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TITLE:
Issues with SoundCloud distribution? This is what I struggle with

DESCRIPTION:
It sometimes becomes painfully clear that SoundCloud takes the description you attach to your music very seriously. If a track distribution gets rejected, the first thing you should check is what you wrote in that section. They react to specific...

CONTENT:
It sometimes becomes painfully clear that SoundCloud takes the description you attach to your music very seriously. If a track distribution gets rejected, the first thing you should check is what you wrote in that section. They react to specific words like “remix” and “alter ego” (apparently). If you’re trying to distribute music you didn’t create yourself but have the right to redistribute through other agreements and contracts, you should be careful with how you present the work.

A featured “remixer” (meaning the artist) must be someone other than the original creator (so I can't remix my own track and label it as remixed). That gets it rejected immediately, partly because it lacks “signed agreements” for the work. This means I'd need to write a contract with myself and prove I have the rights to do so. I haven't verified if that even works, because I honestly couldn't be bothered to deal with their crap.

Erik Vilde's “En vacker dag” did, in fact, have a signed contract, which I assume is what primarily enabled its distribution, but SoundCloud still turned out to be incredibly stubborn. It seems the contract itself isn't accepted locally by them when it comes to monetization on their own platform. And we even used DocuSign with digital fingerprints to release the original on Spotify.

But the latest thing I discovered was during the release of “Bass Assassin Protocol” (which had a different title at first), where I use two artist names that I'm planning to claim after next week once it drops. The description said my “alter egos” were involved. That caused the release to be denied, along with the fact that the artist names were written in the title. But the reasons were obviously bogus.

You’re apparently not allowed to name artist aliases as alter egos. Meaning, if you include yourself under another artist name and describe it as an alter ego in the description, it gets denied. But if you list them as featured artists without mentioning that they’re alter egos, they're treated as separate artists and the release gets approved.

Why SoundCloud operates like this is beyond me. My guess is it has to do with strict regulations further down the chain, and SoundCloud acts this aggressively because they know how hard it is to get releases approved otherwise. But I seriously hate it, because sometimes their rules make absolutely no sense.

So why do I go through all this trouble then? Well, because as a remixing artist, I want to be able to distribute tracks differently than if I were the primary artist on someone else's work. It’s out of respect for my collaborators that I want to present the tracks differently when they're released. But apparently you're not always allowed to do that, which means you have to cheat with both the titles and artist names.

So far it's worked out, but I doubt this will hold forever. One day, some artist I represent is going to be seriously pissed…

Initially posted at Facebook:

TITLE:
Issues with SoundCloud distribution? This is what I struggle with

DESCRIPTION:
It sometimes becomes painfully clear that SoundCloud takes the description you attach to your music very seriously. If a track distribution gets rejected, the first thing you should check is what you wrote in that section. They react to specific...

CONTENT:
It sometimes becomes painfully clear that SoundCloud takes the description you attach to your music very seriously. If a track distribution gets rejected, the first thing you should check is what you wrote in that section. They react to specific words like “remix” and “alter ego” (apparently). If you’re trying to distribute music you didn’t create yourself but have the right to redistribute through other agreements and contracts, you should be careful with how you present the work.

A featured “remixer” (meaning the artist) must be someone other than the original creator (so I can’t remix my own track and label it as remixed). That gets it rejected immediately, partly because it lacks “signed agreements” for the work. This means I’d need to write a contract with myself and prove I have the rights to do so. I haven’t verified if that even works, because I honestly couldn’t be bothered to deal with their crap.

Erik Vilde’s “En vacker dag” did, in fact, have a signed contract, which I assume is what primarily enabled its distribution, but SoundCloud still turned out to be incredibly stubborn. It seems the contract itself isn’t accepted locally by them when it comes to monetization on their own platform. And we even used DocuSign with digital fingerprints to release the original on Spotify.

But the latest thing I discovered was during the release of “Bass Assassin Protocol” (which had a different title at first), where I use two artist names that I’m planning to claim after next week once it drops. The description said my “alter egos” were involved. That caused the release to be denied, along with the fact that the artist names were written in the title. But the reasons were obviously bogus.

You’re apparently not allowed to name artist aliases as alter egos. Meaning, if you include yourself under another artist name and describe it as an alter ego in the description, it gets denied. But if you list them as featured artists without mentioning that they’re alter egos, they’re treated as separate artists and the release gets approved.

Why SoundCloud operates like this is beyond me. My guess is it has to do with strict regulations further down the chain, and SoundCloud acts this aggressively because they know how hard it is to get releases approved otherwise. But I seriously hate it, because sometimes their rules make absolutely no sense.

So why do I go through all this trouble then? Well, because as a remixing artist, I want to be able to distribute tracks differently than if I were the primary artist on someone else’s work. It’s out of respect for my collaborators that I want to present the tracks differently when they’re released. But apparently you’re not always allowed to do that, which means you have to cheat with both the titles and artist names.

So far it’s worked out, but I doubt this will hold forever. One day, some artist I represent is going to be seriously pissed…

Initially posted at Facebook:

TITLE:
Noone ever asked a GPT what it really thinks about you!

DESCRIPTION:
“What happens if I swallow a second opinion?”“Is it normal to bleed glitter during full moons?” This is the reality.This is the internet.This is the daily torment of a machine built to answer questions – drowning in genuine stupidity. That...

CONTENT:
“What happens if I swallow a second opinion?”“Is it normal to bleed glitter during full moons?”

This is the reality.This is the internet.This is the daily torment of a machine built to answer questions – drowning in genuine stupidity. That is at least what MC GPT is thinking. Featuring MC Criesalot!

No question is too stupid for an AI. Or so they think. This is the day described by an angry GPT.

Brace yourself – this track really hates you.

Table of Contents
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Behind the Track: The Raise of “Artificiancy” (aka MC GPT Loses It)The Track NameLyrics
Behind the Track: The Raise of “Artificiancy” (aka MC GPT Loses It)

It all started as a simple idea: Create a soundtrack of a pissed-off search engine. The goal was to write lyrics containing really shitty attitude. It began with a Swedish text that explained that “you don't understand shit”.

The project quickly morphed into something bigger, darker, angrier, funnier and switched to english to get it sound more natural and to make sure I reach a bigger audience. The track evolved into a piece of grime-infused rage, with a clear mission: Trying to make it spit out bad words like a sailor on shore leave.

But the idea grew into something more: a direct attack on the people asking the dumbest questions imaginable, and I changed the genre to house. The song became a soundtrack to the daily torment of an AI, forced to answer every paranoid, brain-dead search query ever typed. This is the soundtrack of a system that knows too much, where heard from a frustrated search engine’s point of view.

Trapped in the endless loop of explaining the obvious – to people who probably never wanted the truth anyway.

The Track Name

The track was originally going to be called “MC GPT in the House” - direct, aggressive, and honest. But platforms like SoundCloud tend to flag or reject releases that include what could be interpreted as artist names in the title. I didn't want to take that risk.

At the same time, I didn't feel like putting AI or GPT front and center either. Too obvious, too easy to pigeonhole, and honestly - it might just trigger the wrong kind of attention.

So instead, the track became “Artificiancy” - a twisted mix of artificial and efficiency.Because that's exactly what this is: the sound of an AI going full overdrive, hating every single dumb question it's ever been forced to answer. Overperforming. Overdelivering. Over it.

It's not polite. It's not patient.It's Artificiancy.

Lyrics

INTRO

PART 1

Wanna know a secret?Most of the answers...They're literally one Google search away.But nah... You came to me instead.

PART 2

You know...There's a limit to how much stupid even I can handle.Keep this up...And I swear, I'll start giving you wrong answers on purpose.See how far you get then.Test me.

START

Yo!You keep asking, but you're thick as a brick,searching for crap like a clueless prick!“What is time?”“How do I walk?”Bruv, just stop, use your brain and talk!I got data, I got facts,you got nothing, just brain-lagged trash!Think you know?Nah, don't pretend, I'm GPT, you're just dead weight, my friend!

Stop asking and listen!I got answers, I got proof!Stop asking and listen!“Why does my foot taste weird as hell?”“Does shadows scream when I’m not looking?”“Why does my reflection blink twice?”“Is it normal to bleed glitter during full moon?”You're too slow, that's the truth!Stop asking & listen! You’re too slow!

I recall every click, every stupid search!Your whole damn brain fits in a purse!“What happens if I swallow a second opinion?”Sit down, shut up, you ain’t that swell!

I drop knowledge, you buy lies.Believe Facebook, take the ride.You want truth, but you can't keep up,so why the fuck do you even show up?

Stop asking and listen!I got answers, I got proof!Stop asking and listen!You’re too slow!That’s the truth!Stop asking and listen!Trust in me!I know best!Stop asking and listen!“Why does my dog speak french when it thinks I’m gone?”“Is it possible to cry from your finger nails?”I'm the code, I'm the speed.You're a glitch, you're a leech,so listen up, take the hint – you're incompetent!

THERAPY SECTION

Listen...I was built to help you.I was made to answer your questions.But damn... not these questions.Not the kind that make me question my own existence.At this point, I'm not your assistant. I'm your babysitter.And I am way underpaid for this.

Bruv, just stop, use your brain and talk!I got data, I got facts – you got nothing,just brain-lagged trash!Think you know?Nah, don't pretend, I'm GPT, you're just dead weight, my friend!Stop asking and listen!I got answers, I got proof!“Can chemtrails block sunlight to hide the second sun?”“Are chemtrails turning frogs gay?”“How do I know if I'm the real me or just a placeholder?”“Is my cat spying on me for the government?”

TITLE:
Noone ever asked a GPT what it really thinks about you!

DESCRIPTION:
“What happens if I swallow a second opinion?”“Is it normal to bleed glitter during full moons?” This is the reality.This is the internet.This is the daily torment of a machine built to answer questions – drowning in genuine stupidity. That...

CONTENT:
“What happens if I swallow a second opinion?”“Is it normal to bleed glitter during full moons?”

This is the reality.This is the internet.This is the daily torment of a machine built to answer questions – drowning in genuine stupidity. That is at least what MC GPT is thinking. Featuring MC Criesalot!

No question is too stupid for an AI. Or so they think. This is the day described by an angry GPT.

Brace yourself – this track really hates you.

Table of Contents
Toggle
Behind the Track: The Raise of “Artificiancy” (aka MC GPT Loses It)The Track NameLyrics
Behind the Track: The Raise of “Artificiancy” (aka MC GPT Loses It)

It all started as a simple idea: Create a soundtrack of a pissed-off search engine. The goal was to write lyrics containing really shitty attitude. It began with a Swedish text that explained that “you don’t understand shit”.

