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Emerging in 2019 as the latest brainchild of Mantas, the same savvy Lithuanian behind the burgeoning deep house label Lucid Plain, Ghetto Records’ debut served as a bold musical mission statement: while its sister label would continue to focus primarily on blissful, pared-back concoctions, the new imprint was intent on unearthing tomorrow’s stars in the slower, heavier side of the dance music spectrum—ghetto house, future house and beyond! With familiar face KEAN DYSSO leading the charge and introducing the team to some of his gifted contemporaries, they’d soon cultivated an impressive roster of talent spanning multiple genres,
collectively racking up millions of streams across their oeuvre. Boasting a plethora of styles of club-oriented music spanning a wide range of tempos, the Kaunas-born brand has swiftly built up a dedicated following of electronic music enthusiasts, with hundreds of thousands of fans on Spotify alone! Now coming into its own as one of the scene’s most exciting new imprints, listeners would be wise to get acquainted.
Ghetto Records is one of the most exciting Dance Music labels of our generation.

"I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close."

 — Pablo Neruda (Sonnet XVII)