Crate 042 open · nine sides a month
Nine instrumentals a month, not ninety thousand. Every one states its gear, its sample status and exactly where a voice can sit. Then it lets you hear the gap and sing into it.
A crate is a fixed run. When the leases are gone it closes, and nothing is reissued. You are not competing with a hundred thousand uploads for the same hook.
Cleared master sample, royalty-free original, or hardware with no samples at all. Stated on the sleeve, carried into the split sheet, settled before you distribute.
One thing no marketplace will show you: whether the track leaves room for a voice. Here it is drawn on screen, between one and four kilohertz, and you can sing into it before you pay.
The bin · drag it, throw it, or use the arrows
Amber is the instrumental. Flip to the B-side and watch it pull out of the corridor. Hit record and your own voice draws in red, straight into the gap.
A crate closes when its leases run out. Nothing is restocked and nothing is reissued. The number beside each title is the real one, and it moves when someone takes a lease.
Tell it what the song is about, how you sit in a pocket, what you are afraid it will sound like. It reads the catalogue the way a shop owner would and pulls three.
Every lease drafts a split sheet with the sample position already stated. If the crate says cleared master, the certificate travels with the file.
Read before it reaches a person. It checks mix readiness, vocal space, arrangement and whether your provenance is actually stated. It will tell you to fix things.