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Sternenfahrt is the second concept album by German electronic artist Sturmfrau – a sonic odyssey through space, time, and memory. Rooted in coldwave, early 80s Berlin synth sounds, and dreamy post-punk textures, the album tells the story of a young woman who leaves Berlin to follow alien visitors across the stars.

Each track marks a moment of her transformation – from longing and isolation on Earth to transcendence among celestial beings. With vintage synths, poetic German vocals, and surreal cosmic moods, Sternenfahrt is both intimate and vast.

This is music for those who dream beyond the orbit.

Transmission Mensch

Sweet Little Blackhole is my first track created after driving into the sonic depths of the Blackhole plugin. The title is a subtle nod to one of my biggest inspirations, who once named a track in a similar way after being captivated by a different instrument.
Dark, driving and relentless, this piece channels the pull of an unseen force - a surge of energy that drags you through shadows, while keeping the dancefloor in its gravitational grip.

SWEET LITTLE BLACKHOLE

CHIRURGINSKI - SWEET LITTLE BLACKHOLE

The Crescent Moon

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Dança no sol

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My Thoughts

Fier et Libre  - BOUKHA Paris

Trippy music video : https://youtu.be/w2hUcPYG7dE

Peak‑time pressure + hypnotic grooves in a psychedelic sci‑fi visual trip.
Hard techno meets raw/deep hypnosis—warehouse energy in 4K.
Driving kicks, rolling bass, and a desert dream that won’t let go.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
I. The Door That Breathes Spores

At the rim of the desert stood a seam in the air, hairline and luminous, like a scar that learned to exhale. When it sighed, motes unfurled into the dusk—opal dust and spore‑light that arranged itself into shy constellations. The seam smelled of rain that could not remember where it fell.

Aneleth arrived without footsteps. Their feet left no mark by design; their kind, the Mneme‑walkers, were sworn not to bruise the hours beneath them. Aneleth’s body was a study in glass and vellum: skin the color of quiet dawn, thin enough to show the rivers of gold filament that ran like patient lightning under the surface. Along the throat, a translucent veil fluttered—a gill‑lace that drank aroma and rumor. The eyes were coin‑bright and slow‑turning, with irises that gathered starlight, folded it, and kept it as a kindness for later.

They wore a mantle of mycelial silk grown in moon‑dark gardens, the threads still alive, still remembering the tunnels from which they had been coaxed. On Aneleth’s left wrist slept a ring of living wire—the Thread, a compliant serpent of gold that could smell distance the way others smell smoke.

Aneleth placed an open palm upon the seam. The air learned their shape. Spores swept forward like a soft tide, mapping the fingers, the lifelines, the old scars of vows kept and nearly broken. The seam widened, not as a door does, but as a thought does when it finds its opposite. Hyperfine cracks spread, diverged, and converged again in a lattice that suggested both invitation and correction.

“Let me in,” said Aneleth in the language of mineral patience.

The seam spoke back in fern breath: Come in if you can accept the arithmetic of forgetting.

Aneleth had come for that arithmetic. The Dunes of Liquid Memory waited beyond the seam, and somewhere inside those dunes lay the promise they once made in the Dark Orchard—the promise the desert had taken as collateral and never returned.

They stepped through. The seam stitched itself closed with a surgeon’s certainty, and silence rearranged its furniture to make room.

II. The Glass Dunes and Their Blooming Sigils

The desert was not sand so much as the idea of sand persuaded into matter. Each dune was a slope of congealed recollection, liquefying and resolidifying on its own clock. The grains were translucent and full of tiny occlusions—faces, gestures, half‑remembered weather. When the wind moved, the dunes flowed in slow currents, as if all memory wanted to be water but had first to practice being glass.

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Drift into a dreamy, hypnotic soundscape with ANESTHESIA. The track begins softly, slowly luring you into a serene, almost sleepy atmosphere… before gradually speeding up, pulling you into a fast-paced, pulsating journey from which you don’t want to wake up.

Perfect for fans of high tech minimal, blending melancholic moods with energetic, clinical grooves.

🔊 Press play and let the soundwaves take over…


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Cha cha cha Dancing with the Devil's Bride 😉
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In this dance, we are meticulously following each and every step as we are spun round and round becoming increasingly dizzy and confused. If we would lift our gaze, however, from the feet of our partner as he bids us step first here and now there…. if we would but look up to see who is leading us… we would see that we are actually dancing with the devil and doing his bidding.
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