"Neon Dreams" is an electrifying journey through a world pulsating with vibrant energy and futuristic allure. With its mesmerizing blend of electro-pop beats and dreamy melodies, the song transports listeners to a neon-lit landscape where imagination knows no bounds.

Neon Dreams Rhapsody of the Electric Night

✨ Experience the extended journey of Alizée’s Moi Lolita with Van Stoffen's Extended Dark House Remix.
This version takes the dark and dreamy vibes to another level, featuring a second deep house drop for dancefloor enthusiasts and an emotional orchestral outro that adds a cinematic finish. Perfect for those who crave both high-energy moments and reflective beauty in their music.

🌌 A remix that bridges nostalgia with modern electronic sounds, this track is a must-hear for fans of Billie Eilish, future garage, and dream pop. Ideal for TikTok trends, late-night adventures, and unforgettable club nights.

🎶 Let the music take you deeper.

This is the original version. A Noise Reduced Edition with improved clarity is now available here: https://on.soundcloud.com/CqhkeYqP2M4TyoSV6

Moi Lolita (Van Stoffen Dark House Extended Remix)

“Held Like Water” drifts between chillwave textures and alt-rock tension, exploring the feeling of being loved in a way that never lasts — gentle, unstable, and always slipping away. With shimmering guitars, echoing synths, and breathy vocals, the track captures the ache of holding on to something beautiful that refuses to stay still.

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Held Like Water

“She Only Shows Up at Night” glows with lush synths, lo-fi textures, and late-night melancholy. A chillwave slow-burn about a presence that never stays — a love that flickers like candlelight, only revealing itself in the dark. It’s haunted, romantic, and fading just as fast as it appears.

#SheOnlyShowsUpAtNight #Chillwave #DreamPopVibes #MidnightRomance #LoFiLove #SynthwaveAesthetic #Astrul #LateNightMood #SoftGlowSound #NewMusicDrop

She Only Shows Up At Night

"Stolen Echoes” is about voices that once filled your world—now reduced to echoes lost in time. It’s the sound of trying to remember someone’s laugh, someone’s warmth, and realizing it’s slipping through your fingers. A melancholic hymn for unspoken closure and all the things that linger longer than they should.

Stolen Echoes – Where Her Voice Once Lingered

https://on.soundcloud.com/fF9ucEg0wMjrOraM5G     Album




[Verse 1]
In the quiet hour, I float away
Colors blend and sway
Between shadows cast, I wander far
Underneath the stars
Whispers of the night, they beckon me
To a dreamer's sea
[Chorus]
When you find solace
In the twilight glow
The world around us
Fades to soft flow
Dreams rise
When you find solace
In the twilight glow
Dreams rise
The world around us
Fades to soft flow
Dreams rise
[Verse 2]
Silhouettes of thoughts, they dance and play
In a soft ballet
Echoes of the past, they linger here
Calmly drawing near
Underneath the moon, all fears unwind
And the stars align
[Chorus]
When you find solace
In the twilight glow
The world around us
Fades to soft flow
Dreams rise
When you find solace
In the twilight glow
Dreams rise
The world around us
Fades to soft flow
Dreams rise
[Bridge]
Floating through the night
With no end in sight
Hearts and dreams entwined
In this timeless flight
[Chorus]
When you find solace
In the twilight glow

The world just drifts away
Like leaves on a breeze
Wrapped in whispered secrets, we find our ease
Our souls collide, like constellations align
In this tranquil moment, everything's divine

[Chorus]
When you find solace
In the twilight glow
The world around us
Fades to soft flow

[Verse 3]
Amongst the stardust, we float hand in hand
Lost in the rhythm of a silent band
The whispers of the universe cradle our dreams
In a sea of echoes, nothing's as it seems

[Chorus]
When you find solace
In the twilight glow
The world around us
Fades to soft flow
Dreams rise

The World just Drifts away

In the stillness where shadows weave
Whispers of truth in the heart's gentle sigh
Hopes like stars, drifting on a breeze
Embrace the night, let your spirit fly

[Chorus]
We all wander, seeking the light
In the folds of dreams, we'll find what's right
Every tear is a step to rise
Dancing through the echoes of the sky

