Chrome Daydream
Chrome stars, jelly hearts and holographic colour. A nod to the glossy, optimistic graphics of the early web.
The notebook changes its cover every month. Each one takes its cues from a different corner of music, paper and internet culture. Explore the collection below.
Haunted Notebook is here through November 1. Coffee Shop Confessional takes over November 2.
Chrome stars, jelly hearts and holographic colour. A nod to the glossy, optimistic graphics of the early web.
Cassette ribbons, red-pen hearts and pink paper. For anyone who ever put too much thought into a mixtape.
Vines wind around the speakers and flowers take over the margins. Spring gets the volume knob.
Pixel ghosts, cherries and electric blue meet the notebook doodles. A little arcade cabinet in the margins.
The pink splashes, coffee ring and black doodles that started it, with the volume turned up. The notebook's home colours.
Peel-and-stick chaos: skulls, butterflies, hearts and neon lightning. Think of the back of your favourite battered laptop.
Torn tickets, halftone fragments and bright scraps. A cover that borrows the rough edges of a wall full of gig flyers.
Black ink, torn paper and acid-yellow sparks. A love letter to photocopied zines and the flyers you kept after the show.
Stars, speakers, tape and every loud colour at once. Back-to-school stationery with absolutely no restraint.
Moths, little ghosts and crimson ink creep through the black flourishes. The notebook has a late-night alter ego.
Coffee rings, headphones and warm paper. A cover for the long walk home and the track you play again when you get there.
Moons, moths and constellations spill across midnight-blue ink. The margins drift into space; the music keeps going.
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How many times can one producer remake his own back catalogue before it curdles into a nostalgia racket? For Mauro Picotto the answer keeps being at least once more, because The Twilight Zone (V2) has no right to hit this clean. This is him taking an old idea back into the lab and giving it a 2026 chassis, the melody still that stern, marching trance line he has been writing variations on for twenty-five years. The V2 tag is honest: it is tighter, the kick is modern and physical, the stabs cut through on a big system in a way...
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The word bitter comes back again and again across this track and somehow never wears thin, which tells you Drove understands repetition as a feeling and not just a production trick. This is melodic electronic with a lump in its throat, all downcast synth chords and a vocal that sounds genuinely wounded. Drove builds the whole thing around a hook that’s more exhale than melody, the sort of line you catch yourself humming on a bad day without meaning to. The drop, when it comes, is really a swell, the arrangement opening up like a held breath finally let out....
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He retired before Google existed. The vest says otherwise. Retired in 1998. Standing at the store entrance in 2026. The smile is real, which is the part that’ll get you if you look at this too long. He’s not holding the sign in protest. He’s holding it the way someone holds a fun fact about themselves, like it’s trivia and not a summary of the entire pension system. Twenty-eight years between the party and the vest. Somebody did the napkin math on his fixed income and the answer was “greeter.” He seems fine with it, and that’s the bleakest part....
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There is an acid line in Proximus that corkscrews downward like water leaving a sink, and it is pure, uncut 1999. Pairing Mauro Picotto with Bryan Kearney is the kind of booking that makes trance lifers sit up, two generations of the sound in one room, and Proximus plays to both their instincts at once. Picotto brings the hypnotic, riff-as-mantra approach that made Lizard and Komodo survive every fashion cycle thrown at them. Kearney brings the harder, darker edge he has spent the last decade pushing, that psy-adjacent low-end rumble under the melody. Together they land on something properly peak-time,...
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I didn’t expect to be this into a hard dance VIP on a weeknight, and yet here we are, three plays deep. Dani Thorne has spent the last stretch reinventing herself as a genuinely hard-hitting techno and hard-dance artist, and The Afters in this VIP form is the most convincing evidence yet that the pivot is real and not a celebrity-DJ cosplay. The original already had legs; this version straps a rocket to them. The tempo is up, the kick hits like a battering ram, and the whole thing has that euphoric-but-brutal quality the best hard dance lives for, where...
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It is one in the morning and a Lykke Li song has somehow become a weapon, which is not a sentence I expected to type this year. Future Fear already lived on The Afterparty, the album where she finally gave in and made the breakup record a dance record, and Killen. takes that impulse the rest of the way. He keeps her voice almost untouched, that specific Swedish melancholy that always sounds like it is being sung through a closing door, and builds a patient, pulsing house track underneath it until the sadness has a four-four heartbeat. The restraint is...
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Techno got loud and fast again and Charlie Sparks is one of the main reasons why. The London producer has spent the last couple of years dragging hard techno back into the spotlight, all BPMs up in the 150s and a crowd that looks more like a mosh pit than a rave, and Feel The Vibe with LAWTON is a direct hit of exactly that. The title doubles as a chant, a vocal stab looped until it stops being language and becomes pure propulsion, riding over a kick built to assault, not groove. There’s a rave-era nostalgia baked into this...
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Tomorrow Spain shuts down. Every sector, every city. The first joint general strike in 14 years, and the demand is the most basic thing in the world: people who work full time should be able to afford a roof. Spaniards now spend half their gross salary on rent. In Barcelona it’s 76%. An 87-year-old woman named Maricarmen got evicted, sparked the biggest housing protests in a generation, and then died. The government looked at all of that and called a snap election instead of capping rents or building anything. Which is the perfect summary of every housing crisis everywhere: workers...
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You have heard a hundred melodic trap tracks called something like headrush and bounced off every one, I know. Give this one four minutes anyway. Łaszewo and AVELLO have made the rare version that earns the title, a track that actually produces the lightheaded lift it is named after. It opens almost like a pop song, clean vocal, simple piano, the kind of intro that usually signals a limp festival-trap drop is about to ruin everything. Then the first drop is restrained, almost polite, a pitched vocal and a rubbery bass doing a lot with a little. The second drop...
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If you came up on 2012-era Anjunabeats, ARTY’s name still does something to your nervous system, and Giving It Up is him reminding everyone why. This is the big, melodic progressive trance he helped define back then, updated just enough that it doesn’t sound like a time capsule. The vocal hook is enormous and openly emotional, the sort of topline engineered to be sung back by twenty thousand people with their hands in the air. ARTY has detoured into pop and lighter commercial stuff over the years, so there’s real pleasure in hearing him come home to the uplifting sound...
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