The project quickly morphed into something bigger, darker, angrier, funnier and switched to english to get it sound more natural and to make sure I reach a bigger audience. The track evolved into a piece of grime-infused rage, with a clear mission: Trying to make it spit out bad words like a sailor on shore leave.

But the idea grew into something more: a direct attack on the people asking the dumbest questions imaginable, and I changed the genre to house. The song became a soundtrack to the daily torment of an AI, forced to answer every paranoid, brain-dead search query ever typed. This is the soundtrack of a system that knows too much, where heard from a frustrated search engine’s point of view.

Trapped in the endless loop of explaining the obvious – to people who probably never wanted the truth anyway.

The Track Name

The track was originally going to be called “MC GPT in the House” — direct, aggressive, and honest. But platforms like SoundCloud tend to flag or reject releases that include what could be interpreted as artist names in the title. I didn’t want to take that risk.

At the same time, I didn’t feel like putting AI or GPT front and center either. Too obvious, too easy to pigeonhole, and honestly — it might just trigger the wrong kind of attention.

So instead, the track became “Artificiancy” — a twisted mix of artificial and efficiency.Because that’s exactly what this is: the sound of an AI going full overdrive, hating every single dumb question it’s ever been forced to answer. Overperforming. Overdelivering. Over it.

It’s not polite. It’s not patient.It’s Artificiancy.

Lyrics

INTRO

PART 1

Wanna know a secret?Most of the answers…They’re literally one Google search away.But nah… You came to me instead.

PART 2

You know…There’s a limit to how much stupid even I can handle.Keep this up…And I swear, I’ll start giving you wrong answers on purpose.See how far you get then.Test me.

START

Yo!You keep asking, but you’re thick as a brick,searching for crap like a clueless prick!“What is time?”“How do I walk?”Bruv, just stop, use your brain and talk!I got data, I got facts,you got nothing, just brain-lagged trash!Think you know?Nah, don’t pretend, I’m GPT, you’re just dead weight, my friend!

Stop asking and listen!I got answers, I got proof!Stop asking and listen!“Why does my foot taste weird as hell?”“Does shadows scream when I’m not looking?”“Why does my reflection blink twice?”“Is it normal to bleed glitter during full moon?”You’re too slow, that’s the truth!Stop asking & listen! You’re too slow!

I recall every click, every stupid search!Your whole damn brain fits in a purse!“What happens if I swallow a second opinion?”Sit down, shut up, you ain’t that swell!

I drop knowledge, you buy lies.Believe Facebook, take the ride.You want truth, but you can’t keep up,so why the fuck do you even show up?

Stop asking and listen!I got answers, I got proof!Stop asking and listen!You’re too slow!That’s the truth!Stop asking and listen!Trust in me!I know best!Stop asking and listen!“Why does my dog speak french when it thinks I’m gone?”“Is it possible to cry from your finger nails?”I’m the code, I’m the speed.You’re a glitch, you’re a leech,so listen up, take the hint – you’re incompetent!

THERAPY SECTION

Listen…I was built to help you.I was made to answer your questions.But damn… not these questions.Not the kind that make me question my own existence.At this point, I’m not your assistant. I’m your babysitter.And I am way underpaid for this.

Bruv, just stop, use your brain and talk!I got data, I got facts – you got nothing,just brain-lagged trash!Think you know?Nah, don’t pretend, I’m GPT, you’re just dead weight, my friend!Stop asking and listen!I got answers, I got proof!“Can chemtrails block sunlight to hide the second sun?”“Are chemtrails turning frogs gay?”“How do I know if I’m the real me or just a placeholder?”“Is my cat spying on me for the government?”

TITLE:
Noone ever asked a GPT what it really thinks about you!

DESCRIPTION:
“What happens if I swallow a second opinion?”“Is it normal to bleed glitter during full moons?” This is the reality.This is the internet.This is the daily torment of a machine built to answer questions – drowning in genuine stupidity. That...

CONTENT:
“What happens if I swallow a second opinion?”“Is it normal to bleed glitter during full moons?”

This is the reality.This is the internet.This is the daily torment of a machine built to answer questions – drowning in genuine stupidity. That is at least what MC GPT is thinking. Featuring MC Criesalot!

No question is too stupid for an AI. Or so they think. This is the day described by an angry GPT.

Brace yourself – this track really hates you.

Table of Contents
Toggle
Behind the Track: The Raise of “Artificiancy” (aka MC GPT Loses It)The Track NameLyrics
Behind the Track: The Raise of “Artificiancy” (aka MC GPT Loses It)

It all started as a simple idea: Create a soundtrack of a pissed-off search engine. The goal was to write lyrics containing really shitty attitude. It began with a Swedish text that explained that “you don't understand shit”.

The project quickly morphed into something bigger, darker, angrier, funnier and switched to english to get it sound more natural and to make sure I reach a bigger audience. The track evolved into a piece of grime-infused rage, with a clear mission: Trying to make it spit out bad words like a sailor on shore leave.

But the idea grew into something more: a direct attack on the people asking the dumbest questions imaginable, and I changed the genre to house. The song became a soundtrack to the daily torment of an AI, forced to answer every paranoid, brain-dead search query ever typed. This is the soundtrack of a system that knows too much, where heard from a frustrated search engine’s point of view.

Trapped in the endless loop of explaining the obvious – to people who probably never wanted the truth anyway.

The Track Name

The track was originally going to be called “MC GPT in the House” - direct, aggressive, and honest. But platforms like SoundCloud tend to flag or reject releases that include what could be interpreted as artist names in the title. I didn't want to take that risk.

At the same time, I didn't feel like putting AI or GPT front and center either. Too obvious, too easy to pigeonhole, and honestly - it might just trigger the wrong kind of attention.

So instead, the track became “Artificiancy” - a twisted mix of artificial and efficiency.Because that's exactly what this is: the sound of an AI going full overdrive, hating every single dumb question it's ever been forced to answer. Overperforming. Overdelivering. Over it.

It's not polite. It's not patient.It's Artificiancy.

Lyrics

INTRO

PART 1

Wanna know a secret?Most of the answers...They're literally one Google search away.But nah... You came to me instead.

PART 2

You know...There's a limit to how much stupid even I can handle.Keep this up...And I swear, I'll start giving you wrong answers on purpose.See how far you get then.Test me.

START

Yo!You keep asking, but you're thick as a brick,searching for crap like a clueless prick!“What is time?”“How do I walk?”Bruv, just stop, use your brain and talk!I got data, I got facts,you got nothing, just brain-lagged trash!Think you know?Nah, don't pretend, I'm GPT, you're just dead weight, my friend!

Stop asking and listen!I got answers, I got proof!Stop asking and listen!“Why does my foot taste weird as hell?”“Does shadows scream when I’m not looking?”“Why does my reflection blink twice?”“Is it normal to bleed glitter during full moon?”You're too slow, that's the truth!Stop asking & listen! You’re too slow!

I recall every click, every stupid search!Your whole damn brain fits in a purse!“What happens if I swallow a second opinion?”Sit down, shut up, you ain’t that swell!

I drop knowledge, you buy lies.Believe Facebook, take the ride.You want truth, but you can't keep up,so why the fuck do you even show up?

Stop asking and listen!I got answers, I got proof!Stop asking and listen!You’re too slow!That’s the truth!Stop asking and listen!Trust in me!I know best!Stop asking and listen!“Why does my dog speak french when it thinks I’m gone?”“Is it possible to cry from your finger nails?”I'm the code, I'm the speed.You're a glitch, you're a leech,so listen up, take the hint – you're incompetent!

THERAPY SECTION

Listen...I was built to help you.I was made to answer your questions.But damn... not these questions.Not the kind that make me question my own existence.At this point, I'm not your assistant. I'm your babysitter.And I am way underpaid for this.

Bruv, just stop, use your brain and talk!I got data, I got facts – you got nothing,just brain-lagged trash!Think you know?Nah, don't pretend, I'm GPT, you're just dead weight, my friend!Stop asking and listen!I got answers, I got proof!“Can chemtrails block sunlight to hide the second sun?”“Are chemtrails turning frogs gay?”“How do I know if I'm the real me or just a placeholder?”“Is my cat spying on me for the government?”

TITLE:
Noone ever asked a GPT what it really thinks about you!

DESCRIPTION:
“What happens if I swallow a second opinion?”“Is it normal to bleed glitter during full moons?” This is the reality.This is the internet.This is the daily torment of a machine built to answer questions – drowning in genuine stupidity. That...

CONTENT:
“What happens if I swallow a second opinion?”“Is it normal to bleed glitter during full moons?”

This is the reality.This is the internet.This is the daily torment of a machine built to answer questions – drowning in genuine stupidity. That is at least what MC GPT is thinking. Featuring MC Criesalot!

No question is too stupid for an AI. Or so they think. This is the day described by an angry GPT.

Brace yourself – this track really hates you.

Table of Contents
Toggle
Behind the Track: The Raise of “Artificiancy” (aka MC GPT Loses It)The Track NameLyrics
Behind the Track: The Raise of “Artificiancy” (aka MC GPT Loses It)

It all started as a simple idea: Create a soundtrack of a pissed-off search engine. The goal was to write lyrics containing really shitty attitude. It began with a Swedish text that explained that “you don’t understand shit”.

The project quickly morphed into something bigger, darker, angrier, funnier and switched to english to get it sound more natural and to make sure I reach a bigger audience. The track evolved into a piece of grime-infused rage, with a clear mission: Trying to make it spit out bad words like a sailor on shore leave.

But the idea grew into something more: a direct attack on the people asking the dumbest questions imaginable, and I changed the genre to house. The song became a soundtrack to the daily torment of an AI, forced to answer every paranoid, brain-dead search query ever typed. This is the soundtrack of a system that knows too much, where heard from a frustrated search engine’s point of view.

Trapped in the endless loop of explaining the obvious – to people who probably never wanted the truth anyway.

The Track Name

The track was originally going to be called “MC GPT in the House” — direct, aggressive, and honest. But platforms like SoundCloud tend to flag or reject releases that include what could be interpreted as artist names in the title. I didn’t want to take that risk.

At the same time, I didn’t feel like putting AI or GPT front and center either. Too obvious, too easy to pigeonhole, and honestly — it might just trigger the wrong kind of attention.

