2077 Full Playlist

Lo-fi, crackling pirate radio transmission announcing a secret punk tour, Female voice (raspy, low, determined) struggles to cut through layers of background noise: distant hum, distorted interference, faint crowd murmur, Some words are partially obscured by static, as if the broadcast is being jammed, Delivery feels urgent and rebellious, like a smuggled message that might be cut off at any second

Slow, stripped-down acoustic folk with a deep, gritty male vocal, Minimalist fingerpicking on a worn guitar, steady tempo with raw presence, The voice carries weight, age, and quiet defiance — low, steady, as if singing through dust and smoke, No background vocals, no gloss, Just one man, one mic, and a truth that tastes like iron

Cyberpunk spoken word performance in the style of a secret underground radio broadcast, Female voice (Marlow style) — low, tired, slightly raspy, with moments of sharp defiance, Background is gritty and atmospheric: distant bass rumble, faint sirens, neon buzz, mic crackle, and occasional crowd chants bleeding in from somewhere far away, Minimal synth drones and industrial textures under the voice, Keep it raw, imperfect, and immersive — as if recorded illegally in a back alley studio, with occasional distortion bursts and volume dips, Ends abruptly, like the transmission was cut

Raw, chaotic live punk/garage performance recorded on worn, low-quality equipment, Female lead vocals (raspy, aggressive, with some off-mic shouts), Overdriven guitars, heavy bass, loose and crashing drums, The audio should feel like an old VHS concert tape — slightly muffled, with dropouts, warble, and tape hiss, Occasional crowd noise bleeding through, faint mic pops, and moments where the sound overloads, Imperfect and alive, as if the tape was smuggled out from a forbidden gig

Gritty, emotional live garage rock performance with female lead vocals (raspy, defiant, with moments of vulnerability), Overdriven guitars with raw, loose riffs, walking bass with a dirty edge, and drums that swing between swagger and urgency, Recorded in a secret, dimly lit backroom club in the year 2077, with muffled crowd noise, clapping, and occasional shouts from the audience, Imperfect and chaotic – slight mic pops, amp hum, and feedback squeals between lines, Occasional whispered backing vocals (female) adding ghostly echoes during the bridge, Extended instrumental sections with audience energy rising before each chorus

Raw, high-energy live punk/garage performance in a packed underground basement venue, Female lead vocals (raspy, defiant, with intimate spoken asides), Overdriven guitars, gritty bass, loose but powerful drums, The track opens with 10–15 seconds of minimal electronic beat and synth bass, as if from another song playing in the room, then cuts abruptly into radio-like interference and muffled chatter, before the live band kicks in, Room sounds: crowd noise, clinking bottles, shuffling feet, Imperfect and chaotic — amp hum, mic pops, and feedback squeals, Gang shouts from the crowd on key words

Slow, Stripped-Down Acoustic Ballad With A Haunted Edge, Fingerpicked Acoustic Guitar, Raw Wooden Tone With Subtle Fret Noise, Sparse Bass Notes For Weight, Occasional Percussive Knocks On The Guitar Body To Echo Industrial Beats, Marlow Sings In A Low, Raspy Female Voice With Fragile Intensity, Swedish Accent Trace, Vocals Recorded Close-Mic’d, Almost Whisper-Intimate, Breaking Into Strained Highs In The Chorus, Add Faint Background Ambience Of Distorted Echoes And Reversed Reverb Tails, Like Ghosted Remnants Of The Glitch World, No Polish, Lo-Fi Tape Warmth, The Feeling Of Cyberpunk Decay Remembered Through One Voice And One Guitar, Tempo ~70-75 Bpm

Warm but gritty live rock performance with a subtle dance groove, Female lead vocals (raspy, soulful, with playful edge), Overdriven guitars, steady bassline with swing, and drums with a laid-back but powerful pulse, Recorded in an old warehouse with flickering lights, creaking floorboards, and a lively, singing-along crowd, Room sounds: stomping feet, occasional whistles, and the rumble of the wooden stage, Imperfect and alive

Raw live punk/garage performance with female lead vocals (raspy, intimate, sometimes breaking), Sound feels like a smuggled, damaged memory file — occasional dropouts, glitch stutters, and echo fragments, Overdriven guitars, gritty bass, loose drums, Background crowd noise, laughter, applause, and faint talking bleed into the recording, Some sections cut abruptly or repeat unnaturally, like a skipping CD, Imperfect, chaotic, and emotional

