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At Groover City, we pride ourselves on curating the best music across a variety of genres. Our playlists feature a mix of renowned artists and fresh independent music creators. From Electronic to Country, we cover around 10 different styles and are constantly on the lookout for new tunes to add to our collection. Explore our playlists and find your next favorite track!
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Let me be honest - I was suspicious. Not because I doubt talent when it introduces itself wearing houndstooth and oversized shades like it owns the century. But because translating rawness into French can be like turning a hangover into haute couture. And yet, here comes Chloé French, 24, Geneva-bred and NYC-polished, daring to do exactly that - taking Lola Young’s Messy, a song that already bleeds all over the […]
The Morning After the Storm There’s a moment just before sunrise - when everything holds its breath. I’ve always loved that sliver of stillness, the moment when the world forgets to shout and I can finally hear myself think. That’s where Ashot Danielyan seems to operate, somewhere between sleep and clarity, where sound decorate the silence, giving it structure. Australian Dawn keeps its voice low, no ambient commercial touch or […]
You Lose and You Gain: TMPP Digs into the Wounds with Strings, Grit, and Grace There’s something about reviving an old song that goes deep. Dusting it off, and breathing into it like it still beating - because it does. I’ve always believed that the good ones don’t really age. They wait, ghosting around in old tapes. Then suddenly, someone brave enough picks them up, and they start beating again. […]
I Don’t Play Piano. It Plays Me. I didn’t grow up dreaming of writing about angelic piano music. But here I am, sipping lukewarm tea at an absurd hour, thinking about a woman who met the divine on a hospital bed and woke up three years later with music pouring out of her like breath. Karen Salicath Jamali didn’t plan this. One day, she fell. And when she stood back up […]
Back to Where It Still Feels Real Where are you looking for peace these days? Because peace hides in strange corners. Sometimes a track gives you five quiet minutes, sometimes gives you more than that. Me? I’ve got one that keeps the cracks from spreading. When I hit play on Return to Balerica, something different happens. Something clicks. Not a flashback, but more like muscle memory pulling you somewhere softer. […]
Silence, Regret, and Beauty Some songs punch you in the chest. Not because they’re loud, or because they’re flashy. But because they sound like your own story, peeled raw. Car Crash by Love Ghost feels like something half-said in a parked car. Piano, voice, a weight you can’t place right away. It plays like someone finally letting the words out, even if they’re shaking while doing it. I’ve been there […]
Slowing Down the Groove: Bowie in a New Light If you thought Bowie’s Let’s Dance was sacred ground, too radiant and rhythmic to ever be slowed down and messed with - well, you’re probably not Queen Anne. Thank God. Because this version of Let's Dance it’s a whole different beast. It's not a rework, not a remix - more like the ghost of the original, dragging itself through velvet curtains […]
My Kind of Roadmap Let me just start by saying: if you’ve ever had a voice in your head telling you to sit down and play it safe, Open Road by Penny Rebels is the musical equivalent of flipping it off and stepping on the gas. And it's not about that motivational poster material. It’s a gravel-kicked, gear-grinding blues rock uppercut wrapped in feedback and freedom. And it lands just […]
Finding the Price Tag on Your Soul I’ve had those moments - quiet, ugly ones - when you realize you’ve been feeding someone else’s hunger while starving yourself. Dedrick Soul’s I’d Be A Fortune lives right in that space. Written and produced by Dedrick himself, this track feels like it comes from a man who’s done the long, slow math of self-worth and finally carried the one. Born out of […]
Still Loading the Van, Still Believing There’s something beautifully stubborn about The Fades. A four-piece from South West London, hurling their sound like a Molotov of post-punk, garage rock, and indie chaos into the noise void. Fully aware it might echo back as silence. And yet, they keep showing up. Sweating on pub stages, hauling amps into corners of the UK you won’t find on any music blog, because that’s […]
The Tune That Walked In Just Like That I wasn’t exactly looking for a new track when Wholly You by Jon Gold showed up. I had tabs open, deadlines breathing down my neck, and a half-drunk tea gone cold beside me. Still, something about that title made me click play. Everything felt natural - the rhythm, the phrasing, even the way the melody unfolded without rushing. It had a pulse, […]
Freud, Harpsichords, and Purple Trains There’s something uncomfortably human about dreams. That weird, disjointed cinema of the subconscious where you’re chasing purple trains or being flipped off by Al Gore. Most of us wake up, shake it off, and go make coffee. But Noel David? He turns it into music. Hey Dr. Freud is the closer to Leon’s Imagination, an album named after his own mirror-self. Leon being Noel spelled […]
