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Right then, let’s talk about MYLEZ and the new single "Open Your Eyes". This track landed like a late-night text message you know you shouldn’t read but absolutely will – a compulsive throb of House music underpinning a familiar, aching plea. MYLEZ, apparently shaping sounds since the tender age of 13 up in Ter Apelkanaal, lays out a narrative here that’s raw around the edges: the slow, awful drift when one person’s love seems to have clocked out while the other is still desperately watering a plastic plant. https://open.spotify.com/track/55YGt2BWz9saprxp3cJ8kP The beat is steady, insistent, almost relentlessly optimistic in that classic House fashion. But underneath? Oh, it's the sound of someone hammering politely on a locked door, knowing full well the person inside might just be pretending not to hear. The lyrics paint this picture of emotional quicksand, that feeling of being utterly cemented in place while the object of your devotion sails blithely on. It's this strange friction – the desire to move, maybe even dance, trapped inside the paralysis of hoping this specific person will suddenly turn around. Listening, I got this peculiar flash – remembered seeing a documentary about those intricate Dutch floral clocks, marvels of precision, everything moving in perfect, preordained time. "Open Your Eyes" feels like wanting to smash that clock, or at least plead with one of the little wooden figures to look at you, just once, breaking the mechanism. There's a desperate focus here, a rejection of any other potential connection, clinging solely to this one flickering hope. It’s dedication bordering on… well, something exhausting. The production is clean, the energy undeniable for the genre, but it's that core message – the stark vulnerability of wanting to be seen by eyes that seem resolutely shut – that sticks. It’s less a call to the dance floor and more the soundtrack to pacing your apartment at 3 AM. Does setting such heartache to a beat somehow make it bearable, or does it just highlight the awful silence waiting when the track ends? Twitter(X), YouTube, Instagram, TikTok

Relentless Beat, Raw Emotion: MYLEZ - "Open Your Eyes" Right then, let’s talk about MYLEZ and the new single "Open Your Eyes". This track landed like a late-night text message you know you shouldn’t read but absolutely will – a compulsive throb of House music underpinning a familiar, aching plea. MYLEZ, apparently shaping sounds since the tender age of 13 up in Ter Apelkanaal, lays out a narrative here that’s raw around the edges: the slow, awful drift when one person’s love seems to have clocked out while the other is still desperately watering a plastic plant. https://open.spotify.com/track/55YGt2BWz9saprxp3cJ8kP The beat is steady, insistent, almost relentlessly optimistic in that classic House fashion. But underneath? Oh, it's the sound of someone hammering politely on a locked door, knowing full well the person inside might just be pretending not to hear. The lyrics paint this picture of emotional quicksand, that feeling of being utterly cemented in place while the object of your devotion sails blithely on. It's this strange friction – the desire to move, maybe even dance, trapped inside the paralysis of hoping this specific person will suddenly turn around. [caption id="attachment_59786" align="alignnone" width="768"] Relentless Beat, Raw Emotion: MYLEZ - "Open Your Eyes"[/caption] Listening, I got this peculiar flash – remembered seeing a documentary about those intricate Dutch floral clocks, marvels of precision, everything moving in perfect, preordained time. "Open Your Eyes" feels like wanting to smash that clock, or at least plead with one of the little wooden figures to look at you, just once, breaking the mechanism. There's a desperate focus here, a rejection of any other potential connection, clinging solely to this one flickering hope. It’s dedication bordering on… well, something exhausting. The production is clean, the energy undeniable for the genre, but it's that core message – the stark vulnerability of wanting to be seen by eyes that seem resolutely shut – that sticks. It’s less a call to the dance floor and more the soundtrack to pacing your apartment at 3 AM. Does setting such heartache to a beat somehow make it bearable, or does it just highlight the awful silence waiting when the track ends? Twitter(X), YouTube, Instagram, TikTok