Cyberpunk 2077 industrial rock anthem, Female lead vocals (gritty, defiant, powerful) with call-and-response gang shouts, Vocals occasionally glitch, distort, and break through static as if transmitted over a failing radio signal, Heavy mechanical drums, distorted bass, glitching synth arps, and searing electric guitar accents, Futuristic neon city ambience with sirens, static bursts, and metallic impacts, Intense, rebellious, and high-energy — like a pirate broadcast in the middle of a street riot under holographic billboards

Explosive live punk/garage rock performance with female lead vocals (raspy, aggressive, full of defiance), The setting is an illegal music battle in a massive industrial arena, originally meant for corporate-controlled shows, The crowd is loud and chaotic — shouting, stomping, chanting — reacting to every lyric, The music alternates between aggressive, high-speed bursts and sudden, tense slow-downs like a gladiator fight, Metallic sound effects and heavy reverb from the vast space, Occasional feedback squeals, mic pops, and clashes of metal as the scene descends into riot energy, The band plays like they’re tearing down the system in real time

Minimal, slow cyberpunk ballad with a rebellious edge, Female lead vocals (emotional, raw, Marlow style) with spoken intro and outro, A deep, steady heartbeat pulse runs through the entire track, sometimes irregular on key moments, Sparse, icy guitar notes, low humming bass, and soft but unsettling synth drones, Occasional bursts of distorted noise, as if the signal is breaking, Vocals are close and intimate, with sudden flashes of grit on certain lines, Atmosphere feels tense, fragile, and clandestine – like a transmission breaking through an algorithm-controlled network

Steampunk-inspired rock cover, [Marlow: Female lead] vocals, raw and dynamic with live club chaos, [Dirty electric guitars, warm bass, pounding drums, occasional hiss of steam and industrial clanks], [Crowd noise between sections, with Marlow speaking to the audience], [Loose, gritty live feel with natural room reverb], [Energy builds through the verses and explodes in the choruses]

A raw live garage rock cover, Distorted guitars, sloppy but powerful drums, buzzing amps and mic feedback, Female lead vocal (Marlow) shouted and gritty, half-snarled, half-sung, Crowd noise bleeding in, beer bottles clinking, chaotic but alive, Messy gang shouts from the band in the choruses, The performance should feel unpolished, sweaty, and loud, like a basement show about to collapse

A raw and chaotic live garage punk performance, Distorted guitars, sloppy but powerful drums, gritty female lead vocal (Marlow) shouted with rage and frustration, The band suddenly cuts off after the first verse, leaving amp hum and silence, as Marlow spits a furious spoken outburst: “Neon… static… fuck this! No—this ain’t working, This whole thing’s gone to hell… we’re drowning in neon and static bullshit!” After that, the band crashes back in louder and messier, with pounding drums and feedback, Gang vocals from the band and crowd in the choruses, Lo-fi, unpolished, chaotic but alive, ‑No studio polish, ‑no autotune, ‑no clean pop sound, ‑no EDM synths, ‑no glossy production, ‑no perfect timing

A raw and broken live piano ballad, Female lead vocal (Marlow), fragile and weary, sometimes cracking, almost spoken at times, The piano should sound damaged and uneven: buzzing strings, clunky sustain pedal, off-key chords, Room noise and mic bleed present, Crowd ambience low in the background, with a few scattered cheers, The performance should feel intimate, confessional, like one of the last love songs before even heartbreak was automated by algorithms, Lo-fi imperfections welcome, tape hiss, pedal noise, uneven timing

A dark, raw garage-punk anthem with societal critique, Distorted guitars, pounding live drums, gritty female lead vocal (Marlow) snarled and shouted with fury, Gang vocals from the band in the choruses, Broken piano chords and amp feedback bleed into the mix, The song should feel like a protest shouted from the ruins — unpolished, loud, lo-fi, and chaotic but alive, ‑No studio polish, ‑no autotune, ‑no clean pop rock, ‑no glossy production, ‑no soft ballad style, ‑no EDM, ‑Keep it raw, ‑dirty, ‑imperfect

A trashed live garage rock cover of an instrumental cyber-chant, Distorted guitars crashing in chaotic, off-time rhythms, sloppy drums pounding raw, feedback squealing, The performance should sound unpolished, noisy, lo-fi, and out of control, like a basement band tearing apart a sacred ritual with punk energy, Female voice (Marlow) only in the spoken intro, then pure instrumental chaos with guitars, bass, and drums drowning out any structure

