Rolling Loud Orlando just wrapped and the conversation online split the same way it always does. Half the crowd saying the festival went back to its roots, the other half just now realizing how deep the new wave actually runs. Both sides naming the same handful of artists. Truth is, by the time you're getting booked for a festival that size, you already have major backing behind you. Some artists get forced into the cycle and manufactured into a moment. Others just resonate and slide through on their own. The underground has always had its own ecosystem and right now, somewhere up north in Hartford, CT, that ecosystem is boiling. Artist manager @jryc0 has been consistently breaking artists into the conversation from that area. Today the focus lands on STARMARSII. Star Till Death is a mixtape Marsii put together as a buffer between his current work and an album he's been building for two years. Most of the songs were born during that album process. Darker moods, different energy. Instead of letting them sit, he organized them into something intentional. No two songs sound alike. The features were handpicked. And the transitions, every intro and outro between tracks, were handled by one person he trusts completely, Dillon Mosca. He doesn't send music out to almost anyone. Not even his manager gets the full project until Marsii is satisfied. When it's done, it's done.

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"I'm a lot less patient and I wanted that to show."
He's 23. 2026 has been chaotic by his own account. That impatience is in the music. The intro comes in sounding like what a lot of recent stars aimed for and couldn't land. Star or Nothing, No Freemason, Bahamut, Direwolves are standouts but this is a project you have to experience for yourself. The outro solidifies his place in the conversation. The reception has been positive enough that a deluxe is already in progress. Star Till Death: Rebirth is coming. The album, the one this project was always buffering, is essentially done. It's only a matter of when.

The wave Marsii has built is his own. Nobody out here sounds like this. When it reaches, it reaches on its own terms.

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