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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Microsoft just deleted roughly 3,200 jobs out of Xbox — about a fifth of the whole division — closed or spun off a handful of studios, and in Montreal it fired a dozen unionized developers at Bethesda over a three-minute video call where they weren’t allowed to ask a single question. Sit with that for a second. Not the 3,200. The three. The people who built the worlds a lot of us disappeared into for a thousand hours — Doom, Fallout, the games that got some of us through a couple of bad winters — got less time to absorb...
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Five days out. This is the part of the run-up where the packing lists appear and the Mainstage anthems start doing laps in your head at 3am. Two records built for the exact moment the fireworks go off over the castle: 1. Hardwell - Spaceman The 2012 anthem that basically invented the modern Tomorrowland mainstage drop. That siren lead is pure adrenaline and the build is engineered to launch an entire field off the ground on the same beat. Hardwell is back on the bill this year stepping in for Guetta on the second Friday, and this is the one...
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Sixty-odd tracks went up over the last week and the house crowd quietly ran the table, though drum and bass and dubstep were right behind it swinging. The recurring theme was old songs getting dragged somewhere they didn’t ask to go: a 1997 trance anthem turned into a trap crime scene, a 1972 afrobeat staple rebuilt as a peak-time house workout, and Vicetone’s “Nevada” flipped twice by two different people in the same seven days. If you like a producer robbing the past and getting away with it, this was your week. Track of the Week Da Hool - Meet...
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The New York Fed just described, in polite economist language, a scam being run on you in real time. Companies are done eating Trump’s tariffs. They’re passing the cost to you — but not all at once, because a sudden jump would make you angry and paying attention. Instead they’re doing it a few cents at a time, month after month, a strategy the Fed’s own people call “trickle up.” Corporate America has a friendlier name for it internally: boil the frog. Turn the heat up so gradually the frog never jumps out of the pot. You’re the frog. The...
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Six days. For everyone convinced Tomorrowland is all euphoric hands-in-the-air stuff, the bass stages exist to rearrange your internal organs. This is the corner of the festival with the fewest phones out and the most damage done to necks and knees: 1. REZZ - Edge The goggles, the hypnosis-spiral visuals, the mid-tempo dread. REZZ built a whole world and this is a clean way into it. It sits around 110bpm and hits harder than tracks running twice the speed. Nobody else on a mainstage-level bill sounds remotely like her, and that’s the point. 2. GRiZ & Subtronics - Griztronics Two...
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