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There's a woman who doesn't wait.
The prowling bassline hunts its prey while drums shoot straight through your heart. When the filter opens, there's no escape.
"I am a woman. Ain't gonna wait"
Playing games? She threw those out yesterday. Love me? Say it now. Don't? Disappear. All she wants is one answer.
"If you wanna be my baby, then call me NOW"
This isn't an invitation. It's a final warning. The relentless "NOW" demolishes your hesitation. Dance till dawn on the rave floor or regret it forever.
You have 3 minutes. Can you make the call before the track ends?
In the dim glow of an after school classroom, the first band formed by a 15 year old Genesiskhode was already turning heads. Your songs are cinematic, producers would rave in unison. But they always added the same devastating footnote, If only it weren't for the vocals. That voice was the one anchor holding his cinematic sound earthbound. The setback became rocket fuel. At university, he gutted a six tatami dorm room and rebuilt it into a starship studio.There, he stitched lo fi, trap, and city pop into beats that smelled of back alley asphalt under a galactic sky. Under an alias, he slipped tracks into indie films and fashion videos projects fronted by actresses who are now household names. His reputation spread through the underground like neon static. And so, to turn his former complex into his greatest weapon, he chose to liberate himself from his own voice. Rebooted as a voiceless singer songwriter, he now carves his inner monologue into his tracks. Listeners hear the emotional resonance and call it a soulful voice. But the voice isn't human. It's a new kind of soul, forged by technology from vocaloids to the cutting edge of synthetic voice creation. The universe may be infinite, but his bedroom keeps finding new corners of it. And the world is starting to dance in its orbit.