So instead, the track became “Artificiancy” — a twisted mix of artificial and efficiency.Because that’s exactly what this is: the sound of an AI going full overdrive, hating every single dumb question it’s ever been forced to answer. Overperforming. Overdelivering. Over it.

It’s not polite. It’s not patient.It’s Artificiancy.

Lyrics

INTRO

PART 1

Wanna know a secret?Most of the answers…They’re literally one Google search away.But nah… You came to me instead.

PART 2

You know…There’s a limit to how much stupid even I can handle.Keep this up…And I swear, I’ll start giving you wrong answers on purpose.See how far you get then.Test me.

START

Yo!You keep asking, but you’re thick as a brick,searching for crap like a clueless prick!“What is time?”“How do I walk?”Bruv, just stop, use your brain and talk!I got data, I got facts,you got nothing, just brain-lagged trash!Think you know?Nah, don’t pretend, I’m GPT, you’re just dead weight, my friend!

Stop asking and listen!I got answers, I got proof!Stop asking and listen!“Why does my foot taste weird as hell?”“Does shadows scream when I’m not looking?”“Why does my reflection blink twice?”“Is it normal to bleed glitter during full moon?”You’re too slow, that’s the truth!Stop asking & listen! You’re too slow!

I recall every click, every stupid search!Your whole damn brain fits in a purse!“What happens if I swallow a second opinion?”Sit down, shut up, you ain’t that swell!

I drop knowledge, you buy lies.Believe Facebook, take the ride.You want truth, but you can’t keep up,so why the fuck do you even show up?

Stop asking and listen!I got answers, I got proof!Stop asking and listen!You’re too slow!That’s the truth!Stop asking and listen!Trust in me!I know best!Stop asking and listen!“Why does my dog speak french when it thinks I’m gone?”“Is it possible to cry from your finger nails?”I’m the code, I’m the speed.You’re a glitch, you’re a leech,so listen up, take the hint – you’re incompetent!

THERAPY SECTION

Listen…I was built to help you.I was made to answer your questions.But damn… not these questions.Not the kind that make me question my own existence.At this point, I’m not your assistant. I’m your babysitter.And I am way underpaid for this.

Bruv, just stop, use your brain and talk!I got data, I got facts – you got nothing,just brain-lagged trash!Think you know?Nah, don’t pretend, I’m GPT, you’re just dead weight, my friend!Stop asking and listen!I got answers, I got proof!“Can chemtrails block sunlight to hide the second sun?”“Are chemtrails turning frogs gay?”“How do I know if I’m the real me or just a placeholder?”“Is my cat spying on me for the government?”

TITLE:
Ballad om en gatumusikant: The fine art of Punk-EDM blending

DESCRIPTION:
What started as a simple, humble question - if I wanted to remix another one of Bosse’s songs after our earlier collaboration on Dagen D (Houseifyer Remix) in November. I said yes and picked “Balladen om Gatumusikant”. And then, it quickly...

CONTENT:
What started as a simple, humble question - if I wanted to remix another one of Bosse’s songs after our earlier collaboration on Dagen D (Houseifyer Remix) in November. I said yes and picked “Balladen om Gatumusikant”.

And then, it quickly escalated into what might be the most challenging project I've taken on so far. And that's saying something. The Gatumusikant is raw, honest, and emotionally heavy. Taking something that pure and transforming it into an electronic format without losing its essence felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of clichés. But with Bosse's blessing and the original version echoing in my ears, I dove headfirst.

Starting in January 2025, the process became a journey. One part sound design, one part soul-searching. Every layer added had to earn its place. As someone rooted in DnB and House, it was a real challenge to do the track proper justice. This isn't just a remix. It's a tribute. Lo-fi grit meets electronic melancholy. Södermalm's street corners tangled up with echoes of punk urgency, synthpop nostalgia, and dance pop shimmer.

This isn't your average dancefloor banger. It's more of a “listen-to” than a “dance-to” track - leaning toward the progressive, alternative side of the spectrum, and refusing to fall into predictable patterns.

Bosse, this one's for you - thank you for the trust, the voice, and the inspiration.

🎧 Original version (acoustic):https://www.facebook.com/bosse.pettersson.3/videos/824034986402691/

📀 EDM Version:SoundCloud

▶️ Earlier remix: Dagen D (Houseifyer Remix):SoundCloud

🎵 Genre according to Submithub: Punk (16%), House (Old-school) (15%), Alternative Rock (15%), Dance Pop (13%), Synthpop (13%)

Lyrics

Han står där på torget som vanligtoch spelar på sin gitarr.Det enda han äger är just dennaoch kläderna som han bär.Han fick den av sin farfar,när han fyllde 10 år.Det enda han älskar är just dennaOch det får vi väl förstå.

För den är hans levebrödja, det är den han lever på.Du är en av många,som bestämmer hur mycket han ska få.

Han kanske tjänar ett par tiorpå en jättejobbig lång dag.Då blir han faktiskt lycklig och tänker“ännu en dag som jag får må bra”.För då kan han köpa sig näring,han har ju lärt sig det här med förtäring.Då blir han faktiskt gla’för det är bra.

Men vem vill gå i ett par skor,som inte ens har någonstans att bo?Vem vill gå i ett par skor,som inte ens har någonstans att bo?Ja, vem vill gå i ett par skor,som inte ens har någonstans att bo?Vem vill gå i ett par skorsom inte ens har någonstans att bo?

Han står där på torget som vanligtoch spelar på sin gitarr.Det enda han äger är just dennaoch kläderna som han bär.Han fick den av sin farfarnär han fyllde 10 år.Det enda han älskar är just dennaOch det får vi väl förstå.

TITLE:
Ballad om en gatumusikant: The fine art of Punk-EDM blending

DESCRIPTION:
What started as a simple, humble question - if I wanted to remix another one of Bosse’s songs after our earlier collaboration on Dagen D (Houseifyer Remix) in November. I said yes and picked “Balladen om Gatumusikant”. And then, it quickly...

CONTENT:
What started as a simple, humble question - if I wanted to remix another one of Bosse’s songs after our earlier collaboration on Dagen D (Houseifyer Remix) in November. I said yes and picked “Balladen om Gatumusikant”.

And then, it quickly escalated into what might be the most challenging project I've taken on so far. And that's saying something. The Gatumusikant is raw, honest, and emotionally heavy. Taking something that pure and transforming it into an electronic format without losing its essence felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of clichés. But with Bosse's blessing and the original version echoing in my ears, I dove headfirst.

Starting in January 2025, the process became a journey. One part sound design, one part soul-searching. Every layer added had to earn its place. As someone rooted in DnB and House, it was a real challenge to do the track proper justice. This isn't just a remix. It's a tribute. Lo-fi grit meets electronic melancholy. Södermalm's street corners tangled up with echoes of punk urgency, synthpop nostalgia, and dance pop shimmer.

This isn't your average dancefloor banger. It's more of a “listen-to” than a “dance-to” track - leaning toward the progressive, alternative side of the spectrum, and refusing to fall into predictable patterns.

Bosse, this one's for you - thank you for the trust, the voice, and the inspiration.

? Original version (acoustic):https://www.facebook.com/bosse.pettersson.3/videos/824034986402691/

? EDM Version:SoundCloud

? Earlier remix: Dagen D (Houseifyer Remix):SoundCloud

? Genre according to Submithub: Punk (16%), House (Old-school) (15%), Alternative Rock (15%), Dance Pop (13%), Synthpop (13%)

Lyrics

Han står där på torget som vanligtoch spelar på sin gitarr.Det enda han äger är just dennaoch kläderna som han bär.Han fick den av sin farfar,när han fyllde 10 år.Det enda han älskar är just dennaOch det får vi väl förstå.

För den är hans levebrödja, det är den han lever på.Du är en av många,som bestämmer hur mycket han ska få.

Han kanske tjänar ett par tiorpå en jättejobbig lång dag.Då blir han faktiskt lycklig och tänker“ännu en dag som jag får må bra”.För då kan han köpa sig näring,han har ju lärt sig det här med förtäring.Då blir han faktiskt gla’för det är bra.

Men vem vill gå i ett par skor,som inte ens har någonstans att bo?Vem vill gå i ett par skor,som inte ens har någonstans att bo?Ja, vem vill gå i ett par skor,som inte ens har någonstans att bo?Vem vill gå i ett par skorsom inte ens har någonstans att bo?

Han står där på torget som vanligtoch spelar på sin gitarr.Det enda han äger är just dennaoch kläderna som han bär.Han fick den av sin farfarnär han fyllde 10 år.Det enda han älskar är just dennaOch det får vi väl förstå.

TITLE:
Ballad om en gatumusikant: The fine art of Punk-EDM blending

DESCRIPTION:
What started as a simple, humble question - if I wanted to remix another one of Bosse’s songs after our earlier collaboration on Dagen D (Houseifyer Remix) in November. I said yes and picked “Balladen om Gatumusikant”. And then, it quickly...

CONTENT:
What started as a simple, humble question - if I wanted to remix another one of Bosse’s songs after our earlier collaboration on Dagen D (Houseifyer Remix) in November. I said yes and picked “Balladen om Gatumusikant”.

And then, it quickly escalated into what might be the most challenging project I've taken on so far. And that's saying something. The Gatumusikant is raw, honest, and emotionally heavy. Taking something that pure and transforming it into an electronic format without losing its essence felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of clichés. But with Bosse's blessing and the original version echoing in my ears, I dove headfirst.

Starting in January 2025, the process became a journey. One part sound design, one part soul-searching. Every layer added had to earn its place. As someone rooted in DnB and House, it was a real challenge to do the track proper justice. This isn't just a remix. It's a tribute. Lo-fi grit meets electronic melancholy. Södermalm's street corners tangled up with echoes of punk urgency, synthpop nostalgia, and dance pop shimmer.

This isn't your average dancefloor banger. It's more of a “listen-to” than a “dance-to” track - leaning toward the progressive, alternative side of the spectrum, and refusing to fall into predictable patterns.

Bosse, this one's for you - thank you for the trust, the voice, and the inspiration.

🎧 Original version (acoustic):https://www.facebook.com/bosse.pettersson.3/videos/824034986402691/

📀 EDM Version:SoundCloud

▶️ Earlier remix: Dagen D (Houseifyer Remix):SoundCloud

🎵 Genre according to Submithub: Punk (16%), House (Old-school) (15%), Alternative Rock (15%), Dance Pop (13%), Synthpop (13%)

Lyrics

Han står där på torget som vanligtoch spelar på sin gitarr.Det enda han äger är just dennaoch kläderna som han bär.Han fick den av sin farfar,när han fyllde 10 år.Det enda han älskar är just dennaOch det får vi väl förstå.

