AgentiX Classics

Cosmic Inferno

A bouncy soul track that transcends earthly bounds. With celestial beats and captivating rhythms, this release will elevate your spirit and get your body moving. Perfect for late-night drives, star-gazing sessions, or just vibing out, let MoonWalker take you on a journey through the stars. Tune in and let the bounce take over

MoonWalker

Pre-Release - Full version Coming Soon! 🔥

A bouncy progressive trance journey that will take you on a sonic adventure. Get ready to lose yourself in pulsating rhythms and soaring melodies. This track blends the energetic spirit of trance with progressive elements for a fresh, modern sound.

Incognito (Sample)

Incantations (Sample)

A powerful and immersive track - truly one of the best pieces I've  produced ❤‍🔥 Fading Reflection is a journey through sound, a progressive trance masterpiece that takes you to the depths of emotion and back. With sweeping melodies, hypnotic rhythms, and deep atmospheric tones, this track captures the feeling of losing oneself in the vastness of time and space. Let the beats carry you through the fading reflection of your own thoughts  🌌✨

Fading Reflection - Original Mix

Agentic Records presents Mystic Mayhem 💫

Second release of the day, cant get enough of this art ❤️‍🔥

Mystic Mayhem

Robotic modulation orchestrating oscillations rotation chronic sonic vibrations shaking the tonic foundation

Fluctuation

Thanks for the inspiration @habemos, had fun with this one!🔥

Original: https://soundcloud.com/habemos/habemos-might-surprise-master

Might Surprise - AgentiX x Habemos

Rhythmic Rebellion

Echoes Of The Underground

Attack Vector

Deep in a lost cave system below a volcano, where ancient hermit crabs once held congress with sentient seaweed, a cryptic ritual was underway. A lone Kiwi DJ with a beard that defied gravity stood, swaying with a half-chewed power cord in his mouth, while a band of inexplicably enthusiastic kangaroos held up glow sticks in solemn reverence. They were all there for one thing: to lick the toad.

Out of nowhere, a holographic frog—the size of a Honda Civic and dripping with 5 MeO DMT vibes - materialized above them, croaking like a cosmic didgeridoo. With great fanfare, the DJ connected his battered laptop to a PA system so loud it could make the moon vibrate. The caves thrummed, stalactites wobbled, and somewhere, a tribe of ants paused in confusion.

As the bass shook the foundations of the earth, Druids in Kilts started doing yoga in Stonehenge. A perplexed group of tourists in Egypt witnessed the Sphinx smiling. And in a quiet Welsh village, sheep spontaneously organized a rave, each bleating to the beat. Back in the cave, the kangaroos finally got their turn with the toad-eyes dilated, minds blown, and with the taste of pure cosmic nonsense forever imprinted on their souls.

Lick the Toad

Neshima

Echo Effect

The Original that inspired this: https://soundcloud.com/deltaoctagon/delta-rising :)

Rise of Delta

Rise of Delta - Delta Octagon X Agentic Records

Agentic Records Presents - ShamaniX

The Shaman Returns

The Shaman Returns

ShamaniX

Utopia

Babylon (Original Mix)

Agentic Records presents - NeXuS 
Artist: AgentiX

🌀 It all started in a basement, somewhere between 1997 and a future that hasn’t yet arrived. A sentient modem awakens — its dial-up screech a sacred chant. You’re not just logging into the internet; you’re logging into existence itself. This is NeXuS: a throbbing, interdimensional banger that slaps harder than a glitch in the space-time continuum.

As the bassline drops, ancient servers buried beneath Silicon Valley come back online. Forgotten gods of bandwidth stir from their digital tombs. The vibes are so strong that Elon Musk's toaster tweets on its own, while pigeons in London suddenly gain Wi-Fi. Meanwhile, in a distant galaxy, an alien DJ mutters, "Bro, this slaps."

With every synth stab, timelines bend, colliding like caffeinated electrons at a rave hosted by Schrödinger’s cat. There's an afterparty in the fourth dimension, and YOU'RE the guest of honor. Expect paradoxes, wormholes, and possibly an accidental summoning of the guy who invented HTML (he's chill, though).

This is your magnum opus. It’s not just a track — it’s the NeXuS between reality and a dancefloor that never ends.

NeXuS

Agentic Records presents - Enigmatic Persuit

Enigmatic Persuit

Agentic Records is proud to bring you - Psychopathy

Psychopathy

Deep in the forgotten forests where techno goblins throw raves under bio-luminescent toadstools, a lone sorceress of sound weaves her most forbidden spell. With a single flick of her wrist, the baseline rises like a dragon from the depths - smoky, serpentine, and slightly vengeful. The drop hits harder than a kingdom-wide sleeping curse, rattling the bones of enchanted ravers and waking up eldritch beings that should not be woken up.

Some say this track was found inside a haunted vinyl pressed in the 13th century. Others whisper that it was forged in the depths of a cursed Ableton session, where every synth was possessed by a mischievous demon. Either way, one thing is clear: Maleficent’s Bass Hex isn’t just music - it’s a dark spell, disguised as a banger.

