Parisian producer Léopold Collin with another set of 16 synth pop and dream pop songs that feel instantly familiar, but never retro.

On the outskirts of the Parisian sprawl, we drift through the evening hush, our steps tracing the edges of a world half-lit. The air crackles—charged, restless. Somewhere, we hear the city hums, a distant, roaring tide. And there is this stranger, curious, starry-eyed, looking at us. We stop, tilt our heads together, a faint smile:

»I scream, you scream ! Everyday is a new silence It was all paradoxical Fullness in the crisis

Silence is priceless«