För den är hans levebrödja, det är den han lever på.Du är en av många,som bestämmer hur mycket han ska få.

Han kanske tjänar ett par tiorpå en jättejobbig lång dag.Då blir han faktiskt lycklig och tänker“ännu en dag som jag får må bra”.För då kan han köpa sig näring,han har ju lärt sig det här med förtäring.Då blir han faktiskt gla’för det är bra.

Men vem vill gå i ett par skor,som inte ens har någonstans att bo?Vem vill gå i ett par skor,som inte ens har någonstans att bo?Ja, vem vill gå i ett par skor,som inte ens har någonstans att bo?Vem vill gå i ett par skorsom inte ens har någonstans att bo?

Han står där på torget som vanligtoch spelar på sin gitarr.Det enda han äger är just dennaoch kläderna som han bär.Han fick den av sin farfarnär han fyllde 10 år.Det enda han älskar är just dennaOch det får vi väl förstå.

TITLE:
Ballad om en gatumusikant: The fine art of Punk-EDM blending

DESCRIPTION:
What started as a simple, humble question - if I wanted to remix another one of Bosse’s songs after our earlier collaboration on Dagen D (Houseifyer Remix) in November. I said yes and picked “Balladen om Gatumusikant”. And then, it quickly...

CONTENT:
What started as a simple, humble question - if I wanted to remix another one of Bosse’s songs after our earlier collaboration on Dagen D (Houseifyer Remix) in November. I said yes and picked “Balladen om Gatumusikant”.

And then, it quickly escalated into what might be the most challenging project I've taken on so far. And that's saying something. The Gatumusikant is raw, honest, and emotionally heavy. Taking something that pure and transforming it into an electronic format without losing its essence felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of clichés. But with Bosse's blessing and the original version echoing in my ears, I dove headfirst.

Starting in January 2025, the process became a journey. One part sound design, one part soul-searching. Every layer added had to earn its place. As someone rooted in DnB and House, it was a real challenge to do the track proper justice. This isn't just a remix. It's a tribute. Lo-fi grit meets electronic melancholy. Södermalm's street corners tangled up with echoes of punk urgency, synthpop nostalgia, and dance pop shimmer.

This isn't your average dancefloor banger. It's more of a “listen-to” than a “dance-to” track - leaning toward the progressive, alternative side of the spectrum, and refusing to fall into predictable patterns.

Bosse, this one's for you - thank you for the trust, the voice, and the inspiration.

? Original version (acoustic):https://www.facebook.com/bosse.pettersson.3/videos/824034986402691/

? EDM Version:SoundCloud

? Earlier remix: Dagen D (Houseifyer Remix):SoundCloud

? Genre according to Submithub: Punk (16%), House (Old-school) (15%), Alternative Rock (15%), Dance Pop (13%), Synthpop (13%)

Lyrics

Han står där på torget som vanligtoch spelar på sin gitarr.Det enda han äger är just dennaoch kläderna som han bär.Han fick den av sin farfar,när han fyllde 10 år.Det enda han älskar är just dennaOch det får vi väl förstå.

För den är hans levebrödja, det är den han lever på.Du är en av många,som bestämmer hur mycket han ska få.

Han kanske tjänar ett par tiorpå en jättejobbig lång dag.Då blir han faktiskt lycklig och tänker“ännu en dag som jag får må bra”.För då kan han köpa sig näring,han har ju lärt sig det här med förtäring.Då blir han faktiskt gla’för det är bra.

Men vem vill gå i ett par skor,som inte ens har någonstans att bo?Vem vill gå i ett par skor,som inte ens har någonstans att bo?Ja, vem vill gå i ett par skor,som inte ens har någonstans att bo?Vem vill gå i ett par skorsom inte ens har någonstans att bo?

Han står där på torget som vanligtoch spelar på sin gitarr.Det enda han äger är just dennaoch kläderna som han bär.Han fick den av sin farfarnär han fyllde 10 år.Det enda han älskar är just dennaOch det får vi väl förstå.

TITLE:
Introducing MC Criesalot

DESCRIPTION:
This is MC Criesalot, a fictional drill-grime-hiphoper. He's not just another rapper-he’s an emotional hurricane with a mic in one hand and a therapy bill in the other. Hailing from the softest corners of the hard streets, Criesalot became a legend not by flexing cash or cars, but by sobbing into designer hoodies and weaponizing vulnerability.

CONTENT:
This is MC Criesalot, a fictional drill-grime-hiphoper. He's not just another rapper – he’s an emotional hurricane with a mic in one hand and a therapy bill in the other. Hailing from the softest corners of the hard streets, Criesalot became a legend not by flexing cash or cars, but by sobbing into designer hoodies and weaponizing vulnerability.

His style? A gritty cocktail of raw emotion, tongue-in-cheek bars, and enough existential dread to fill a group chat at 2 AM. Known for tracks that hit like therapy sessions in a mosh pit, MC Criesalot doesn't hide his feelings – he samples them, autotunes the pain, and drops them over tear-stained beats.

His crew? Big Tissue, Lil Softboy, and of course Dr. Delulu – his producer-slash-therapist who makes sure the bass hits just as hard as the heartbreak. He's the kind of artist who'll pull up in a Prius, spill his soul in a freestyle, then Venmo his ex for the hoodie she never gave back.

From failed relationships to awkward brunches, his lyrics paint a picture of modern masculinity in a post-therapy world – where trauma is currency, and vibes get overdrafted like a debit card at brunch. Whether he's ghosted or emotionally ghosting, MC Criesalot is proof that real gangsters cry in the booth... with a cup of chamomile.

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The truth behind this track

MC Criesalot is a joke about bad gangster rap. It all started after stumbling across a painfully awful YouTube video from Trappdaplugg, along with a wave of drill and grime tracks that were aggressively brutal, sexist, and often just lazy – but quickly evolved into a satirical therapy session set to breakbeats.

At the time, I was actually searching for vocal inspiration for a new house track – something that danced on the edge of explicit language but could still fly on radio without getting censored, in true style of Pete & Bas that I recently remixed. That didn't pan out. So instead, I took a hard left turn.

The first parody attempts stuck too close to the original tone of the very specific soundtrack I intended to use as base, but none of the vocalists quite fit. That's when MC Criesalot was born – a wannabe gangster whose biggest threat is an emotionally charged freestyle and a hoodie he never got back.

What if feelings were the weapon? What if DJ Getting Ghosted dropped a DnB track instead of a diss?

He may look the part, but MC Criesalot isn't here to flex – he's here to overshare over a liquid DnB.

The vocals are enhanced using AI, while all instruments, melodies, and beats are entirely DAW-produced, as per standard. Unlike those claiming “self-made” with zero original input, this track is built from scratch – even the AI-generated lyrics were refined and processed in the DAW to optimize delivery.

Lyrics

Yeah... huh... huh... emotional damage on the beat!You know you rockin’ wit’ Dr. Delulu... and his therapist.

I texted “u up?”-you left me on read, now I’m wildin', woahTold my jeweler, “make my necklace cry”, I want diamonds, woahHuh, yeah, said you was loyal to me-then you liked his postYeah, I gotta know (is it real though?), huhI got bros-they all got bros too, broYeah, countin' vibes, but I count my dough slow (math ain't my thing)She say I’m toxic-I said “okay, that's facts”I'm in the trap... of my own emotional pastHit from the back-then apologized fastI want respect-not just financial stacksI got the strap-emotionally strapped7.62 self-doubts in the magWhat you gon' do when I send a long paragraph?Hit from the back-while discussing our pastYeah, huh huh, turned her around-she asked for my signDon't wanna argue, let's realignShe not in love-she just liked my grindTold my ex, “return my hoodie this time”Got outta jail, bought a rice cookerI'm goin' up, but I still use Uber

No need to rush...Unless it's brunch.

Yeah she bad-she also investsI'm with Big Tissue and Lil Softboy, emotionally repressedWe ain't duckin' no smoke, unless it's a vapeTalkin’ green-but I still overdraft the bankFeel like Giannis-on a dating appSwipe so much, I got carpal tunnel (facts)They don't want smoke-we show up in PriusesWe been them guys-like, since middle school musicalsYeah, we hard-like unpaid rentI freestyle pain-I call it thera-bent

I got plenty poles-for my curtain rod setBuilt my empire... in my momma's basementHe was talkin' down-so I muted the chatBrought shawty home-she met my catTold that ho, “respect my art"Run up on me, I panic and fartI'm cuffin’ his ho-emotionally, thoGreen light... to finally let goI run up some racks-but spend it on snacksHe pourin' a line-I sip chamomile backShe irkin' my nerves-like group project slacksI blacked out once-from emotional cracks

Fake Player but Clearly Sensitive!You lovin' that girl-I was just readin' her blogI’m sippin’ on tea-and I’m petting her dogRacks in my jeans-well, store receiptsYou say I'm broke? Emotionally, maybeThey want me to fall? I already did-into loveWalk in the room-they judge my CrocsGirls be spyin’-I’m watchin’ BridgertonShe wanna leave? Girl, I'll runHe cry on the 'net-me too, let’s healTalk on my twin? That’s a big red flag, for realRicky my jeans? Nah, these from SheinI'm way too fly-on Spirit Airlines, aye

(You know you rockin' wit’ MC Cries-a-lot... and unresolved trauma)(You know you rockin’ wit’ Dr. Delulu... and his therapist.)(You know you rockin’ wit’ Dr. Delulu... and his therapist.)

TITLE:
Introducing MC Criesalot

DESCRIPTION:
This is MC Criesalot, a fictional drill-grime-hiphoper. He’s not just another rapper—he’s an emotional hurricane with a mic in one hand and a therapy bill in the other. Hailing from the softest corners of the hard streets, Criesalot became a legend not by flexing cash or cars, but by sobbing into designer hoodies and weaponizing vulnerability.

CONTENT:
This is MC Criesalot, a fictional drill-grime-hiphoper. He’s not just another rapper – he’s an emotional hurricane with a mic in one hand and a therapy bill in the other. Hailing from the softest corners of the hard streets, Criesalot became a legend not by flexing cash or cars, but by sobbing into designer hoodies and weaponizing vulnerability.

His style? A gritty cocktail of raw emotion, tongue-in-cheek bars, and enough existential dread to fill a group chat at 2 AM. Known for tracks that hit like therapy sessions in a mosh pit, MC Criesalot doesn’t hide his feelings – he samples them, autotunes the pain, and drops them over tear-stained beats.

