Velma

A super chill electronic vibe with a slice of bass, guitar and a smooth phat beat on the side. Take it for a ride.
Composer Fernando Melo

Cruisin

Last, and certainly the juggernaut of the EP, Destro leaves the listeners with “Ancients of Mars”. First, add an out of this world intro, into a Metalheadz-esque vibe storms out with brilliant pads, intricate drum processes, and warm evolving bass line to top it off. So space cadets, have you decided to become a true intergalactic soulja yet? If so, then fire up your mobile suits! Dive into the fray of the space jungle melee, courtesy of Rellik Audio Recordings!

The Mobile Suit EP

Ancients of Mars

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Destro - Ancients Of Mars (clip) [Rellik Audio Recordings]

experiment with a regular rhythm traversing a varied soundscape

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SUB:DOMAIN takes you on a journey from blissfull energy vibes to a dark and relentless breakbeat driven soundscape, deep bass stabs and hard beats emerge from sonic waves of joyous feeling. 

A Lil' Bit Of Joy

SUB:DOMAIN - A Lil' Bit Of Joy

#electronic #dark #uplifting  #downtempo #powerful #vibey #synthwave #nu-disco #experimental #instrumental #Japan #tokyo #110bpm

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Alvi L - Lovely Dreams (Ambient Mix) Pre-Release

Existence is Bluep

Made this remix for the XRP Community, shout out to @NFAdotcrypto for the original

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We Finna Use It (Ripple Beats Remix)

Hope you all enjoy my re-envisioned version of this classic hit

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Robin S - Show Me Love (CShay remix)

Beautiful mesmerizing sounds of piano, bass and drum with a more 3 dimensional sound.
watch on You Tube https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCnsnwlEH9NrnHrcIpCSOWbw
on all major streaming services https://open.spotify.com/artist/1ERiLI8Cf2OrHTBwhUstvP

Mesmerize

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"

```Madlibs with a metronome```

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.

Existence is Bluep

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