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Boarding Pass to a Planet: Mike Sain't Louis Talks Spaceships, Horizons and the Worst Cruise in Pop History
The Madrid indie alternative artist who calls himself 'the first AI singer-songwriter' explains in a Q&A why his planet GAYFOLK is always just over the horizon, and what has to be left behind on Earth before take-off
MADRID, 25 October 2026 — Most artists build a fan base. Mike Sain't Louis built a planet. The Madrid-based indie alternative artist, who presents himself as "the first AI singer-songwriter", calls his project PLANETA GAYFOLK: 273 singles and more than 280 music videos over roughly two years, plus a trilogy of albums that reads like a flight plan. He writes every lyric; the music and vocal performances are generated with artificial intelligence, which he directs as a production tool, and he does not sing. We asked him about the sky above his planet, and about the two very earthbound songs that explain why anyone would want to leave.
Plotting the course
Why a planet? Why not just a scene, or a city?
Because a city already has rules. I wanted somewhere nobody had mapped yet, where you don't have to explain yourself, defend yourself or pretend. A planet you can only see from far away, like a light on the horizon.
The trilogy reads like a voyage.
It is one. "Descubierto un nuevo planeta llamado GAYFOLK" is the discovery: someone spots it in the sky. "Ojalá se pudiera viajar a GAYFOLK" is the longing: if only you could get there. "El día de la liberación" is the arrival. Liberation day, a planet where everyone can live exactly as they are.
What does the sky look like there?
Honestly? Like the photo with this interview. Dunes, the sun going down, everything turning orange. That moment where the day is ending but it doesn't feel sad, it feels like something's about to start. GAYFOLK always lives a bit beyond that line.
What stays on Earth
Before any journey, you pack. What doesn't make it on board?
A lot of what's in my songs. Take "No puedo desenchufar este ventilador que está esparciendo mierda".
For our readers: "I Can't Unplug This Fan That's Spreading Muck."
That's the polite version, yes. It's about a coward who comes home on the last day and, like an ostrich, with a guilty face, hides in the other room so he won't have to explain himself face to face. He knows that I know everything. So he stays quiet, hoping the fan spreading all that muck won't reach his people.
And it gets worse.
It does. He'll lie once more and paint you as unhinged to cover what he is, and he'll get everyone on his side. The answers he gave when the truth came out sounded like a preschooler had dictated them. Then the chorus just repeats that title over and over, because that's what it feels like. You can't switch it off.
That's the baggage.
That's what doesn't get a seat. With professional help, I've been turning years of relationships with narcissistic partners into songs, so that people who've lived through psychological abuse feel seen and believed. Some of those songs are furious. They have to be written before you can leave.
The ship that went wrong
Your other ship is a lot less cosmic. "Croquetas en el crucero" ("Croquettes on the Cruise").
That's the ship that sank before it left port. The narrator signs up for a Mediterranean cruise picturing beaches, sun and maybe an Italian. The buffet is nothing but croquettes and bad cheese. In the pool, two loud girls are arguing about whose boyfriend is more macho.
And the captain?
The captain winks at him, offers him a drink and some cheese, and then the evacuation alarm goes off and everyone runs on deck in dressing gowns. The narrator asks whether this is a cruise or a funeral home on the high seas. "Pedí champán, me dieron calimocho." I asked for champagne and they gave me calimocho, which is red wine with cola.
Is that the anti-GAYFOLK?
It's the trip you take when you haven't found your planet yet. You want a horizon and you get a buffet. I love that song because the joke is so specific. A tool can make something sound festive, but it doesn't know what calimocho means in Spain or why it's funny when you ordered champagne. That's mine.
Horizons in another language
You write in Spanish, English, French and Portuguese. Does the planet change with the language?
The view changes, the destination doesn't. In Spanish I name names. In English I leave more space. Either way, it's the same journey.
Many people found you through "Tan Cateto" going viral on TikTok in 2024. What should they listen to next?
The trilogy, in order. Then whatever ship you need.
Why Australians might feel at home
Australia knows something about long horizons, coastlines that never end and the pull of the next journey, and about camp as a serious art: few countries have taken glitter and humour to heart quite so publicly. Mike Sain't Louis's catalogue, which runs from electropop and copla to alternative pop and ballads, offers Australian listeners a queer, uncensored and very funny Spanish-language take on escape.
Listen and download
Both songs, the trilogy and the full catalogue are free to stream and download at https://mikesaintlouis.com, each with its lyrics. The music is also available on Spotify, Deezer and the main streaming platforms.
About Mike Sain't Louis
Mike Sain't Louis is a Madrid indie alternative artist who uses the title "the first AI singer-songwriter". He is lyricist, composer, music producer, artistic director and CEO of MIKE SAIN'T LOUIS, his independent label, with no intermediaries between him and his listeners. He writes the words and directs AI-generated sound to build PLANETA GAYFOLK, a free catalogue charting a voyage toward a planet of freedom.
Media Contact
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