The tempo is powerful, the vocals are melodic, and the sound is of high quality and well-produced.

Amazing music yessss 🇨🇭✌️👌❤️😀🫡🇨🇭

Through The Void

No One Hears Us Anyway

Drift Me Closer

Danser toute la nuit
Les lumières de la ville brillent si fort (Ooh, ouais !)
Rêves de néon Nuit électrique (Ooh, oh !)

Neon Nights

Nova Rayne I.

Suki Mirage II.

Amahle Vee III.

A.Y.O.B.A.I - All Night Spiral(Original Mix)

A.Y.O.B.A.I - All Night High(Original Mix)

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Loop of Me — a cinematic cyberpunk techno piece by ZEMANDAN.

A mix of dark techno, glitchwave and hybrid orchestral electronica, infused with ZEMANDAN precision.

🎛️ Produced, written & performed by ZEMANDAN
⚡ Genre: Electronic / Cyberpunk / Cinematic Techno
🌀 “Three of me watched the same scene burn…”

Lyrics:


Three of me watched the same scene burn, 
one asleep, one awake, one recording
Smoke curls like questions that never stop forming
The skyline shivers, folding into itself
Every scream loops back, stitched into velvet hell

Mirrors reflect a thousand me
Each blink rewinds, resets the debris
Corridors twist like a tongue I can’t speak
Time collapses, drips down the walls of my cheek

I'm on fire to witness the echo
I float above, observing my own panic
Counting degrees of terror while the world spins manic
Shadows whisper secrets in a language I almost know
Each heartbeat echoes, fast then slow
A carousel of faces, mine yet not
Fingers trace fire on walls that rot
I reach for meaning, it dissolves in mist

Every step forward is already missed

Mirrors reflect a thousand me
Each blink rewinds, resets the debris
Corridors twist like a tongue I can’t speak
Time collapses, drips down the walls of my cheek

Three of me, always watching, always burning
One asleep, one awake, one forever learning
Reflections fracture into infinite lies
Bound to the loop where all silence cries

Loop of Me

“Going Down” hits like a sweaty flashback from a 90s basement club. Smoke, strobe lights, and madness on repeat. Built from distorted basslines, breakneck drums and relentless Zemandan energy, it’s both hypnotic and human - a fever dream inside a wet blanket of Drum @nd  Bass
Enjoy!


Going Down


PROJECT Drft2. 
Experiment 🧪

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Cascada-What Hurts The Most  (Vela-Pulsar Remix)

A glen of whispers calls my name 
Mist rolls soft A lover's claim 
Your eyes A storm A wild refrain 

Shaken not stirred My heart it sways 
Like the heather in the highland haze 
Shaken not stirred Your love’s my blaze  

The loch reflects a silver moon 
A Highland tune It hums It croons 
Your touch A fire A sweet monsoon  

Ooh aye The world’s a dram to sip 
Your smile The glass I long to grip 
With every kiss My heart does flip  

Shaken not stirred My heart it sways 
Like the heather in the highland haze 
Shaken not stirred Your love’s my blaze  

Forever’s ceilidh We’ll twirl We’ll spin 
A love as bold as the Highland wind 
Shaken not stirred Let life begin

Sometimes Shaken. Never Stirred .mp3

♤● A.Y.O.B.A.I ○♧

Starring The Beautiful Talented Trio:

Nova Knight I. 《¿》

Destiny Bass II. 《♡》

Amiie Dark III. 《☆》

"ETERNAL FREQUENCY"

ACT I – QUEENS ON THE DECKS

A.Y.O.B.A.I — 3 Women who turn nightlife into Cosmic Ritual.

Nova Knight – The leader. A poetic fierce Latina DJ that brings the crowd together with her Filthy Underground sound. Her sets are pure emotion sculpted into light in the night as the crowd dances till 6 in the morning.

Destiny Bass – A mysterious Korean female Vocalist & DJ. She is mysterious with her Heavy Dark House Metal set in the Denver nightlife scene.

Amiie Dark – A British goddess who blends Underground Electric Minimal Melbourne House sets in the packed shows every night.

Every night, they electrify cities — from Denver rooftops to Melbourne warehouses. The crowds don’t just dance; they ascend. Lights pulse like galaxies, and for a few hours, everyone forgets who they are.

They call their world tour “The Ascension.” And it’s not just music — It’s Audio Alchemy.

ACT II – THE NIGHT THAT NEVER ENDS

In L.A, their biggest show yet. The stage floats over a sea of neon bodies, fog rolling like cosmic mist. The bass hits 120 decibels — it shakes hearts, bones, even the walls of reality.

During the final mix — “3Sixxx9” — Nova feels something strange. The lights stutter. The visuals twist into infinite spirals. The crowd blurs into silhouettes of energy, not people.

Aiime glances at her — her eyes glowing with a fractal reflection. Destiny's hands move like liquid metal over the turntables.

Then — boom. A white flash.
The music cuts.

When Nova blinks, the crowd is gone.
The lights are dim.
And her friends — Destiny and Aiime — have vanished— 

ACT III – THE AFTERECHO

Nova stumbles off the stage.
“Hello?!” she screams into the empty club.

Echoes answer — warped versions of her own voice.
The speakers hum with a low tone, like the Earth itself breathing.

She looks down — her hands flicker, glitching.
Was this real?
Was it the acid trip they all took before the show?
Did she slip into a permatrip — her mind looping inside a hallucination?

Flashes of memory assault her:

A hospital light.

Monitors beeping.

Her body motionless on a bed.

Someone whispering, “She’s not waking up…”

Nova gasps. “Am I… dead?”

She runs through the corridors of the club — but each door opens into another version of the same room. The DJ booth. The lights. The silence.

ACT IV – DIMENSIONS IN SOUND

Every time she plays a new track, reality shifts.
When she drops a beat, stars form around her.
When she scratches the vinyl, galaxies tear open.

She realizes the club has become a cosmic nexus, built from her mind — and the music is the only thing holding it together.

She sees ghostly silhouettes of Aiime and Destiny in the lights — flickering like echoes of past frequencies.
Their voices whisper through reverb:

> “You never came back, Nova. We’re still waiting. Play the last song.”

ACT V – THE FINAL TRACK

With trembling hands, Nova loads her last record — one she doesn’t remember creating.

It’s titled: “Can't Hear You Scream.”

As it spins, the sound grows unbearable — a mix of her heartbeat and the universe collapsing.

Reality peels away.
Flashes of hospital machines.
Crowds screaming.
News headlines:

> “Two DJs Missing After Festival Explosion.”
“Nova Knight is in Critical Condition.”

A tear runs down her cheek.
“Was it all just… a dream?”

A faint voice answers —
“Dreams are just other frequencies, Nova.”

The lights fade into white.

In a hospital bed, Nova’s eyes flutter. Machines beep steadily.
Doctors rush in, she says.

“Turn it up Three SIx Nine…”

Then, a faint beat begins on the heart monitor. She rips the ivy out of her arm and then sits up, and just as she is about to run, 2 guys walk into the emergency room and introduce themselves as 

CROOKLYN 369

They tell her to get ready she is scheduled to headline in Vegas in 6hrs. 

She says to them.

“If this is a dream… don’t wake me up."

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