Laszlo Van Leeuwen Unveils Dual EP Release: When Lions Awaken & Letters To My Love
South Africa – International recording artist and producer Laszlo Van Leeuwen announces the release of two deeply personal EPs, When Lions Awaken and Letters To My Love; a d
Jungle Boy Lyrics
VERSE 1: Man, there’s a place where all my dreams All feel closer than they seem On a regular day When it’s just about getting my pay On my tongue, I taste that green I got tha
From Heaven to Hell: the Artist who Escaped The Matrix & Embraced the Jungle
In the heart of a world grappling with a pandemic’s grip, one individual in particular stood at a crossroads of immense change. It was the time when face masks first concealed sm
Laszlo drops ‘P3rs0na’ alias
In the ever-evolving world of art and music, artists often find themselves exploring different identities and personas to express their creativity. One such artist, known as Laszlo
Chapter 12: The Name I Was Born With
By now, I had lost everything I once used to define myself. My sound.My memories.My body.My past. Even the names I had worn along the way had fallen away. LVL.Bazix.Cicatrixx.Perso
Chapter 11: Shelter
Coming back from war with the parasite from paradise was like waking up inside a new body. Same skin — but different wiring. I was thinner. Scarred. But clear. The illusions had
Chapter 10: The Parasite from Paradise
It started as an itch. Just a small red bump on my leg — easy to ignore in the jungle. Mosquito? Spider? Didn’t think much of it. Until it didn’t go away. Until it started gr
Chapter 9: The Jungle Dream
Once the groundwork was laid — the inner structure, the system, the solitude — it became clear: I didn’t want to just live in the world. I wanted to live with it. The cities
Chapter 8: The Inner Alchemist
I emerged from the jungle carrying silence. Not emptiness — but a kind of vibrating stillness I couldn’t explain. It followed me. Not in my thoughts — beneath them. The cerem
Chapter 7: Shamanic Code & Jungle Bones
Peru called to me like a memory I hadn’t made yet, as the voice of a mistress beckoning for me to find her. After the mushroom gate cracked my identity open, I wasn’t looking f
