Rap over disco breaks. The original b-boy boullaibase, born in the Bronx.

Celebrating the scene that celebrates itself

We’ve got nightmarish creepers, spellbinding jeepers, and zombie freakers … tune in if you dare

Experiments in sci-fi soul

Rockin', Poppin', and full-tiltin' until the the milk truck drags the sun up. Come boogie with us

Blending together hometown heroes & deeper cuts from our Chicago soul catalog.

Drag strip dolls and drive-in dudes.

Soul so heavy the blues bleed through

Rest your weary mind for a full REM cycle's worth of sound, eight hours of bliss to prepare you for tomorrow.

Get gone. Real gone. Three and a half hours of the wildest countrified r’n’r this side of Memphis. A treasure trove of boppers, draggers, and hip-shakers sure to get lodged somewhere between your brain and that heavy dollop of grease keeping your duck butt firm. Perfect for a drive to lover’s point, the passion pit, or just hot rodding around town with the top down.

Over the course of two decades with Stax, Motown, and dozens of other micro labels, Dale Warren’s singular sound was imprinted hundreds of songs. Our latest playlist gathers over 150 examples of his work, from Isaac Hayes to Marvin Gaye.

Welcome to Numero ’95. To begin your experience click the link in bio. When the playlist has been mounted on your machine your consciousness should be redirected to its new programming commands immediately. See you inside.

Rehearsals, demos, outtakes, these diamonds in the rough offer a glimpse behind the veil of the sacred songwriting process. Sketches is a collection of our favorite first drafts, scratches of melody on their way to becoming the next great earworm.

Walls of jangly guitars, maudlin organs, and melancholy harmonies deliver the bummer to ring in the summer.

Successful experiments in otherworldly interpretations of soul

One private press folk album to rule them all.

Numero hits from the last little while.

A hero’s quest worth of staccato synths, crack house Casios, off-brand drum machines, minimal Morricone, four-track fantasia, and a variety of other speculations on what the 1980s thought the future would sound like.

Planisphere will provide you with a fairly discernible chart for discovering both deep-sky objects or shallow emotional pulses of the cerebral cortex.

Channeling Kim Wilde grooves and Carly Simon moods.

The soundtrack to your spaghetti western dreams and backcountry schemes.

Slip into a mental shangri-la so soothing you won't realize this paradise is just a living room luau. Go wild, you tiki freaks.

For our next trick... watch us pull a funk break out of a rock song.

Now that we have Duster, Bedhead, and Codeine in the catalog, we thought it might be interesting to gather up some other loose ends into one convenient place.

We're serving up the smoothest, creamiest sounds. Featuring cocktail jazz hors d'oeuvres, a main course marinated in reverb and a sweet, salty yacht rock dessert. You're invited! (BYOB).

Waves of reverb crashing on your private beach, you can ride these bad boys for miles.

Happy Rhodes' sound is tough to pin down, so her fan club coined the term Ecto to describe it. Use our Spotify playlist as a primer.

We get it, you just got into these new age joints and have no idea where to go next. We’ve got a playlist for that.

Displaying such intense and life-dependent vocal performances you’re not sure if the singer’s about to break down crying or chase fistfuls of sleeping pills with whiskey.

Raw, three-chord fuzzbox boogie straight outta the garage (as long as you're done by dinnertime).

Black Americans served and died in disporportionate numbers in Vietnam. These are their songs: longings, protestings, homecomings.

Every Friday we upload a new digital-only record from our vault. Follow along with our progress here.

Our guide to the electric country Gram Parsons embroidered into the deserts and plains of 1970's America.

Our finest soul imports served up duty free.

Here's your chance to get acquainted with The Scientists, don't blow it kid.

"I've got your life vest right here: it's called the 80's, and it's gonna be around forever!"

Like all good things sleazy and sordid, scuzz rock came from NYC - look no further for the grimiest of guitar music.

Pre-pubescent falsettos belting out nothing but sweet sincerity with a side of sass.

Conduct your own ethnographic research in a place and time far from your reality. Hear the sounds and songs of indigenous cultures and remote civilizations you may never see with your own eyes.

Back in the day there were no jazz players worth their salt who never moonlit a strip joint. To celebrate these nighthawks, here are our favorite brass-backed burlesque bump-and-grinders.

Take a dive into the deep end of the funk pool.

Anyone can do it, so do it yourself.

Numero's picks of America's fingerpicking virtuosos.

Melding the tight tunes from marching band heydays with Caribbean reverberations, this is the guide to the neon-lit Miami Sound. From Deep City, Florida's first Black-owned label, onward.

Some of our favorite soul tracks - vocals not included.

Satanic strains from the severely stoned, post-hippie pre-metal.

Outerspace ethnographers and your local neighborhood hermits. These are the stars of outsider music.

Experience the Bowery scene before it turned into a John Varvatos boutique.

Lonesome, meditative folk from the Great Isle, for passing time in the hermitage or while gearing up to watch The Wicker Man again.

They say she was too Black for rock and too hard for soul. These are the powerful ladies who pioneered funk.

You heard here first - samples from the depths of Numero's catalog.

Hard churning and feedback fueled, these are the artists who reclaimed rock as Black.

A little Latin salsa, bossa, funk, soul, and psych stew for you, from Numero.

Ponytail pop from the ’60s. Girls in groups, in pairs, solo, or on the moon.

A guitar pop soundtrack for shopping for buttons to wear on your jacket lapels.

You know the Purple One. Get familiar with his Minneapolis neighbors on the corner of funk rock and synth pop.

American soul sounds that graced the dance floors of Northern England, with that beat guaranteed to keep you up all night every night.

Mother Earth's sirens singing moonlit songs carved from the canyon.