Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf

crazy style - I like this so much, flawless work

'EXODUS: XDS' is the debut album from Apollo. 'EXODUS: XDS' was produced by Apollo, Tuji Thomas, and Garret Reza. All lyrics were written by Apollo. 'EXODUS: XDS; was released on Jan. 19th, 2025. The single "FREEDOM" was released on Aug. 12th, 2024. "FREEDOM" was written by Apollo and Produced by Tuji Thomas.

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EXODUS: XDS

FREEDOM

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Hardware: Novation SLK MK3, Ableton Push 2
Software: Ableton Live 10 Suite & Ableton Plug-Ins. 

Gangster Sh!t

Do Your Magic!

Psychedelic Journey

The best medicine for you is just a smile, so let it happen with this song. this is another one of my favorite tracks which starts as cinematic and then enters the dance music phase, This happy single was created especially for holidays, festivals and celebrations. I hope you enjoy. ;)

Don't forget to share this song with your friends.

Smile

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XVII

A Kismet is an Anagram of Mistake

DUSKY

More Than Me

Under a Full Moon

Under a Full Moon (Steve Blood's Meet Me at Midnight Mix)

Vacation over, and I'm trying to hold on to that feeling for as long as possible. An EDM set here isn't what I'm used to, but it's too good to resist. Take an hour and an aperitif and enjoy...

Just Another Tuesday (lounge set)

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

A Kismet is an Anagram of Mistake

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