Debut 7" by Parisian Night Suit

Parisian Night Suit is Jeroen Reek’s vehicle for self-producing, songwriting and composing,
exploring the outer realms of blue-eyed soul, yacht rock, vintage funk, exotica and electronic
pop.

The project sprung somewhat incidentally; Reek was noodling around with a Rhodes piano
borrowed from a friend, with the intent of writing material for his longtime band Iguana Death
Cult. But as he started to experiment with it further, it sparked a chain of musical ideas that
didn’t necessarily fit within the songwriting dynamics of Iguana.
The moniker Parisian Night Suit, by the way, is the reference to the infamous scene from
Freaks and Geeks, in which the character Sam rocks the titular garment, much to the ridicule
of high school bullies and jocks. “That's why it fits this project well,” Reek explains. “Because
Sam wears it to be really cool, but the result is quite the opposite. I want to make really cool
music, but I'm actually a bit of a dilettante.”

The songs he crafted in his home studio’s are a delightful case of ‘not quite’ either, adrift
inside the unexplored territories of Reek’s pet influences: the translucent soul of Allen
Toussaint, the quirky city pop of Haruomi Hosono, the beguiling croon of Bryan Ferry.
“Droplets” is a sad trombone soul ballad that meditates on how feeling rock bottom also
means a new beginning. Reek: “At one point I sing this slightly dark line ‘Greeting death with a
smile/I’ve been waiting for you’. It’s a song that seeks a sense of comfort in your own
misery.”

Furthermore, the sweeping suspenseful funk noir of “Who’s Got The Money?” is a true floor filling anthem of acidic discontent. “I’m always trying to tackle serious subject matter
with a glint of humor,” says Reek. “I enjoy it whenever songs maintain a bit of ambiguity,
something to keep things both light and mysterious. I’m not some tortured artist carrying the
weight of the world. I feel everything as intensely as the next person, but I’m always trying to
highlight the absurdity of it all.”

Droplets

Heartbeat Hostage is a sultry VHS Funk thriller—grooves laced with tension, synths that shimmer like danger in the dark, and a bassline smooth enough to make you surrender. It’s the sound of falling too fast and loving too hard, where the rhythm takes you captive and never lets go.
One groove in, no way out.

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Heartbeat Hostage

Shower Scene is a sultry slice of SynthFunk soaked in neon tension. With slick basslines, steamy synth textures, and a beat that lingers like hot water on skin, this track plays like the soundtrack to a scandalous slow-mo moment. Equal parts seduction and suspense, it’s the funk that turns steam into storyline.

Soap optional. Drama guaranteed.

#SynthFunk #ShowerScene #Funkwave #LoFiFunk #RetroGroove #NuFunk #CassetteSeduction #SlapBassSteam #80sFunkVibes #SoundCloudFunk #NeonDrama #SteamyGroove #DiscoTension #FunkNoir #AnalogAffair

Shower Scene

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.

New tracks tagged #funk noir