Lo-fi distorted ballad, short form, Distorted guitar played softly, leaving space between chords for melody to linger, Female vocals (Marlow) are fragile, whispered but run through slight distortion, cracked and imperfect, Both voice and guitar carry a lo-fi, broken tape feel, No drums, no polish, Just voice, guitar, and silence, Occasional feedback hum, tape hiss, and melodic fragments between verses, The sound is raw, intimate, and unsteady — like a memory half-erased, ‑No polished ballad production, ‑no clean acoustic guitar, ‑no lush reverb layers, ‑no cinematic build, ‑Avoid big studio vocals, ‑synth pads, ‑or orchestration, ‑Keep it short, ‑lo-fi, ‑and imperfect, ‑with dis

A venomous satirical folk-punk manifesto, Stripped down acoustic guitars strummed hard, fiddle lines cutting raw and sharp, stomping percussion on wood and floorboards, Female lead vocal (Marlow) delivers every line like a blade — clipped, urgent, defiant, Verses are dry and biting, choruses explode with ragged gang shouts and tape-saturated fury, The bridge turns venomous, half-spoken and stark, voice cracking over silence before the band kicks back in, Lo-fi room noise, mic bleed, and imperfections welcome

Slow, stripped-down acoustic folk with a deep, gritty male vocal, Minimalist fingerpicking on a worn guitar, steady tempo with raw presence, The voice carries weight, age, and quiet defiance — low, steady, as if singing through dust and smoke, No background vocals, no gloss, Just one man, one mic, and a truth that tastes like iron

Live Cyberpunk Punk Rock Anthem – distorted guitars, heavy bass, industrial drum reverb, Female lead vocal (Marlow) – raspy, raw, melodic but defiant, Crowd chanting and singalong choruses, Male spoken word in verse 2 (Kane), Background whispers from Echo in the bridge, Mix of neon-drenched punk energy and dystopian atmosphere, Lots of feedback, distortion, imperfect but powerful, ‑No pop polish, ‑no EDM beats, ‑no clean studio mix, ‑Avoid autotune, ‑gloss, ‑or soft indie, ‑Keep it raw, ‑live, ‑distorted, ‑cyberpunk-punk energy with heavy feedback and crowd noise

Slow, stripped-down acoustic folk with a deep, gritty male vocal, Minimalist fingerpicking on a worn guitar, steady tempo with raw presence, The voice carries weight, age, and quiet defiance — low, steady, as if singing through dust and smoke, No background vocals, no gloss, Just one man, one mic, and a truth that tastes like iron

Slow, stripped-down acoustic folk with a deep, gritty male vocal, Minimalist fingerpicking on a worn guitar, steady tempo with raw presence, The voice carries weight, age, and quiet defiance — low, steady, as if singing through dust and smoke, No background vocals, no gloss, Just one man, one mic, and a truth that tastes like iron

Live Spanish Cyberpunk Punk Performance In A Small Underground Club, Female Lead Vocal (Marlow) – Starts With Fragile Whispered Spoken Intro In Spanish, Then Explodes Into Raw, Raspy Shouted Punk Verses, Crowd Noise, Shouts, And Chaotic Energy Throughout, Distorted Guitars Enter After The First Verse, Drums Chaotic But Driving, Lo-Fi, Analog Tape Feel – Imperfect, Saturated, Full Of Feedback And Sweat, Transitions From Calm To Collapse, With Marlow’s Voice Burning At The Edge, Audience Reacts With Cheers And Roars Between Sections

Spoken word recording, Female voice (Echo) — low, tired, slightly ironic tone, Begin with a deep sigh, Delivery slow, confessional, with pauses and small chuckles, Very minimal background: faint tape hiss or subtle room hum, but otherwise silence, Words spoken clearly, with emphasis on the name “Bob” so it sounds like the proper name, The mood is weary, half humorous, half serious, as if recorded late at night in a smoky room, ‑singing, ‑melody, ‑fast tempo, ‑upbeat, ‑rap, ‑polished studio, ‑orchestral, ‑cinematic score, ‑pop production, ‑heavy background music, ‑autotune

After a bried talking stupid and ironic intro, track esplodes in a explosive drum and bass punk kicks off with relentless ed explosive breakbeats and heavily distorted explosive 8-bit samples, Verses drive a jagged descending chord progression with punk guitars, pulsing bass, and glitchy electro fills, Aggressive, yelling ale-style vocals punch through, heightening the track's chaotic and explosive energy, Explosive, Boom