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Improve your entire music collection, and make every file sound great.
Audio Improvement For Your Music Collection, With One-click.
Add your files to Platinum Notes and it will process them with highest-quality audio filters to improve their volume. Every song will sound like it came from the same mastering engineer.
Available now for Windows and MacOS
Tracks created by different producers will have different loudness. Platinum Notes standardizes volume across your entire music library. It helps you sound like you have a mastering engineer who takes your DJ sets and applies mastering to them every time you play.
Even high-quality tracks can have imperfections. Platinum Notes fixes clipped peaks and heightens the contrast between quiet and loud sections.
To test it, we took 100 files purchased from Beatport. Platinum Notes fixed 1.1 million clipped peaks, changed 373 decibels of volume, and improved contrast for 100 tracks. People think that Beatport files are perfect, but they came from different labels and different people. The best way to standardize your music library is with Platinum Notes.
Once you process your music, your other DJ software will sound even better.
He looked at his screen. A new file had appeared in the folder: viewer.exe . Heart racing, he ran it. His webcam flickered on, but the feed didn't show his room. It showed a vast, red-lit server room where a hooded figure stood over a terminal. The figure reached for their jacket, slowly pulling the zipper down to reveal a badge that matched the one Elias was wearing.
As Elias scrolled, he noticed a pattern. The images were timestamped in the future. The last one, dated tomorrow at 3:15 AM, showed the exact pattern of the worn crimson rug beneath his desk.
He leaned down to inspect the rug, but as he moved, he heard a sound—the distinct, metallic zzzzip of a heavy fastener.
Elias, a digital archivist, knew he shouldn’t open it. The file size was impossible—0 bytes—yet when he clicked "Extract," the progress bar crawled for hours as if unspooling an entire universe. When it finally finished, a single red folder appeared on his desktop.
The email arrived at 3:14 AM with no subject line and a single attachment: crimson.zip .
Inside were thousands of photos, but they weren't of people or places. They were textures. Close-ups of a velvet theater curtain, the rusted hull of a sunken ship, a bruised sunset over a digital ocean. Every image was a different shade of crimson.
The figure turned. Through the grain of the low-res video, Elias saw his own eyes looking back at him from tomorrow. The "zip" wasn't just a file format; it was a seam in time he had just unfastened.
He looked at his screen. A new file had appeared in the folder: viewer.exe . Heart racing, he ran it. His webcam flickered on, but the feed didn't show his room. It showed a vast, red-lit server room where a hooded figure stood over a terminal. The figure reached for their jacket, slowly pulling the zipper down to reveal a badge that matched the one Elias was wearing.
As Elias scrolled, he noticed a pattern. The images were timestamped in the future. The last one, dated tomorrow at 3:15 AM, showed the exact pattern of the worn crimson rug beneath his desk. crimson.zip
He leaned down to inspect the rug, but as he moved, he heard a sound—the distinct, metallic zzzzip of a heavy fastener. He looked at his screen
Elias, a digital archivist, knew he shouldn’t open it. The file size was impossible—0 bytes—yet when he clicked "Extract," the progress bar crawled for hours as if unspooling an entire universe. When it finally finished, a single red folder appeared on his desktop. His webcam flickered on, but the feed didn't show his room
The email arrived at 3:14 AM with no subject line and a single attachment: crimson.zip .
Inside were thousands of photos, but they weren't of people or places. They were textures. Close-ups of a velvet theater curtain, the rusted hull of a sunken ship, a bruised sunset over a digital ocean. Every image was a different shade of crimson.
The figure turned. Through the grain of the low-res video, Elias saw his own eyes looking back at him from tomorrow. The "zip" wasn't just a file format; it was a seam in time he had just unfastened.
Available for Windows and MacOS. Download it and start processing your music right now.
