secrets she hadn’t planned to share. The verses sit low and understated, and the choruses widen just slightly, opening a space for vulnerability without ever tipping into grandeur. Production is analog-rich, but intentionally imperfect, letting breath and silence shape the song as much as melody. Coffeehouse Soul captures the fragile beauty of solitude, the way sorrow and reflection can feel almost comforting when spoken softly into the dark.

Coffeehouse Soul

Put Me Thru is the grittiest moment on the record, a soul blues ballad that doesn’t flinch from the damage love can leave behind. The groove is slow and deliberate,  like footsteps down a long hallway that doesn’t end. The female vocalist delivers her verses with a low, husky restraint—voice thick with weariness and memory—before cutting sharper in the chorus, where every line feels like a demand for recognition. Her tone never tips into polish; it’s raw, cracked in places, but that’s what makes it unforgettable. The production leans on analog warmth but leaves space bare, echoing the isolation at the song’s core. Lyrically, it’s less about closure than confrontation—naming the harm, naming the scars, and refusing to minimize what’s been endured. Put Me Thru lingers like smoke after fire: heavy, haunting, and undeniably human.

Freedom

Phoenix Rising is a slow-burning soul ballad about survival, grit, and transformation. The track opens in restraint—hushed, smoky tones that feel bruised but unbroken—before steadily building into something fierce and unshakable. The female vocalist begins low and rough-edged, her voice carrying the scars of past wounds, then pushes higher with raw intensity as the song unfolds. Instead of grandeur, her delivery leans on honesty: cracked notes, breath drawn heavy, moments of fire born from struggle. The production is analog-warm, with every tone smoldering like embers, and the rhythm steady, almost march-like in its persistence. The shift from minor ache to major release feels earned, a release born not from spectacle but from hard-fought survival. It’s a track that doesn’t preach—it testifies, embodying the sound of a woman who’s been through the fire and come out forged, not consumed.

Phoenix Rising

Sacred Silence is a soul ballad built on restraint, a song that finds power in what isn’t said as much as in what is sung. The arrangement leaves space wide open, every pause heavy with meaning. The female vocalist sings low and deliberate, her husky tone carrying a quiet ache, each word drawn out like it costs something to release. As the song unfolds, her voice grows more insistent, not by volume but by gravity, pulling the listener deeper into its orbit. The mood is meditative but never polished, textured with the imperfections of a live, analog performance—breath audible, silence hanging in the air like smoke. Lyrically, it’s about searching for peace in stillness, about sitting with wounds that don’t yet have answers. Sacred Silence is tender, haunting, and unflinching, a track that proves soul doesn’t always have to shout to leave its mark.

Sacred Silence

Scars Still Prove is a mid-tempo soul ballad that lingers in the fragile space between endings and beginnings. Built on a steady, swaying groove, the track carries a bittersweet weight—melancholic but never collapsing under it. The female vocalist sings with a raw honesty, her tone husky and textured, heavy with memory in the verses and opening into bittersweet strength in the chorus. The song’s heart is its vulnerability: the fear that every step toward love might lead back to hurt. The production is analog-warm, with subtle layers that wrap around her voice like smoke, intimate but unpolished enough to feel lived-in. Lyrically, it balances confession with resilience, suggesting that the marks of the past don’t just wound—they testify to survival. Scars Still Prove is soul at its most human, refusing to hide the ache while daring to imagine a future past it

Scars Still Prove

Cosmic Love Flow is a soulful ballad that feels both infinite and deeply personal, a song that hovers somewhere between starlight and skin. The track drifts with an unhurried rhythm, its textures warm and analog-rich, glowing like a night sky alive with color. The female vocalist carries the weight of the song with a hushed, magnetic presence—her voice low and close in the verses, then widening in the chorus as if to echo across the heavens. The lyrics lean into the sensation of love as an orbit: gravitational, consuming, impossible to resist. Rather than aiming for spectacle, the performance feels like surrender, letting go into the pull of connection. Production layers stretch sounds into atmospheric trails, creating a sense of distance and nearness at once. It’s hypnotic, sensual, and timeless—the sound of soul music looking up and finding its reflection in the cosmos.

Cosmic Love Flow

Burned by the Fire is a slow, aching soul blues track about the hesitation that lingers after heartbreak. The groove is restrained and smoky, moving with the weight of memory rather than urgency. The female vocalist sings low and husky in the verses, carrying the sting of past wounds with a conversational intimacy—like she’s confiding rather than performing. In the chorus her voice opens wider, edged with grit, carrying the sense of someone who still feels the burn but refuses to be consumed by it. The production is analog-warm, glowing with tape-saturated textures that give the track a lived-in quality. The mood is reflective, hovering between melancholy and resilience: a portrait of someone who wants to believe in love again but can’t shake the scars. It’s soul at its most vulnerable, where the ache of survival lingers just beneath every note.

Burned By the Fire

Soul Whisper is the quietest moment on the album, a song that feels like a secret shared in confidence. The arrangement is sparse and tender, leaving room for the vocal to breathe. The female vocalist sings with a husky, close-mic intimacy, her delivery fragile at first, as though afraid the words might break in the air. Each phrase is soft but deliberate, carrying the weight of unspoken longing. As the song moves forward, her voice steadies, finding quiet strength in the space between notes. The production is warm and analog, textured with the natural imperfections of a live performance—breath, silence, the sense of someone present in the room. It’s soul stripped to its barest essence, more confession than performance, capturing the fragile balance between vulnerability and resilience. Soul Whisper lingers long after it ends, a reminder that sometimes the softest voice carries the deepest truth.

Soul Whisper

Late-Night Confession sets the tone for the record with intimacy and ache, the sound of a truth whispered in the dark when no one else is listening. The track unfolds slow and deliberate, its rhythm steady but heavy with weight, evoking the silence of an empty room at 2 a.m. The female vocalist delivers her performance in a husky, vulnerable tone that cracks just enough to reveal the fracture beneath. In the verses she leans close, almost murmuring, then lets the emotion expand in the chorus, as though the words she’s holding back can’t help but spill over. The production is warm and analog-textured, leaving in tiny imperfections—breath between lines, the sense of space in the room—that deepen its raw honesty. It’s a song about entrapment and longing, about wanting freedom but being pulled back by the ghost of a love too heavy to let go. With its restrained power and haunting atmosphere, Late-Night Confession feels like the record’s first heartbeat.

Late-Night Confession

About MP4W Records

Welcome to MP4W Records, where music meets imagination! Founded by Javan "Seeeyegee" Clark in the vibrant heart of Washington State, our indie label is dedicated to pushing the boundaries of sound across Hip Hop, EDM (Futurebass, Trap, and Trapstep), and Top 40 Pop. Since our inception in 2021, we’ve garnered over 1 million listens, and we’re just getting started!

2022 was a tough year that tested our resilience, and in 2023, we faced unexpected challenges that led us to place the label on the back burner. But every setback has been a setup for a comeback! Now, with renewed passion and creativity, I’m thrilled to reignite our mission at MP4W Records.

But we’re not just about the music; we’re creating a whole universe around it! I’m excited to share a new setting that enhances our soundscapes, inviting you to experience music like never before.

Join us on this journey as we explore new horizons and redefine what it means to be part of the music scene. At MP4W, the future sounds bright!

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