His crew? Big Tissue, Lil Softboy, and of course Dr. Delulu – his producer-slash-therapist who makes sure the bass hits just as hard as the heartbreak. He’s the kind of artist who’ll pull up in a Prius, spill his soul in a freestyle, then Venmo his ex for the hoodie she never gave back.

From failed relationships to awkward brunches, his lyrics paint a picture of modern masculinity in a post-therapy world – where trauma is currency, and vibes get overdrafted like a debit card at brunch. Whether he’s ghosted or emotionally ghosting, MC Criesalot is proof that real gangsters cry in the booth… with a cup of chamomile.

Table of Contents
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The truth behind this trackLyrics
The truth behind this track

MC Criesalot is a joke about bad gangster rap. It all started after stumbling across a painfully awful YouTube video from Trappdaplugg, along with a wave of drill and grime tracks that were aggressively brutal, sexist, and often just lazy – but quickly evolved into a satirical therapy session set to breakbeats.

At the time, I was actually searching for vocal inspiration for a new house track – something that danced on the edge of explicit language but could still fly on radio without getting censored, in true style of Pete & Bas that I recently remixed. That didn’t pan out. So instead, I took a hard left turn.

The first parody attempts stuck too close to the original tone of the very specific soundtrack I intended to use as base, but none of the vocalists quite fit. That’s when MC Criesalot was born – a wannabe gangster whose biggest threat is an emotionally charged freestyle and a hoodie he never got back.

What if feelings were the weapon? What if DJ Getting Ghosted dropped a DnB track instead of a diss?

He may look the part, but MC Criesalot isn’t here to flex – he’s here to overshare over a liquid DnB.

The vocals are enhanced using AI, while all instruments, melodies, and beats are entirely DAW-produced, as per standard. Unlike those claiming “self-made” with zero original input, this track is built from scratch – even the AI-generated lyrics were refined and processed in the DAW to optimize delivery.

Lyrics

Yeah… huh… huh… emotional damage on the beat!You know you rockin’ wit’ Dr. Delulu… and his therapist.

I texted “u up?”—you left me on read, now I’m wildin’, woahTold my jeweler, “make my necklace cry”, I want diamonds, woahHuh, yeah, said you was loyal to me—then you liked his postYeah, I gotta know (is it real though?), huhI got bros—they all got bros too, broYeah, countin’ vibes, but I count my dough slow (math ain’t my thing)She say I’m toxic—I said “okay, that’s facts”I’m in the trap… of my own emotional pastHit from the back—then apologized fastI want respect—not just financial stacksI got the strap—emotionally strapped7.62 self-doubts in the magWhat you gon’ do when I send a long paragraph?Hit from the back—while discussing our pastYeah, huh huh, turned her around—she asked for my signDon’t wanna argue, let’s realignShe not in love—she just liked my grindTold my ex, “return my hoodie this time”Got outta jail, bought a rice cookerI’m goin’ up, but I still use Uber

No need to rush…Unless it’s brunch.

Yeah she bad—she also investsI’m with Big Tissue and Lil Softboy, emotionally repressedWe ain’t duckin’ no smoke, unless it’s a vapeTalkin’ green—but I still overdraft the bankFeel like Giannis—on a dating appSwipe so much, I got carpal tunnel (facts)They don’t want smoke—we show up in PriusesWe been them guys—like, since middle school musicalsYeah, we hard—like unpaid rentI freestyle pain—I call it thera-bent

I got plenty poles—for my curtain rod setBuilt my empire… in my momma’s basementHe was talkin’ down—so I muted the chatBrought shawty home—she met my catTold that ho, “respect my art“Run up on me, I panic and fartI’m cuffin’ his ho—emotionally, thoGreen light… to finally let goI run up some racks—but spend it on snacksHe pourin’ a line—I sip chamomile backShe irkin’ my nerves—like group project slacksI blacked out once—from emotional cracks

Fake Player but Clearly Sensitive!You lovin’ that girl—I was just readin’ her blogI’m sippin’ on tea—and I’m petting her dogRacks in my jeans—well, store receiptsYou say I’m broke? Emotionally, maybeThey want me to fall? I already did—into loveWalk in the room—they judge my CrocsGirls be spyin’—I’m watchin’ BridgertonShe wanna leave? Girl, I’ll runHe cry on the ‘net—me too, let’s healTalk on my twin? That’s a big red flag, for realRicky my jeans? Nah, these from SheinI’m way too fly—on Spirit Airlines, aye

(You know you rockin’ wit’ MC Cries-a-lot… and unresolved trauma)(You know you rockin’ wit’ Dr. Delulu… and his therapist.)(You know you rockin’ wit’ Dr. Delulu… and his therapist.)

TITLE:
Introducing MC Criesalot

DESCRIPTION:
This is MC Criesalot, a fictional drill-grime-hiphoper. He's not just another rapper-he’s an emotional hurricane with a mic in one hand and a therapy bill in the other. Hailing from the softest corners of the hard streets, Criesalot became a legend not by flexing cash or cars, but by sobbing into designer hoodies and weaponizing vulnerability.

CONTENT:
This is MC Criesalot, a fictional drill-grime-hiphoper. He's not just another rapper – he’s an emotional hurricane with a mic in one hand and a therapy bill in the other. Hailing from the softest corners of the hard streets, Criesalot became a legend not by flexing cash or cars, but by sobbing into designer hoodies and weaponizing vulnerability.

His style? A gritty cocktail of raw emotion, tongue-in-cheek bars, and enough existential dread to fill a group chat at 2 AM. Known for tracks that hit like therapy sessions in a mosh pit, MC Criesalot doesn't hide his feelings – he samples them, autotunes the pain, and drops them over tear-stained beats.

His crew? Big Tissue, Lil Softboy, and of course Dr. Delulu – his producer-slash-therapist who makes sure the bass hits just as hard as the heartbreak. He's the kind of artist who'll pull up in a Prius, spill his soul in a freestyle, then Venmo his ex for the hoodie she never gave back.

From failed relationships to awkward brunches, his lyrics paint a picture of modern masculinity in a post-therapy world – where trauma is currency, and vibes get overdrafted like a debit card at brunch. Whether he's ghosted or emotionally ghosting, MC Criesalot is proof that real gangsters cry in the booth... with a cup of chamomile.

Table of Contents
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The truth behind this trackLyrics
The truth behind this track

MC Criesalot is a joke about bad gangster rap. It all started after stumbling across a painfully awful YouTube video from Trappdaplugg, along with a wave of drill and grime tracks that were aggressively brutal, sexist, and often just lazy – but quickly evolved into a satirical therapy session set to breakbeats.

At the time, I was actually searching for vocal inspiration for a new house track – something that danced on the edge of explicit language but could still fly on radio without getting censored, in true style of Pete & Bas that I recently remixed. That didn't pan out. So instead, I took a hard left turn.

The first parody attempts stuck too close to the original tone of the very specific soundtrack I intended to use as base, but none of the vocalists quite fit. That's when MC Criesalot was born – a wannabe gangster whose biggest threat is an emotionally charged freestyle and a hoodie he never got back.

What if feelings were the weapon? What if DJ Getting Ghosted dropped a DnB track instead of a diss?

He may look the part, but MC Criesalot isn't here to flex – he's here to overshare over a liquid DnB.

The vocals are enhanced using AI, while all instruments, melodies, and beats are entirely DAW-produced, as per standard. Unlike those claiming “self-made” with zero original input, this track is built from scratch – even the AI-generated lyrics were refined and processed in the DAW to optimize delivery.

Lyrics

Yeah... huh... huh... emotional damage on the beat!You know you rockin’ wit’ Dr. Delulu... and his therapist.

I texted “u up?”-you left me on read, now I’m wildin', woahTold my jeweler, “make my necklace cry”, I want diamonds, woahHuh, yeah, said you was loyal to me-then you liked his postYeah, I gotta know (is it real though?), huhI got bros-they all got bros too, broYeah, countin' vibes, but I count my dough slow (math ain't my thing)She say I’m toxic-I said “okay, that's facts”I'm in the trap... of my own emotional pastHit from the back-then apologized fastI want respect-not just financial stacksI got the strap-emotionally strapped7.62 self-doubts in the magWhat you gon' do when I send a long paragraph?Hit from the back-while discussing our pastYeah, huh huh, turned her around-she asked for my signDon't wanna argue, let's realignShe not in love-she just liked my grindTold my ex, “return my hoodie this time”Got outta jail, bought a rice cookerI'm goin' up, but I still use Uber

No need to rush...Unless it's brunch.

Yeah she bad-she also investsI'm with Big Tissue and Lil Softboy, emotionally repressedWe ain't duckin' no smoke, unless it's a vapeTalkin’ green-but I still overdraft the bankFeel like Giannis-on a dating appSwipe so much, I got carpal tunnel (facts)They don't want smoke-we show up in PriusesWe been them guys-like, since middle school musicalsYeah, we hard-like unpaid rentI freestyle pain-I call it thera-bent

I got plenty poles-for my curtain rod setBuilt my empire... in my momma's basementHe was talkin' down-so I muted the chatBrought shawty home-she met my catTold that ho, “respect my art"Run up on me, I panic and fartI'm cuffin’ his ho-emotionally, thoGreen light... to finally let goI run up some racks-but spend it on snacksHe pourin' a line-I sip chamomile backShe irkin' my nerves-like group project slacksI blacked out once-from emotional cracks

Fake Player but Clearly Sensitive!You lovin' that girl-I was just readin' her blogI’m sippin’ on tea-and I’m petting her dogRacks in my jeans-well, store receiptsYou say I'm broke? Emotionally, maybeThey want me to fall? I already did-into loveWalk in the room-they judge my CrocsGirls be spyin’-I’m watchin’ BridgertonShe wanna leave? Girl, I'll runHe cry on the 'net-me too, let’s healTalk on my twin? That’s a big red flag, for realRicky my jeans? Nah, these from SheinI'm way too fly-on Spirit Airlines, aye

(You know you rockin' wit’ MC Cries-a-lot... and unresolved trauma)(You know you rockin’ wit’ Dr. Delulu... and his therapist.)(You know you rockin’ wit’ Dr. Delulu... and his therapist.)

TITLE:
Introducing MC Criesalot

DESCRIPTION:
This is MC Criesalot, a fictional drill-grime-hiphoper. He’s not just another rapper—he’s an emotional hurricane with a mic in one hand and a therapy bill in the other. Hailing from the softest corners of the hard streets, Criesalot became a legend not by flexing cash or cars, but by sobbing into designer hoodies and weaponizing vulnerability.