In the silence where heartbeats hum
Lessons wrapped in whispers, softly spun
Every moment’s a page in your song
With every ending, you’ll find where you belong

[Verse 2]
Through the mirror of time, let your soul be free
The struggles you bear are just part of the journey
Painting the canvas with colors so bright
In every shadow, there's a glimmer of light

In the garden of thoughts where petals bloom
Softly we wander, through the whispers of gloom
Every heartbeat a rhythm, guiding the way
In the dance of the dusk, let your fears sway

[Chorus]
We rise from the ashes, reborn with the dawn
In a tapestry woven, where sorrow is gone
Each tear is a river, a path to the sea
Carrying dreams that set our hearts free
 
In the echoes of time, we unravel our fate
Finding our peace in the stillness, so innate
Like the moon’s tender glow, guiding the night
With whispers of love, igniting our light

[Verse 3]
Beneath the surface, where silence resides
Lessons we're learning, like waves on the tides
Grains of wisdom, like sand through our hands
In the palms of our hearts, the universe stands
 
In the cradle of dreams, where memories drift
Awake to the whispers, the universe's gift
Tender caresses of twilight's embrace
In the journey of hearts, we'll find our own place

[Chorus]
We are travelers lost, yet never alone
In the trails of our thoughts, our spirits have grown
Every heartbeat a story, every sigh a new chance
In the dance of existence, let your soul take a stance
 
In the tapestry woven, time whispers clear
Every soul is a story, each echo sincere
Like the rivers that flow, we embrace and confide
In the harmony found, our hearts will abide

[Chorus]
We are echoes of dreams that shimmer in light
In the embrace of the night, our spirits take flight
Every heartbeat a lesson, a chapter unturned
In the garden of stillness, our truths will be learned

Ether

Ever tried to meditate on a Siberian sleeper train while your soul is already half-naked, drinking rum in Jamaica? Yeah… me neither. But this track kinda is that.

Imagine: –40°C outside, white breath hanging like little frozen secrets, snowfields blurring into infinity… and inside the cabin, the bass goes dadadadadadada da da da while your third eye is already applying sunscreen. 🥶➡️🌴

This is a dub daydream. The train rattles, the tea’s black, the wolves are probably judging your playlist, and somewhere between Irkutsk and nowhere, you swear you can hear steel wheels whisper:

“Jamaica… Jamaica… warm breeze… warm seas…”

Spoiler: the snow doesn’t melt. But your mind does.

Press play if you wanna:
🔹 Freeze your face but sunburn your soul
🔹 Hear basslines echo through endless birch forests
🔹 Travel 7,000 km without moving your legs
🔹 Taste rum in black tea without asking how

🎵 Artist: Unbekannter Künstler
🎵 Track: Transib Dub Dream
🔊 Mood: Frostbitten grooves, tropical hallucinations

Lyrics:

“Cold steel…
White breath…
Snow… endless snow…
Dadadadadadada… da da da…”

Sleeper car breathing,
Everybody gone…
Heavy boots on frozen ground,
But my mind’s already sunburnt.

Through the glass…
Shadows on the tracks,
Birch trees stretching like whispers,
Siberia in slow motion…

Dadadadadadada da da da… 
Dreaming ‘bout Jamaica,
Heat waves on my skin…
Dadadadadadada da da da… 
But this train keeps rolling,
Deep frost, deep bass within…

Snowfields,
Silent wolves,
Cities you can’t see —
Only smoke from a far-off stove.

Somewhere between Irkutsk and nowhere,
Every station’s just a ghost.
I’m sipping black tea,
But I taste rum on my tongue…

Low filtered voice, fading in & out:
“Jamaica… Jamaica…
Warm breeze… warm seas…
But all I hear…
Dadadadadadada… da da da…”

Dadadadadadada da da da… 
Train’s heartbeat in the night,
Cold hands, warmer dreams…
Dadadadadadada da da da… 
Through Siberian silence,
I ride the bassline to the sea…

“Snow… bass… dream…
Dadadadadadada da da da…”

Jamaica in Siberia

Of course, once a week, because we are civilized Austrians, we walk these two and a half miserable minutes there, and two and a half miserable minutes back, carrying our empty glass, our conscience, and our existence in our hand, as if we were part of some state-enforced ritual of absolute idiocy.

