Disco balls don’t spin — they orbit.
Silver Honey isn’t from here. They chase the sounds of the future, collecting frequencies across galaxies to create cosmic dance music that moves the body and expands the mind. Earth is just now catching up.
If you found this while floating in cyberspace, it was meant for you. SOLAR.
Debut Album “WAKING SLEEP” Out Now
An electrifying journey through electro-disco, funk-rock, dance-pop, house, synthpop, and techno, Silver Honey’s first full-length release channels the spirit of Daft Punk, Justice, LCD Soundsystem, and Chromeo, while carving a sound that’s entirely their own.
📀 Genre: Electro-Disco, Funk, Synthpop, Futuristic Dance, House, Techno, Dance-Rock, Electronic Pop, Cyber-Funk, Space Disco
✨ Transmitting frequencies from the stars to Earth.
Futuristic dance anthems
Retro-funk vibes with a sci-fi twist
Intergalactic transmissions
Experimental soundscapes for star travelers
Synth-heavy grooves for the next dimension
THE BAND
Space Cowboy
Raised on rust, spaghetti westerns, and the sounds of a dead planet, Space Cowboy is the intergalactic bastard child of Bowie and Bukowski — on a sonic rampage to shake the stars awake.
With stunner shades and stardust dreams, he’s not just singing… he’s rewriting fate in stereo.
J
J was born to a planet of witches and whispers, carved from the echo of a stillborn star. Some souls are born sideways, humming old magic through the cracks — J crawled out of the womb carrying her dead sister’s shadow and a song that splits time.
They say J was stitched together by grief and old god lies, handed a cursed guitar and told to find her fate in feedback — and by god, she did.
Rupert “Zee” Bear
Zee doesn’t talk much, but his basslines confess everything. He’s a cosmic empath with a resting apocalypse face and a heart tuned to low frequencies.
All fur, funk, and freaky frequencies — a groove-soaked wildling from Planet 6.12, he’s the kind of bear who talks to trees, tunes his strings to dreams, and channels the Funk Force like a priest on a bad trip and a holy mission.
Pulled through a dream vortex and baptized in basslines… he speaks few words, but when he plays, the Funk Force listens.
K.Y.D.
Born from junkyard dreams and a dying genius’s final breath, this glitchy drum-prophet bangs out breakbeats coded in grief, joy, and neon soul. K.Y.D. is a robot chasing humanity, one snare hit at a time.
Some say he’s just wires and whirring — but don’t listen. K.Y.D. bleeds green lightning and drums like he’s trying to wake the gods from a bad trip on the edge of time. You’ve never seen heartbreak until you’ve watched a glitchy, neon-lit robot try to play joy like it’s a memory he never had.
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