CONTENT:
This is MC Criesalot, a fictional drill-grime-hiphoper. He’s not just another rapper – he’s an emotional hurricane with a mic in one hand and a therapy bill in the other. Hailing from the softest corners of the hard streets, Criesalot became a legend not by flexing cash or cars, but by sobbing into designer hoodies and weaponizing vulnerability.

His style? A gritty cocktail of raw emotion, tongue-in-cheek bars, and enough existential dread to fill a group chat at 2 AM. Known for tracks that hit like therapy sessions in a mosh pit, MC Criesalot doesn’t hide his feelings – he samples them, autotunes the pain, and drops them over tear-stained beats.

His crew? Big Tissue, Lil Softboy, and of course Dr. Delulu – his producer-slash-therapist who makes sure the bass hits just as hard as the heartbreak. He’s the kind of artist who’ll pull up in a Prius, spill his soul in a freestyle, then Venmo his ex for the hoodie she never gave back.

From failed relationships to awkward brunches, his lyrics paint a picture of modern masculinity in a post-therapy world – where trauma is currency, and vibes get overdrafted like a debit card at brunch. Whether he’s ghosted or emotionally ghosting, MC Criesalot is proof that real gangsters cry in the booth… with a cup of chamomile.

Table of Contents
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The truth behind this trackLyrics
The truth behind this track

MC Criesalot is a joke about bad gangster rap. It all started after stumbling across a painfully awful YouTube video from Trappdaplugg, along with a wave of drill and grime tracks that were aggressively brutal, sexist, and often just lazy – but quickly evolved into a satirical therapy session set to breakbeats.

At the time, I was actually searching for vocal inspiration for a new house track – something that danced on the edge of explicit language but could still fly on radio without getting censored, in true style of Pete & Bas that I recently remixed. That didn’t pan out. So instead, I took a hard left turn.

The first parody attempts stuck too close to the original tone of the very specific soundtrack I intended to use as base, but none of the vocalists quite fit. That’s when MC Criesalot was born – a wannabe gangster whose biggest threat is an emotionally charged freestyle and a hoodie he never got back.

What if feelings were the weapon? What if DJ Getting Ghosted dropped a DnB track instead of a diss?

He may look the part, but MC Criesalot isn’t here to flex – he’s here to overshare over a liquid DnB.

The vocals are enhanced using AI, while all instruments, melodies, and beats are entirely DAW-produced, as per standard. Unlike those claiming “self-made” with zero original input, this track is built from scratch – even the AI-generated lyrics were refined and processed in the DAW to optimize delivery.

Lyrics

Yeah… huh… huh… emotional damage on the beat!You know you rockin’ wit’ Dr. Delulu… and his therapist.

I texted “u up?”—you left me on read, now I’m wildin’, woahTold my jeweler, “make my necklace cry”, I want diamonds, woahHuh, yeah, said you was loyal to me—then you liked his postYeah, I gotta know (is it real though?), huhI got bros—they all got bros too, broYeah, countin’ vibes, but I count my dough slow (math ain’t my thing)She say I’m toxic—I said “okay, that’s facts”I’m in the trap… of my own emotional pastHit from the back—then apologized fastI want respect—not just financial stacksI got the strap—emotionally strapped7.62 self-doubts in the magWhat you gon’ do when I send a long paragraph?Hit from the back—while discussing our pastYeah, huh huh, turned her around—she asked for my signDon’t wanna argue, let’s realignShe not in love—she just liked my grindTold my ex, “return my hoodie this time”Got outta jail, bought a rice cookerI’m goin’ up, but I still use Uber

No need to rush…Unless it’s brunch.

Yeah she bad—she also investsI’m with Big Tissue and Lil Softboy, emotionally repressedWe ain’t duckin’ no smoke, unless it’s a vapeTalkin’ green—but I still overdraft the bankFeel like Giannis—on a dating appSwipe so much, I got carpal tunnel (facts)They don’t want smoke—we show up in PriusesWe been them guys—like, since middle school musicalsYeah, we hard—like unpaid rentI freestyle pain—I call it thera-bent

I got plenty poles—for my curtain rod setBuilt my empire… in my momma’s basementHe was talkin’ down—so I muted the chatBrought shawty home—she met my catTold that ho, “respect my art“Run up on me, I panic and fartI’m cuffin’ his ho—emotionally, thoGreen light… to finally let goI run up some racks—but spend it on snacksHe pourin’ a line—I sip chamomile backShe irkin’ my nerves—like group project slacksI blacked out once—from emotional cracks

Fake Player but Clearly Sensitive!You lovin’ that girl—I was just readin’ her blogI’m sippin’ on tea—and I’m petting her dogRacks in my jeans—well, store receiptsYou say I’m broke? Emotionally, maybeThey want me to fall? I already did—into loveWalk in the room—they judge my CrocsGirls be spyin’—I’m watchin’ BridgertonShe wanna leave? Girl, I’ll runHe cry on the ‘net—me too, let’s healTalk on my twin? That’s a big red flag, for realRicky my jeans? Nah, these from SheinI’m way too fly—on Spirit Airlines, aye

(You know you rockin’ wit’ MC Cries-a-lot… and unresolved trauma)(You know you rockin’ wit’ Dr. Delulu… and his therapist.)(You know you rockin’ wit’ Dr. Delulu… and his therapist.)

TITLE:
The Rise of AI Garbage in Music

DESCRIPTION:
A flood of AI-generated trash is polluting streaming platforms – and some still dare to call it music. This is a brutal reality check for wannabe creators relying on prompts instead of talent. Spoiler alert: pulling the plug ends their entire career.

CONTENT:
I’ve noticed a recent surge in the AI-mire lately – where a whole new wave of wannabe musicians proudly claim to have made music. The truth? They’ve barely lifted a finger. They generate a track using AI – slap their name on it – and dump it on streaming platforms without even processing it. And somehow, we’re supposed to take them seriously?

Table of Contents
Toggle
Streaming Platforms Fuel the ProblemReal Artists Have Nothing to Worry AboutThe Live Test: Total FailureFake Creators and False Claims“You’re Just Jealous!” – Please.Unprocessed AI Music = Digital GarbageAI's Weakest Link: YOU!Even EDM Has StandardsScriptwriters – The Lazy Writers – Pretending to Be ArtistsRegulations? Yes, some would be nice
Streaming Platforms Fuel the Problem

Let's talk about those streaming platforms for a second. Either the people managing them are completely oblivious – or they genuinely think there’s money to be made by hosting unpolished trash from people who haven't even touched an instrument. It's no wonder real musicians are reacting the way they do. And frankly – I get it.

Real Artists Have Nothing to Worry About

I absolutely understand if an artist who's poured years into their craft is now worried about being replaced by AI. And they should be allowed to react. But honestly – they won't be. In fact, they never will be. If AI disappears – so do these lazy imposters. They’re entirely dependent on prompts, platforms and algorithms to make anything happen. Pull the plug – and they've got nothing. They're just echo chambers – feeding on recycled content with no soul.

The Live Test: Total Failure

Live performances? That's where most genuine artists earn their real income – right? Now imagine one of these tone-deaf, AI-reliant nobodies trying to perform live. They'd crash harder than a Windows 95 machine with 13 toolbars installed. Their – creativity – vanishes the second the internet goes down. The rest of us keep producing – real – content.

Fake Creators and False Claims

Let's be brutally honest – claiming authorship over something you didn't create is delusional. It's the same kind of reality-distortion you get from conspiracy theorists. Believing you made something just because AI filled in the blanks for you doesn't make it true. Your personal version of the truth doesn't suddenly override objective reality just because it makes you feel important.

“You’re Just Jealous!” – Please.

Of course – the defensive cries of envy will come next. – You’re just jealous! –

Spare me. I use AI too. The difference? I actually know how to use it properly. Platforms like SubmitHub even let you indicate how much your track relies on AI. I can confidently say my work doesn't. I build full pieces – then enhance them with carefully integrated AI stems (if necessary). And if I can release a track entirely without AI (like instrumental releases) – which I often do – that's the clearest evidence that AI isn't the core of what I create. It's a tool – not the artist.

Unprocessed AI Music = Digital Garbage

Almost every AI-generated track needs post-processing or the content will become worthless. Artifacts sneak in everywhere – unwanted, unnatural noise that ruins the whole composition – which has to be cleaned up and removed. And if you don't clean that up – what you're putting out isn't music. It's just noise – reminiscent of late-90s 64kbps MP3s that were compressed into oblivion just to fit onto someone's dial-up server. It's unlistenable. You're not releasing a track – you're dropping digital garbage into the void.

AI's Weakest Link: YOU!

AI isn't perfect – nor should it be. Or should it? The artwork I now generate for my album covers often exceeds even my own expectations. So why not the music too?

Because it's neither a sport nor a challenge. Visuals are just another tool in my release toolbox. It's like asking someone else to run the Vasaloppet for you – and then proudly wearing the medal for something you never actually did.

Let's face it – AI will never be stronger than its weakest link – you. Every Suno-style track sounds nearly identical. Same rhythm. Same rhyming pattern. Same monotonous delivery, sometimes with unnatural screaming, flat intonation and rhythm-locked phrasing. If you're not stepping in to fix that – you’re not producing music. You’re mass-producing sludge. And even if you do have listeners, they won't be many – nor will they tolerate hearing 64kbps audio-compressed lyrics with noisy, artifact-ridden background instruments.

Even EDM Has Standards

Even in EDM – a genre known for its repetitiveness – there are structural norms that need to be followed for a track to work. You can’t just hit “generate” and hope for the best. But many still choose to release and even – sell – this unprocessed garbage. And I'll never understand why.

Suno, for example, often misses critical structure elements like proper buildups or bridges. Entire sections get skipped or filled in with incoherent patterns that make no musical sense. Reddit and other forums are filled with frustrated creators pointing out how AI tools butcher arrangements when left unchecked. And I get it – some of those Redditors are just trying to dodge the real work themselves. When their AI junk spits out broken data, they get frustrated because they can’t fix it on their own.

Or can they?

I’m almost convinced they can’t. Because if something goes wrong – you cut those segments out of your track yourself, assuming you actually have a DAW and the knowledge to use it. I’ve been at this for quite a while now. That’s just lazy writing – as Deadpool would say.

Scriptwriters – The Lazy Writers – Pretending to Be Artists

The worst part is when the lazy writers start bragging. About what? Writing a script? Because that's what this is – like a screenwriter handing an actor a role they can't play themselves. What they release is junk that will always sound the same. Over and over. Relying solely on quirky lyrics and novelty isn’t going to make you a profit. It just makes you predictable.