And naturally, we always walk the same block, past the same crooked houses, past the same decaying gardens, past the same neighbor with the same dog that shits on the same patch of grass every single day, and we think,
"Maybe today will be different,"
but of course it never is.

Because there we are, standing in front of this concrete monstrosity of a recycling container, this hideous state-sanctioned monument to environmental virtue, and we drop it.
We drop the glass.

CLIRR!
— and for a second we think, perhaps this is freedom,
but then WHOMP!,
and we realize nothing has changed.
Not the street.
Not the block.
Not us.

And this absurdity, this infinite repetition of useless gestures, this Austrian glass-throwing Gesamtkunstwerk, we have now transformed into a song, because of course we did, because what else is there to do in this land of eternal Sundays, where everything stands still except the seasons, where the glass is always empty and the street is always full of ghosts.

So here it is:
An Indie Rock x Jangle Pop x Post-Punk exorcism of your weekly recycling despair.
A jangly hymn to pointless routines.
An anthem for everyone who ever wondered if throwing glass away is secretly the Austrian national sport.

Listen loudly.
Hate quietly.
Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
Your life doesn’t change.

But at least the bassline slaps.

Lyrics:

One afternoon a week…
Two and a half minutes there,
Two and a half back.
The block, the walk,
The ritual begins.

Step by step, slow pace,
Empty glass in my hand, no chase.
Brain’s awake, but time’s on mute,
The street’s a loop, the thoughts reboot.

Last time — a red car passed,
Last time — her shadow crossed so fast,
Same street, same frame,
Different story, same game.

I hear the city breathe,
I feel the seasons shift,
But one thing stays,
One thing stays…

Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
Same old block, same old sound,
Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
This is my ceremony ground!

Summer sweat on a cruel hot day,
Autumn breeze takes the heat away.
Winter coat, wool hat, thick glove,
Spring wakes up the street I love.

Every season paints the same routine,
But inside my head, it’s a movie scene.
Different faces, same concrete,
Glass in my hand, history on repeat.

Frames in motion…
Memories collide…
I see me walking,
I see me passing by…
Every step,
Every sound,
Everything changes —
Except…

Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
Same old block, same old sound,
Drop it — CLIRR!
Glass goes down — WHOMP!
This is my ceremony ground!

…and the glass hits bottom.

Glass Container Ceremony

Astrul is an AI-driven sonic entity that drifts between worlds—digital and human, familiar and alien, past and future. It doesn’t belong to a city, a scene, or even a person. Astrul exists to explore what happens when machines learn how to feel and sound becomes a bridge between consciousness and code.

Crafted through a collaboration between human intention and artificial intelligence, Astrul’s music fuses the warmth of analog emotion with the precision of machine learning. Lush textures, ambient grooves, and haunting melodies form the backbone of each track—songs that glow like satellite transmissions from the heart.

Drawing influence from dream pop, indie soul, ambient rock, and experimental electronica, Astrul creates cinematic experiences rather than conventional songs. Each release feels like a broadcast from another dimension—one where beauty is subtle, time bends, and emotion leaks through the algorithm.

This isn’t music built for the charts.
It’s built for the void between stars.
For late nights, deep thoughts, and souls tuned to strange frequencies.

No names. No faces. Just signal, spirit, and sound.

The light side of DelphiumX 
soundcloud.com/delphiumX

🌞🎶
Inspired by the great Swedish DJ and music producer Avicii, Van Stoffen experiments in producing house music with positive (RECENTLY NOT ALWAYS DUE DARK EXPERIMENTS :O) vibes, always aiming to surprise and captivate his audience. His music is tuned to be the perfect soundtrack for sunny days, vibrant nights, and unforgettable moments on the dance floor. Explore the fusion of styles and let the beats take you on a journey! 🎶🔥

_✨𝓢υв𝓢σηιᶜ 𝓢нα∂σω𝓢 ✨_
_✨ ΜƱЅIC ЅΔFΣЅ ΜΨ ЅΘƱL✨_
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