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Steve Rocks carves out a world where retro glitches and future dreams collide. His music feels like a warped VHS tape playing in a neon-lit basement—gritty, glamorous, and emotionally volatile. Think grunge-born angst, refracted through synths, breakbeats and static.
Once a fixture of the dance floor, Steve now pens an urban Exodus—a soundtrack for commuters who fantasize about breaking free. His lyrics cut like diary entries; his beats twist through electronic rock, trap, synth-pop, disco, funk and old-school C-drama nostalgia.
He calls himself a Rock DJ, but don’t get it twisted—he’s not mixing genres, he’s mutating them.
Once a fixture of the dance floor, Steve now pens an urban Exodus—a soundtrack for commuters who fantasize about breaking free. His lyrics cut like diary entries; his beats twist through electronic rock, trap, synth-pop, disco, funk and old-school C-drama nostalgia.
He calls himself a Rock DJ, but don’t get it twisted—he’s not mixing genres, he’s mutating them.