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Los Ludinhos is more than a producer—he’s a soul rebuilt through pain, rhythm, and defiance. His journey with sound began at 8, the day he bought his first guitar with quiet hands and bright dreams. Music wasn't just an interest; it was a lifeline—especially after tragedy struck at 17, when his girlfriend took her own life. In that silence, when words failed and the world felt hollow, only music stayed. Only music made sense.
But fate had more trials. During his university Erasmus exchange in Canada, Los Ludinhos faced death again. A catastrophic accident left his face and belly cut and his left elbow shattered, nerves severed, hands unresponsive. Air Rescue Luxembourg took him out before it was too late. Multiple surgeries followed, each one a brutal reminder of what was lost. The guitar—the one friend he had always trusted—was now unreachable.
Most would’ve stopped there. But Ludinhos didn’t. Instead of fading, he turned pain into pulse. He found techno—hard, relentless, honest. It didn’t need fingers, it needed fire. He produces now with a body in rehab, a hand that won’t move, and sleepless nights haunted by pain—but his sound is alive. It's breathing. It's screaming.
Every beat he builds is a rebellion against despair. Every drop is a heartbeat refusing to fade. He sees the rehab center daily, not as defeat, but as discipline. Techno became the extension of his body, a new voice for the one that was taken.
“In Techno We Unite,” he says, not as a slogan—but as a mission. His deepest goal? To bring people together. No masks. No borders. Just the collective pulse of a crowd raving as one.
Until my heart will stop the beat— that’s his promise. And through the pain, through the broken nerves, through the nights with no sleep—Los Ludinhos keeps playing🖤❤️🖤

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Breakdown of Sanity