Lotus Pastel reimagines “Aqisa Grillée” with her signature ethereal flair and a mesmerizing beat structure. Blending playful darkness with razor-sharp rhythm, she brings a whole new life to Anissa Boualem’s whimsical tale.
Her voice floats between mischief and melancholy, perfectly synced with a hypnotic groove that feels both ancient and futuristic. A surreal journey where storytelling meets electronic precision this cover is not just a reinterpretation, it’s a reinvention.

Aqisa Grillée (Anissa Boualem Cover)

ZONES 2025

With sEx, DA-PHONK continues to defy form and function. The track, it’s an obsessive loop, drenched in repetition and dark minimalism, feeding on energy rather than melody.
The instrumental feels endless, as if it were designed to be stuck in a memoryless mind, pulsing into oblivion. Layered over this are cryptic vocal elements, slightly alien, heavily filtered, and never fully human.
Then comes the twist: a short, jolting final segment made from fragmented TV soundbites about the word “sex” reminding us how distorted, empty, and reprogrammed human intimacy has become in a media-saturated world.
This is not a love song. This is a coded message from another dimension, dressed in black and red.
Turn it up. Loop it. Lose meaning. DA-PHONK just dropped the most human track ever made by machines.

A haunting slow RnB ballad layered with deep bass, minimal beats, and raw emotional delivery. 

Lyrics :

The Immigrants "You Deserve It, Heart"

[Intro] 
You deserve it, heart... You brought it on yourself.
[Verse 1]
You deserve it, heart, Why'd you bend, why'd you fall apart? You were clean, you were free, Now you're just breaking inside of me.
You're the reason for the tears I hide, You're the reason all my dreams died. Who's gonna hold me when the lights burn out? Who's gonna listen when I scream and shout?
[Chorus] 
If luck forgot my name tonight, If hope blew out its only light, Tell me, heart, where do I run? When even you turn from the sun.
[Verse 2] 
If I cry, my mind betrays, If I shout, my eyes give way. If I break, nobody stays, It’s just me and these ghostly days.
Living out here where strangers breathe, Where broken souls wear masks of grief. Who’s gonna lift them when they fall? Who’s gonna hear their silent call?
[Chorus] 
If luck forgot my name tonight, If hope blew out its only light, Tell me, heart, where do I run? When even you turn from the sun.
[Bridge] 
For every heart still waiting far, For every dream behind a scar, Bring them home, don’t let them break, Send them love for heaven’s sake.
[Outro] 
You deserve it, heart... You deserve it, heart...



You Deserve It, Heart

sugar

The silence of the Sahara mirrors the shadows of Roswell. Different soil, same secret history.

Echoes of Roswell

Derry Charleman’s unfinished jazz-comedy piece Messi Dribble (originally Je vape je vape). Never released for rights reasons, but this rare recording still carries its playful charm.

Messi dribble

Harder, faster, more violent, the ghost returns.

Dr0pit

Drop it (Reload)

Proxima Centauri b descends into a darker orbit. Layers of shadowed techno and deep ambient textures unfold like a slow eclipse, every pulse heavy, every silence vast. Dark Earl shapes the track as if it were a signal from a planet on the edge of light, closer to void than to warmth. A transmission cold, magnetic and haunting.

Proxima Centauri b

newgen shitposter

My Beloved Black Moth

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.

Drop it (Reload)

Trapgh0st