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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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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Gesaffelstein walked onstage at the Grammys in a black reflective mask and gloves, accepted the award for Best Remixed Recording, bowed, kissed the air, and left without saying a word. That is a better argument for the remix as art form than anything anyone has written about it. Three records from the 2026 Grammy class that prove the remix stopped being a B-side a long time ago. 1. Lady Gaga - Abracadabra (Gesaffelstein Remix) The original is a pop record on a blockbuster album. This is four minutes of Gaga’s vocal stripped to its bones and rebuilt inside pulsing darkness....
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