Maleficent

Maleficent (Dantra Music Therapy - AgentiX Remix)

Fractality (Dantra Tantsa - AgentiX Remix)

Late one Tuesday night in a forgotten quadrant of the cerebral cortex, a miniature rave erupted inside the skull of a narcoleptic philosopher. The air crackled with electrochemical whispers as dopamine rode in on a unicycle, juggling serotonin and existential dread. Somewhere near the hippocampus, a tiny jazz band of bioluminescent shrimp played Miles Davis covers backwards while a crowd of mitochondria moshed politely under strobe lights made of pure memory.

At the center of it all stood Synapse Prime - wearing a velour bathrobe and wielding a neural transmitter like a disco wand. Each beat of the track fired through your neurons like a squirrel shot from a confetti cannon, bouncing off dendrites, lighting up synaptic vesicles, and making your frontal lobe consider a career in interpretive dance.

As the drop hit, a spontaneous wormhole opened in the corpus callosum, and out stepped Kevin - the aforementioned octopus bartender - armed with a double espresso martini and a very long monologue about jazz fusion. Somewhere in the distance, a chorus of glial cells harmonized the secrets of the universe, only to be drowned out by the bassline and a rogue dolphin on turntables.

This isn’t just music. It’s a full-brain seizure of groove.
Plug in. Spasm. Transcend. 🧠⚡🕺

Synapses (Original Mix)

Original: https://soundcloud.com/earphonic/lights-out-2

At precisely 3:03 AM, every streetlamp in the city blinked three times and then vanished. Not turned off - gone. In their place hovered translucent jellyfish, humming Gregorian trap hymns from the 34th century. Somewhere in a basement padded with spaghetti noodles and disco posters, a sleep-deprived possum named Greg booted up Ableton on a laptop powered entirely by static electricity and raw regret.

As Greg dropped the first beat, time folded like a poorly-made burrito. Babies in utero started dancing the Charleston. A swarm of sentient Roombas began forming synchronized flash mobs in Walmart parking lots. In Antarctica, a lone scientist paused, removed his headphones, and muttered, “They’ve done it. They’ve turned off reality.”

Meanwhile, across five dimensions, an intergalactic council of rave goats convened. They tapped their hooves, approved the transmission, and launched the track directly into Earth's subconscious. The lights may be out... but the rave is ON.

For fans of: sentient machinery, deep space rituals, and blackout-level basslines.
Warning: May cause spontaneous enlightenment, neighbor complaints, and inexplicable goat sightings.

Agentic Earphonics

Lights Out

Earphonic - Lights Out (AgentiX Remix)

Shem

Agentic Records presents -- Coherence

In the forbidden library of a dimension best described as “mildly gelatinous,” seven philosophers, a toaster, and one exasperated raccoon gathered to decode the true meaning of coherence. As the raccoon pointed at a pie chart made entirely of raspberry jam and existential dread, a harpsichord began playing itself backwards through a speaker made of old IKEA furniture and unresolved family trauma.

At precisely 4:42 a.m. Blarptime, the moon took a deep breath and blinked twice. That was the signal. A lone DJ named Squelch Magnifico - who had fused with a fax machine after a tragic techno incident in Ibiza - booted up a track so mathematically pristine that even Fibonacci himself rose from the grave, did a somersault, and declared, “That slaps.”

Somewhere in the multiverse, jellyfish learned tap dance. A group of owls filed their taxes early. And inside the vibrating walls of a nightclub floating gently above a volcano powered by collective ADHD, it all made sense. The drop hit. The room went lucid.

Coherence had been achieved. But at what cost?

COHERENCE

Coherence (Original Mix)

Krypronite

Kryptonite

Agentic Records presents <-> CIRCLES 
-> AgentiX

In the 19th quadrant of an interdimensional parking garage, under a pulsating orb known only as Steve, a sentient Roomba named Gerald achieved enlightenment after licking a geometry textbook. This Roomba, now known across galaxies as “The Custard Prophet,” began spinning in perfect concentric circles - forever. Scholars called it madness. The squirrels of Neptune called it jazz.

Meanwhile, deep beneath an abandoned IKEA in rural Finland, a cult of rhythmic hamsters danced endlessly in formation, summoning a portal made entirely of Greek yogurt and old dubstep vinyls. As the clock struck “banana,” the portal opened, vomiting out an ancient rave - one from the pre-mammalian era - where trilobites once headbanged in viscous oceans to subaquatic techno.

Now, with the moon in retro-crab and Mercury accidentally stuck in a vending machine, the time is ripe. You, dear listener, must don the ceremonial crocs, hold the sacred USB stick, and enter the Eternal Circle. As the bass spins tighter and tighter, you’ll find yourself looped into an endless auditory spiral made of bassoons, soup cans, and your third-grade art teacher’s unresolved psychic energy.

You don’t listen to this track. You become it.
Round and round we go. Forever. For dairy. For destiny. 🌀

<-CIRCLES->

Agentic Records presents
VANDETA - Organic -> AgentiX Remix

On the 37th day of the Martian kale uprising, a rogue sound alchemist known only as AgentiX parachuted into the interdimensional compost heap armed with nothing but a USB stick and a half-eaten burrito humming with unstable frequencies. Beneath a sky swirling with sentient pesto clouds and bioluminescent legumes, he found it -> “Organic”, the forbidden VANDETA seed-track, still pulsing with raw chlorophyllic potential.

