İvan Aslan Na Na | Prod. Servet Tun㧠-

"It needs more grit," Ivan muttered, his voice raspy from a long night of recording. "The kind of sound that makes you remember a dream you never actually had."

Servet nodded, his fingers dancing across the keys. With a sharp click of the mouse, the beat dropped. Na Na. İvan Aslan Na Na | Prod. Servet Tunç

He leaned over the mixing console, his eyes reflecting the jumping green levels of the monitor. Beside him, Servet Tunç—the architect of the sound—was fine-tuning a synth lead that felt like liquid gold. "It needs more grit," Ivan muttered, his voice

"Again," Ivan said, lighting a cigarette. "From the top. Let's make sure they never forget that hook." "It needs more grit