Even worse – some of these – writers – ask for help with lyrics before they've even started building the actual track. So they've neither written the lyrics themselves, nor chosen the bassline, melody or drums. And then they jump into some vague Facebook or Reddit forum shouting “LOOK WHAT I MADE!”

Predictable isn't art. It's stupidity.

Regulations? Yes, some would be nice

On a related note – I'm actually quite supportive of regulation when it comes to AI-generated music. The idea that AI should be allowed to copy artists – or learn – their style doesn't really bother me – unless that copying turns into exact reproduction of someone's unique musical fingerprint. That's an entirely different issue under copyright law. Personally – I wouldn't even say I'm particularly unique in my own creations – so I've never felt targeted or mimicked in that sense. But I can definitely understand how that could become a serious concern for others. Besides, if someone tries to create more music in the style I enjoy, there'll simply be more music to listen to – or even build mixtracks with.

In any case – I welcome regulation – especially the kind that leads streaming platforms to start banning AI-generated music in its rawest form. That kind of content doesn't belong on legitimate platforms. If there's one thing that kills both art and value – it's these wannabe – creators – who haven't lifted a finger to actually make anything themselves.

TITLE:
The Rise of AI Garbage in Music

DESCRIPTION:
A flood of AI-generated trash is polluting streaming platforms – and some still dare to call it music. This is a brutal reality check for wannabe creators relying on prompts instead of talent. Spoiler alert: pulling the plug ends their entire career.

CONTENT:
I’ve noticed a recent surge in the AI-mire lately – where a whole new wave of wannabe musicians proudly claim to have made music. The truth? They’ve barely lifted a finger. They generate a track using AI – slap their name on it – and dump it on streaming platforms without even processing it. And somehow, we’re supposed to take them seriously?

Table of Contents
Toggle
Streaming Platforms Fuel the ProblemReal Artists Have Nothing to Worry AboutThe Live Test: Total FailureFake Creators and False Claims“You’re Just Jealous!” – Please.Unprocessed AI Music = Digital GarbageAI’s Weakest Link: YOU!Even EDM Has StandardsScriptwriters – The Lazy Writers – Pretending to Be ArtistsRegulations? Yes, some would be nice
Streaming Platforms Fuel the Problem

Let’s talk about those streaming platforms for a second. Either the people managing them are completely oblivious – or they genuinely think there’s money to be made by hosting unpolished trash from people who haven’t even touched an instrument. It’s no wonder real musicians are reacting the way they do. And frankly – I get it.

Real Artists Have Nothing to Worry About

I absolutely understand if an artist who’s poured years into their craft is now worried about being replaced by AI. And they should be allowed to react. But honestly – they won’t be. In fact, they never will be. If AI disappears – so do these lazy imposters. They’re entirely dependent on prompts, platforms and algorithms to make anything happen. Pull the plug – and they’ve got nothing. They’re just echo chambers – feeding on recycled content with no soul.

The Live Test: Total Failure

Live performances? That’s where most genuine artists earn their real income – right? Now imagine one of these tone-deaf, AI-reliant nobodies trying to perform live. They’d crash harder than a Windows 95 machine with 13 toolbars installed. Their – creativity – vanishes the second the internet goes down. The rest of us keep producing – real – content.

Fake Creators and False Claims

Let’s be brutally honest – claiming authorship over something you didn’t create is delusional. It’s the same kind of reality-distortion you get from conspiracy theorists. Believing you made something just because AI filled in the blanks for you doesn’t make it true. Your personal version of the truth doesn’t suddenly override objective reality just because it makes you feel important.

“You’re Just Jealous!” – Please.

Of course – the defensive cries of envy will come next. – You’re just jealous! –

Spare me. I use AI too. The difference? I actually know how to use it properly. Platforms like SubmitHub even let you indicate how much your track relies on AI. I can confidently say my work doesn’t. I build full pieces – then enhance them with carefully integrated AI stems (if necessary). And if I can release a track entirely without AI (like instrumental releases) – which I often do – that’s the clearest evidence that AI isn’t the core of what I create. It’s a tool – not the artist.

Unprocessed AI Music = Digital Garbage

Almost every AI-generated track needs post-processing or the content will become worthless. Artifacts sneak in everywhere – unwanted, unnatural noise that ruins the whole composition – which has to be cleaned up and removed. And if you don’t clean that up – what you’re putting out isn’t music. It’s just noise – reminiscent of late-90s 64kbps MP3s that were compressed into oblivion just to fit onto someone’s dial-up server. It’s unlistenable. You’re not releasing a track – you’re dropping digital garbage into the void.

AI’s Weakest Link: YOU!

AI isn’t perfect – nor should it be. Or should it? The artwork I now generate for my album covers often exceeds even my own expectations. So why not the music too?

Because it’s neither a sport nor a challenge. Visuals are just another tool in my release toolbox. It’s like asking someone else to run the Vasaloppet for you – and then proudly wearing the medal for something you never actually did.

Let’s face it – AI will never be stronger than its weakest link – you. Every Suno-style track sounds nearly identical. Same rhythm. Same rhyming pattern. Same monotonous delivery, sometimes with unnatural screaming, flat intonation and rhythm-locked phrasing. If you’re not stepping in to fix that – you’re not producing music. You’re mass-producing sludge. And even if you do have listeners, they won’t be many – nor will they tolerate hearing 64kbps audio-compressed lyrics with noisy, artifact-ridden background instruments.

Even EDM Has Standards

Even in EDM – a genre known for its repetitiveness – there are structural norms that need to be followed for a track to work. You can’t just hit “generate” and hope for the best. But many still choose to release and even – sell – this unprocessed garbage. And I’ll never understand why.

Suno, for example, often misses critical structure elements like proper buildups or bridges. Entire sections get skipped or filled in with incoherent patterns that make no musical sense. Reddit and other forums are filled with frustrated creators pointing out how AI tools butcher arrangements when left unchecked. And I get it – some of those Redditors are just trying to dodge the real work themselves. When their AI junk spits out broken data, they get frustrated because they can’t fix it on their own.

Or can they?

I’m almost convinced they can’t. Because if something goes wrong – you cut those segments out of your track yourself, assuming you actually have a DAW and the knowledge to use it. I’ve been at this for quite a while now. That’s just lazy writing – as Deadpool would say.

Scriptwriters – The Lazy Writers – Pretending to Be Artists

The worst part is when the lazy writers start bragging. About what? Writing a script? Because that’s what this is – like a screenwriter handing an actor a role they can’t play themselves. What they release is junk that will always sound the same. Over and over. Relying solely on quirky lyrics and novelty isn’t going to make you a profit. It just makes you predictable.

Even worse – some of these – writers – ask for help with lyrics before they’ve even started building the actual track. So they’ve neither written the lyrics themselves, nor chosen the bassline, melody or drums. And then they jump into some vague Facebook or Reddit forum shouting “LOOK WHAT I MADE!”

Predictable isn’t art. It’s stupidity.

Regulations? Yes, some would be nice

On a related note – I’m actually quite supportive of regulation when it comes to AI-generated music. The idea that AI should be allowed to copy artists – or learn – their style doesn’t really bother me – unless that copying turns into exact reproduction of someone’s unique musical fingerprint. That’s an entirely different issue under copyright law. Personally – I wouldn’t even say I’m particularly unique in my own creations – so I’ve never felt targeted or mimicked in that sense. But I can definitely understand how that could become a serious concern for others. Besides, if someone tries to create more music in the style I enjoy, there’ll simply be more music to listen to – or even build mixtracks with.

In any case – I welcome regulation – especially the kind that leads streaming platforms to start banning AI-generated music in its rawest form. That kind of content doesn’t belong on legitimate platforms. If there’s one thing that kills both art and value – it’s these wannabe – creators – who haven’t lifted a finger to actually make anything themselves.

TITLE:
The Rise of AI Garbage in Music

DESCRIPTION:
A flood of AI-generated trash is polluting streaming platforms – and some still dare to call it music. This is a brutal reality check for wannabe creators relying on prompts instead of talent. Spoiler alert: pulling the plug ends their entire career.

CONTENT:
I’ve noticed a recent surge in the AI-mire lately – where a whole new wave of wannabe musicians proudly claim to have made music. The truth? They’ve barely lifted a finger. They generate a track using AI – slap their name on it – and dump it on streaming platforms without even processing it. And somehow, we’re supposed to take them seriously?

Table of Contents
Toggle
Streaming Platforms Fuel the ProblemReal Artists Have Nothing to Worry AboutThe Live Test: Total FailureFake Creators and False Claims“You’re Just Jealous!” – Please.Unprocessed AI Music = Digital GarbageAI's Weakest Link: YOU!Even EDM Has StandardsScriptwriters – The Lazy Writers – Pretending to Be ArtistsRegulations? Yes, some would be nice
Streaming Platforms Fuel the Problem

Let's talk about those streaming platforms for a second. Either the people managing them are completely oblivious – or they genuinely think there’s money to be made by hosting unpolished trash from people who haven't even touched an instrument. It's no wonder real musicians are reacting the way they do. And frankly – I get it.

Real Artists Have Nothing to Worry About

I absolutely understand if an artist who's poured years into their craft is now worried about being replaced by AI. And they should be allowed to react. But honestly – they won't be. In fact, they never will be. If AI disappears – so do these lazy imposters. They’re entirely dependent on prompts, platforms and algorithms to make anything happen. Pull the plug – and they've got nothing. They're just echo chambers – feeding on recycled content with no soul.

The Live Test: Total Failure

Live performances? That's where most genuine artists earn their real income – right? Now imagine one of these tone-deaf, AI-reliant nobodies trying to perform live. They'd crash harder than a Windows 95 machine with 13 toolbars installed. Their – creativity – vanishes the second the internet goes down. The rest of us keep producing – real – content.

Fake Creators and False Claims

Let's be brutally honest – claiming authorship over something you didn't create is delusional. It's the same kind of reality-distortion you get from conspiracy theorists. Believing you made something just because AI filled in the blanks for you doesn't make it true. Your personal version of the truth doesn't suddenly override objective reality just because it makes you feel important.

“You’re Just Jealous!” – Please.

Of course – the defensive cries of envy will come next. – You’re just jealous! –

Spare me. I use AI too. The difference? I actually know how to use it properly. Platforms like SubmitHub even let you indicate how much your track relies on AI. I can confidently say my work doesn't. I build full pieces – then enhance them with carefully integrated AI stems (if necessary). And if I can release a track entirely without AI (like instrumental releases) – which I often do – that's the clearest evidence that AI isn't the core of what I create. It's a tool – not the artist.