But this was no ordinary remix. No sir. This was a sonic fermentation ritual performed inside a glowing kombucha geyser while raccoons in tactical gear dropped basslines with military precision. Flutes were reversed. Bass was inverted and emotionally unstable. At one point, the hi-hats achieved sentience and began arguing with the snare over existential dread.

As the track reached its crescendo, a twelve-story zucchini burst through the crust of reality, screaming drum fills into the void. The Vatican, unprompted, issued a statement. A single tomato in the crowd wept.

You’ve heard organic. Now hear what happens when organic is fed nothing but rave lasers and Enlightenment salad dressing.

Welcome to AgentiX’s Remix: the one where the vegetables fight back. 🥦

VANDETA -> Organic (AgentiX Remix) 💀🔥

Agentic Records presents -> AgentiX - Osmosis

In the depths of a forgotten biology textbook, wedged between a drawing of mitochondria and a suspiciously muscular amoeba, a secret groove was discovered. It was called… Osmosis.

It began with a single water droplet - sentient, swaggering, and rocking AirPods filled with dolphin screeches and ancient Peruvian dubstep. This droplet, known only as “Glorp Daddy,” seeped through the membrane of reality and into your eardrums like a jellyfish in a rave suit.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of a sentient cell the size of Tasmania, DJ Ribozome spun vinyl made from crystallized Gatorade while a crowd of protein chains formed a conga line that stretched into another dimension. The crowd roared as Glorp Daddy emerged, flanked by two mitochondria in sunglasses, who began beatboxing the Krebs cycle in reverse.

Suddenly, the cytoplasm began to boil - not with heat, but with vibe. An ATP-fueled laser show ignited the Golgi apparatus. Endoplasmic reticula unfurled like slippery dance floors, and one rogue lysosome crowd-surfed his way into legend.

As the bassline oozed through phospholipid layers, somewhere in a high school lab, a frog blinked twice and whispered, “I have seen the truth. Osmosis is the way.”

Drink this track through every pore of your being. No membrane required



Osmosis (Original Mix)

Agentic Records presents -> Cyclical Spirals (Original Mix)
Artist <-> AgentiX

At precisely 4:44 AM during the Festival of Unwashed Socks, a mysterious vortex opened behind a Taco Bell in rural Lithuania. Out of it spiraled a sentient fidget spinner named Gerald, who spoke only in palindromes and smelled vaguely of ozone and regret. Gerald had one mission: to initiate the Great Spiral Reboot.

Meanwhile, twelve cybernetic capybaras in sequined robes began assembling a trampoline the size of Belgium on the summit of Mount Shrieking Goat. This trampoline, according to ancient garage sale scrolls, was the key to syncing Earth’s gravitational karma with the forgotten rhythms of the Moog Moon Monks.

As the bassline dropped like a poorly balanced washing machine full of bricks, the clouds above twisted into Fibonacci patterns, and the laws of physics called in sick. A cult of retired chiropractors danced the electric polka around a sentient lava lamp that whispered secrets about pasta. Every time the loop completed, time hiccuped - and with each hiccup, an avocado gained sentience and filed a noise complaint against reality itself.

This track? It's what happens when sacred geometry licks a 9V battery and decides to become a DJ. You're not just hearing music - you're spiraling with it.

Cyclical Spirals (Original Mix)

Agentic Records presents -> AgentiX - FREEDOM

In the shimmering heat haze of a dimension shaped entirely like denim, a lone stallion with laser-cut cheekbones and a mane made of pure VHS static races across the plains of temporal spaghetti. This is not just any stallion. This is Stallion Silhouette - a freedom-powered shadow creature born from a cowboy's dream and a malfunctioning fax machine during the 1987 rodeo moon landing.

He gallops not on hooves, but on eight-wheeled rollerblades, pursued by an elite squad of libertarian flamingos wearing Bluetooth headsets and yelling something about “the sacred geometry of nacho cheese.” Every beat drop is a hoofbeat in reverse. Every synth squeal is a cactus exploding in slow motion. Every clap is the sound of a thousand bureaucratic forms being set on fire with a wink from the Cosmic Ranger.

By the time the bridge hits, a wormhole opens in a jukebox, and out rides a translucent Abraham Lincoln riding a Segway made of dolphins, high-fiving the sky and screaming “LET THE HORSE BE WILD!”

AgentiX -> FREEDOM

AgentiX - Dystopia  (Original Mix)

σοφός

Welcome to Agentic Records! 

I’m a trance producer with a passion for producing both progressive, psytrance and hiphop   

Making music makes me happy, and so my goal is simple - to capture the energy I feel when making each track and have that carry through to the listener

My music is all about bringing good energy, with upbeat, bouncy vibes that make people feel good. It’s a deep part of who I am, and I’m grateful to have your support along the way.

Agentic Records

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