A hard-hitting dark techno track with some acid hoover synths that scream for attention. Great for peak time Techno sets when the crowd is rocking.

Come Into The Light

The Technician Is a Producer DJ and Bassist from Vancouver, BC.
Focusing on House , and Techno Genres and using all Production chops and application necessary to create Dramatic Melodic and Emotional Beats with a Big Dynamic and Genre Blending sound. Utilizing Drum Machines Analog Synthesis and Turntableism in the mix. 

With Music Intended to make you Dance But also make you feel.
Deep Cinematic Cuts of EDM Fresh Out the pipe here on soundcloud.


Yeray Díaz | Techno 
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🎧 Bringing noise & energy. Stay tuned.
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Hey, I’m JezuzBlack.
If you’re feeling the vibes from the tracks on my profile, hit that follow — I drop new music every week.

EXPERIMENTING SINCE 2019
Techno & house head for life.

90% techno & house.
10% diving into other sounds.

One thing that always sets my style apart?
That late-night energy — dark, erotic, and smooth AF. 🔥

I’m drawn to repetition, emotion, and the subtle tension between stillness and motion. Obzcured is my vison of Techno. A stripped down, unpredictable, and always honest approach. Expect raw grooves, hypnotic pressure, and unexpected turns.

Check out my psytrance project @spirituz and @hypnotica-records-sweden

Elektronische Musik mit Herz & Groove.
Minimal, House & Melodic Techno – produziert & gemixt von DI-NØ

One Ripple nudges all.
Meliora VA: https://www.beatport.com/release/meliora/5363846

Send your demos to: oramorna@gmail.com

Bass-driven electronic project blending techno, progressive, and future acid. Known for immersive soundscapes and heavy low-end, Kik Science delivers transmissions built for the floor and the circuit.

Each release and set channels atmosphere ∴ intensity ∴ precision — shaping the underground frequency.

Label: Sub Sync Records (@subsyncrecords)
Affiliates: G-Mafia Records (São Paulo) ⌖ Mustache Crew (Brazil) ⌖ Galactic Bamboo
SSR HQ: @subsyncrecords
Axis: YYC ⇌ BER

◉ Our story continues…

The stars had dissolved into pale threads of light, bending endlessly around them. Driftspace was never silent; it hummed—low, unstable, alive. Neon pressed her hand against the bulkhead, feeling the vibration pass through her skin like a second pulse.

“We bought time,” Thorne said, hands moving across the helm. “But the Vantoth won’t stay scattered for long. They’ll recalibrate, triangulate our echo. Mystica’s reach doesn’t end at the corridor.”

Neon studied him. His voice was too calm, the same way it had been when he bluffed the cascade. She hated how convincing he sounded—even to her.

“What aren’t you telling me?” she asked.

Thorne hesitated. His eyes flicked to the navigation screen, where a single glyph burned faintly in the corner: ∴.

“That’s not a drift marker,” Neon whispered. “It’s a seal.”

Thorne nodded once. “Old code. Buried before the wars. Coranthium doesn’t just power ships, Neon—it opens gates. If Mystica wanted it, it’s because they’ve found the lattice.”

Her stomach dropped. The lattice. A myth, or so she thought—an interlocked network of corridors between sectors, some stable, some collapsing. Legends said the ancients locked it to prevent entire systems from folding into each other.

“And you… you have the key?” she pressed.

Thorne’s hands stilled. The hum of driftspace grew louder, or maybe it was just the pounding of her heart.

“Not the key,” he said finally. “A shard.”

Before she could respond, the console flickered. The ∴ seal pulsed once—twice—then spread across the screen like veins of light. Driftspace around them warped, folding inward.

“They found us,” Neon breathed.

“No,” Thorne said, jaw tightening. “Someone else did.”

The ship shuddered violently. Outside, driftspace cracked like glass, revealing a sphere of impossible color—a station, suspended where no station should exist, thrumming with signals older than their war, older than Mystica.

The shard in Thorne’s hand glowed to life, resonating with the fractured seal.

“Welcome to the lattice,” he muttered.

Come Into The Light

Chris Palmer Refinoir