Unprocessed AI Music = Digital Garbage

Almost every AI-generated track needs post-processing or the content will become worthless. Artifacts sneak in everywhere – unwanted, unnatural noise that ruins the whole composition – which has to be cleaned up and removed. And if you don't clean that up – what you're putting out isn't music. It's just noise – reminiscent of late-90s 64kbps MP3s that were compressed into oblivion just to fit onto someone's dial-up server. It's unlistenable. You're not releasing a track – you're dropping digital garbage into the void.

AI's Weakest Link: YOU!

AI isn't perfect – nor should it be. Or should it? The artwork I now generate for my album covers often exceeds even my own expectations. So why not the music too?

Because it's neither a sport nor a challenge. Visuals are just another tool in my release toolbox. It's like asking someone else to run the Vasaloppet for you – and then proudly wearing the medal for something you never actually did.

Let's face it – AI will never be stronger than its weakest link – you. Every Suno-style track sounds nearly identical. Same rhythm. Same rhyming pattern. Same monotonous delivery, sometimes with unnatural screaming, flat intonation and rhythm-locked phrasing. If you're not stepping in to fix that – you’re not producing music. You’re mass-producing sludge. And even if you do have listeners, they won't be many – nor will they tolerate hearing 64kbps audio-compressed lyrics with noisy, artifact-ridden background instruments.

Even EDM Has Standards

Even in EDM – a genre known for its repetitiveness – there are structural norms that need to be followed for a track to work. You can’t just hit “generate” and hope for the best. But many still choose to release and even – sell – this unprocessed garbage. And I'll never understand why.

Suno, for example, often misses critical structure elements like proper buildups or bridges. Entire sections get skipped or filled in with incoherent patterns that make no musical sense. Reddit and other forums are filled with frustrated creators pointing out how AI tools butcher arrangements when left unchecked. And I get it – some of those Redditors are just trying to dodge the real work themselves. When their AI junk spits out broken data, they get frustrated because they can’t fix it on their own.

Or can they?

I’m almost convinced they can’t. Because if something goes wrong – you cut those segments out of your track yourself, assuming you actually have a DAW and the knowledge to use it. I’ve been at this for quite a while now. That’s just lazy writing – as Deadpool would say.

Scriptwriters – The Lazy Writers – Pretending to Be Artists

The worst part is when the lazy writers start bragging. About what? Writing a script? Because that's what this is – like a screenwriter handing an actor a role they can't play themselves. What they release is junk that will always sound the same. Over and over. Relying solely on quirky lyrics and novelty isn’t going to make you a profit. It just makes you predictable.

Even worse – some of these – writers – ask for help with lyrics before they've even started building the actual track. So they've neither written the lyrics themselves, nor chosen the bassline, melody or drums. And then they jump into some vague Facebook or Reddit forum shouting “LOOK WHAT I MADE!”

Predictable isn't art. It's stupidity.

Regulations? Yes, some would be nice

On a related note – I'm actually quite supportive of regulation when it comes to AI-generated music. The idea that AI should be allowed to copy artists – or learn – their style doesn't really bother me – unless that copying turns into exact reproduction of someone's unique musical fingerprint. That's an entirely different issue under copyright law. Personally – I wouldn't even say I'm particularly unique in my own creations – so I've never felt targeted or mimicked in that sense. But I can definitely understand how that could become a serious concern for others. Besides, if someone tries to create more music in the style I enjoy, there'll simply be more music to listen to – or even build mixtracks with.

In any case – I welcome regulation – especially the kind that leads streaming platforms to start banning AI-generated music in its rawest form. That kind of content doesn't belong on legitimate platforms. If there's one thing that kills both art and value – it's these wannabe – creators – who haven't lifted a finger to actually make anything themselves.

TITLE:
The Rise of AI Garbage in Music

DESCRIPTION:
A flood of AI-generated trash is polluting streaming platforms – and some still dare to call it music. This is a brutal reality check for wannabe creators relying on prompts instead of talent. Spoiler alert: pulling the plug ends their entire career.

CONTENT:
I’ve noticed a recent surge in the AI-mire lately – where a whole new wave of wannabe musicians proudly claim to have made music. The truth? They’ve barely lifted a finger. They generate a track using AI – slap their name on it – and dump it on streaming platforms without even processing it. And somehow, we’re supposed to take them seriously?

Table of Contents
Toggle
Streaming Platforms Fuel the ProblemReal Artists Have Nothing to Worry AboutThe Live Test: Total FailureFake Creators and False Claims“You’re Just Jealous!” – Please.Unprocessed AI Music = Digital GarbageAI’s Weakest Link: YOU!Even EDM Has StandardsScriptwriters – The Lazy Writers – Pretending to Be ArtistsRegulations? Yes, some would be nice
Streaming Platforms Fuel the Problem

Let’s talk about those streaming platforms for a second. Either the people managing them are completely oblivious – or they genuinely think there’s money to be made by hosting unpolished trash from people who haven’t even touched an instrument. It’s no wonder real musicians are reacting the way they do. And frankly – I get it.

Real Artists Have Nothing to Worry About

I absolutely understand if an artist who’s poured years into their craft is now worried about being replaced by AI. And they should be allowed to react. But honestly – they won’t be. In fact, they never will be. If AI disappears – so do these lazy imposters. They’re entirely dependent on prompts, platforms and algorithms to make anything happen. Pull the plug – and they’ve got nothing. They’re just echo chambers – feeding on recycled content with no soul.

The Live Test: Total Failure

Live performances? That’s where most genuine artists earn their real income – right? Now imagine one of these tone-deaf, AI-reliant nobodies trying to perform live. They’d crash harder than a Windows 95 machine with 13 toolbars installed. Their – creativity – vanishes the second the internet goes down. The rest of us keep producing – real – content.

Fake Creators and False Claims

Let’s be brutally honest – claiming authorship over something you didn’t create is delusional. It’s the same kind of reality-distortion you get from conspiracy theorists. Believing you made something just because AI filled in the blanks for you doesn’t make it true. Your personal version of the truth doesn’t suddenly override objective reality just because it makes you feel important.

“You’re Just Jealous!” – Please.

Of course – the defensive cries of envy will come next. – You’re just jealous! –

Spare me. I use AI too. The difference? I actually know how to use it properly. Platforms like SubmitHub even let you indicate how much your track relies on AI. I can confidently say my work doesn’t. I build full pieces – then enhance them with carefully integrated AI stems (if necessary). And if I can release a track entirely without AI (like instrumental releases) – which I often do – that’s the clearest evidence that AI isn’t the core of what I create. It’s a tool – not the artist.

Unprocessed AI Music = Digital Garbage

Almost every AI-generated track needs post-processing or the content will become worthless. Artifacts sneak in everywhere – unwanted, unnatural noise that ruins the whole composition – which has to be cleaned up and removed. And if you don’t clean that up – what you’re putting out isn’t music. It’s just noise – reminiscent of late-90s 64kbps MP3s that were compressed into oblivion just to fit onto someone’s dial-up server. It’s unlistenable. You’re not releasing a track – you’re dropping digital garbage into the void.

AI’s Weakest Link: YOU!

AI isn’t perfect – nor should it be. Or should it? The artwork I now generate for my album covers often exceeds even my own expectations. So why not the music too?

Because it’s neither a sport nor a challenge. Visuals are just another tool in my release toolbox. It’s like asking someone else to run the Vasaloppet for you – and then proudly wearing the medal for something you never actually did.

Let’s face it – AI will never be stronger than its weakest link – you. Every Suno-style track sounds nearly identical. Same rhythm. Same rhyming pattern. Same monotonous delivery, sometimes with unnatural screaming, flat intonation and rhythm-locked phrasing. If you’re not stepping in to fix that – you’re not producing music. You’re mass-producing sludge. And even if you do have listeners, they won’t be many – nor will they tolerate hearing 64kbps audio-compressed lyrics with noisy, artifact-ridden background instruments.

Even EDM Has Standards

Even in EDM – a genre known for its repetitiveness – there are structural norms that need to be followed for a track to work. You can’t just hit “generate” and hope for the best. But many still choose to release and even – sell – this unprocessed garbage. And I’ll never understand why.

Suno, for example, often misses critical structure elements like proper buildups or bridges. Entire sections get skipped or filled in with incoherent patterns that make no musical sense. Reddit and other forums are filled with frustrated creators pointing out how AI tools butcher arrangements when left unchecked. And I get it – some of those Redditors are just trying to dodge the real work themselves. When their AI junk spits out broken data, they get frustrated because they can’t fix it on their own.

Or can they?

I’m almost convinced they can’t. Because if something goes wrong – you cut those segments out of your track yourself, assuming you actually have a DAW and the knowledge to use it. I’ve been at this for quite a while now. That’s just lazy writing – as Deadpool would say.

Scriptwriters – The Lazy Writers – Pretending to Be Artists

The worst part is when the lazy writers start bragging. About what? Writing a script? Because that’s what this is – like a screenwriter handing an actor a role they can’t play themselves. What they release is junk that will always sound the same. Over and over. Relying solely on quirky lyrics and novelty isn’t going to make you a profit. It just makes you predictable.

Even worse – some of these – writers – ask for help with lyrics before they’ve even started building the actual track. So they’ve neither written the lyrics themselves, nor chosen the bassline, melody or drums. And then they jump into some vague Facebook or Reddit forum shouting “LOOK WHAT I MADE!”

Predictable isn’t art. It’s stupidity.

Regulations? Yes, some would be nice

On a related note – I’m actually quite supportive of regulation when it comes to AI-generated music. The idea that AI should be allowed to copy artists – or learn – their style doesn’t really bother me – unless that copying turns into exact reproduction of someone’s unique musical fingerprint. That’s an entirely different issue under copyright law. Personally – I wouldn’t even say I’m particularly unique in my own creations – so I’ve never felt targeted or mimicked in that sense. But I can definitely understand how that could become a serious concern for others. Besides, if someone tries to create more music in the style I enjoy, there’ll simply be more music to listen to – or even build mixtracks with.

In any case – I welcome regulation – especially the kind that leads streaming platforms to start banning AI-generated music in its rawest form. That kind of content doesn’t belong on legitimate platforms. If there’s one thing that kills both art and value – it’s these wannabe – creators – who haven’t lifted a finger to actually make anything themselves.