Mid-album scratch interlude. “Tokyo Nights” cut and twisted into rising EDM tension.

Midnight_Express

Tok'Yo (Part II)

An instrumental peak. Agogosax and Midi14 deliver an exceptional duet, saxophone and bass circling around Rhodes chords and a subtle jazz pulse. A request to stop time, voiced through instruments instead of words.

Blue

Pause Me

Bright keys and brushed drums create a light swing, intimate and spontaneous.

North African Jazzy Laid-back Drift

Cherchell

An instrumental shaped by shimmering arpeggios and wide pads. Its rising build and euphoric climax create the sensation of memories dissolving into speed. Even without lyrics, it conveys nostalgia and acceleration.

Neon Highways

Memory Fade

A warning disguised as a beat, eerie pads with sub bass knocking like someone at the door.

Dr0pit

Don’t Open

Love not found, glitchy melodies, broken kicks, a bassline searching through static.

Trap’s final echo, heavy freestyle energy, ghost bass fading into the night.

Last Drop

The drop he ignored is now your heartbreak anthem. 

Senpai

I’m the Ghost… in the Shell returns in a rare Breakbeat minimal cut, uniting Dark Earl, Lotus Pastel, and Ghost of Maya for the first time on record. Their friendship has stretched for years, crossing paths in shadows and echoes, but never converging in one song until now.

Here the beat sharpens, stripped down to raw pulse, carrying three voices that weave into each other like fragments of the same dream. Dark Earl’s alien confession meets Lotus Pastel’s spectral warmth and Ghost of Maya’s elusive presence. Together they shape a track that feels at once fragile and unstoppable, an answer not just to messages but to history itself.

This meeting is more than collaboration. It is resonance, the long-awaited alignment of three hidden worlds.

Dark Earl, Lotus Pastel, and Ghost of Maya chose to merge because they share the same vision: that their presence is not to be consumed as biography, but to be lived as art.

This collaboration is an indirect reply to the curiosity of fans. Not everything must be known, verified, or exposed. Their existence is a personal matter, their names only roles inside a wider universe. What matters is the message: sound as a mirror, art as the only truth.

I’m the Ghost… in the Shell (feat. Lotus Pastel, Ghost of Maya)

A minimalist lo-fi jazz poster in soft muted colors. View from inside a car, windshield framing a dreamy open road at sunset. Vintage grain texture, calm atmosphere, smooth lines. No characters, just road, horizon, sky reflections on glass. Chill and timeless mood.

Windshield View

Let God be True
Every Man a Liar
Words Fall Like Stones in Sinking Sand

Let God Be True

Born in the deep pulse of Georgia, USA, TrapGhost are a young couple who treat trap as both ritual and rebellion. Their music is not just bass and beats, it is haunted storytelling where Southern grit collides with futuristic sound design. Raised on the legacy of Atlanta’s trap pioneers yet drawn to the shadows of underground EDM, they carve a sound that is both intimate and spectral. Dark pads drift like memories, robotic vocal chops confess like ghosts in the night, and every 808 they drop feels like a heartbeat echoing under purple fog. For TrapGhost, trap is not a genre but a séance, a way of summoning love, loss, and survival from the other side of silence.

Don’t Open

Trapgh0st