Ciaran Mac and and Sun Dogs - one of the best collabs ive heard all year

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12 Hours Old and Already Out. Uploading before I have time to change my mind. If you hear a mistake, just assume it's part of the raw charm. 🙃

'Stop Overthinking' is a Scottish fusion of Melodic Techno and Progressive House. 

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Stop Overthinking!! - 4am uploads (KLA)

(Lyrics)
Its that Multicoloured camouflage,Pocket fulla sabotage,
Thin wrapped bin bags, Skin graphed battle scars.
Black Stars and red moons, Doin' ma nut in, Stuffin' the head wounds.
Stuck in a test tube, Citric acid, Passion fruits a drip of sadness, Simple madness,
Smiley faces with a glimpse of malice.
Into callus acts, Shittin' in yer cabbage patch, Livin' lavish, diggin' hidden passages Within the flats.
Deep routed and steep footed  Asleep luicid, dreaming, Breathing the sweet musics discreet movements.
Leavin' even-Stevens, heathens causing seasons greetings, Weepin' willows, grieving widows
Deeper than the feats beneath us.
Trees are leafless, And the bushes are burnt.
The skys grey, acid rain, Fumes in the dirt.
Dirty harry with the vallies and the tool in his shirt,
Not even testing second guessing or per-summing at first, 
He's just,
Jumped in, Has Tough skin The roughyin',
Never hud love for nothin' But puffin.
Didn't need friends At weekends And pretends  He spends Maste a thum drunk With his cousin, Justin  
Sitting in a multicolored overcoat,
Smoking coke soda Till hes sober on a rowing boat, 
stoned and broke, Broke in at the opening of boring soap-opra stoating over Saying Ola to a polish bloke.
Tony Jones heavin' lit Hes steamin' on a roller-coaster Eating toast and flora Sleeping with a Rita-Ora poster.
Shits being slower Than usual,Ode to the screw-balls,Shows in the pupils,Stolen the Peugeot,
New flow Old still at it though Black and gold patterns on ma ragged, silk satin clothes,
Scattered stones Planning out a path Towards the hazard zone,
Got it twisted Nah a read it backwards Like a palindrome.
Am at home, Feeling like am on another planet.
Rubbered bandit bro, heavy lit a tonne of granite.
Understand its no stress to me A fuckin manage
kick about in Multicoloured Spandex lit yass its The strange kid
On his eighth spliff Of the day shit,
Stay sick whether am on a stage and am wasted
Or taking the straight piss Blatantly shameless 
Replacing these fake pricks Names on yer playlists
Its mr makeshift rap-style token poet,
Tactile hands on hats off Over throwing,
So stop yer moaning,before a drop column Oan yer noagin'
am known for reigning in a place Where it is always pouring, 
a called thismorning Left a message an ye Didny get it, 
Or if ye got it when a seen ye then ye never mentioned,
Cause a suggested we wore multicolored matching vests and Ran the length of earth
Before we worked upon A lasting friendship,
Until the acid soaked land has Got our soles corroding
stare at Yellow Sulfur smoke Which Coats a Multicoloured ocean,
Couldn't say a seen it comin But a hud a notion,
covered in dust from the explosion, long beholden.
what kinda looks lit tie dye on a grey sun,rays shun earth Because he lied back in stage one,
See the sights No lights in the same slum
and it turns night when the days come.
Look at me with multicoloured eyes And a snakes tongue, 
split second ty spit venom Or play dumb, 
Hit, the Mute button, great effort Paid off
shit, the colours Were all cut from the same cloth,  
Am In a rut interrupting ma ain thoughts, 
could a, couldye fuck Shoulda stuck to the day job, 
who'd a ever loved such a lucky mistake, got camouflage on  Show these cunts what yer made of.
Am In a rut interrupting ma ain thoughts, 
could a, couldye fuck Shoulda stuck to the day job, 
who'd a ever loved such a lucky mistake, got camouflage on  Show these cunts what yer made of.
Multicoloured...

Multicoloured (Prod. SunDogs)

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A collision of rave history and contemporary dancefloor dominance arrives with ‘Makina Time’, the explosive new collaboration from Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike, Marlon Hoffstadt (aka DJ Daddy Trance) and DJ Konik. Built as a special mash-up reinterpretation of Hoffstadt’s cult club anthem ‘It’s That Time’, the track fuses the raw spirit of makina music into a modern, high-impact framework.
 
Originally celebrated for its relentless whistle hooks and pumping basslines that made it a staple across international DJ sets, ‘It’s That Time’ resonated with millions worldwide, earning enduring support from DJs and dancefloors alike. Now, ‘Makina Time’ reinvigorates this iconic motif, expanding its scope with genre-bending influences that channel old-school rave DNA through a contemporary festival lens. The instantly recognisable vocal and melodic elements are reworked into a driving, high-octane structure, merging pounding bass, manic builds and uncompromising energy.
 
Rooted in the fast-paced, euphoric intensity of makina, a genre born from Spanish rave culture and defined by relentless tempos, sharp synth stabs and unfiltered urgency, ‘Makina Time’ sees Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike inject their unmistakable mainstage firepower, amplifying the track’s explosive potential. DJ Konik adds a gritty, club-focused edge that reinforces its underground credentials, while Marlon Hoffstadt’s signature motif anchors the release in rave tradition. Together, the collaboration bridges generations of dance music culture, from makina’s origins to today’s global dancefloors.

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Makina Time

Chaos

Behold.

Stand, if you dare, at the smouldering threshold of mortal comprehension and cast your trembling gaze upon Gilben – The Trials and Tribulations of Jon Jeek (Part 1), a sonic cataclysm so audaciously operatic, so ferociously mythopoetic, that lesser narratives have been known to disintegrate into polite acoustic folk songs in its presence.

This is not merely a single.

This is an odyssey detonated.

In the crucible of a sky rent asunder by apocalyptic lightning, we encounter Jon Jeek — knife-clutching, fate-dodging, demon-glaring Jon Jeek — a man whose cheekbones have been carved by destiny itself and whose thousand-yard stare suggests he has personally inconvenienced several eldritch entities before breakfast.

He does not walk.

He advances.

Behind him, the world has the decency to burn.

A citadel erupts in medieval hysteria while, inexplicably, a UFO loiters overhead like a bureaucratic deity unsure whether to abduct, observe, or file paperwork. A dragon snarls from the lower left quadrant of existence, clearly unpaid and furious about it. Shadowed figures lunge from firelit peripheries. A muscle car hydroplanes through chaos because of course it does. Somewhere, a man dangles from a cliff edge — possibly Jon Jeek, possibly a metaphor — screaming into the abyss with the confidence of someone who knows this is only Part 1.

And it is.

Only.

Part 1.

The music itself unfurls like an orchestral knife fight in a cathedral that has been converted into a cyberpunk tribunal. Synths scream like interdimensional lawyers objecting to reality. Percussion pounds with the inevitability of an ancient prophecy delivered via subwoofer. Guitars blaze like a dragon discovering feedback pedals for the first time.

Gilben does not compose.

Gilben summons.

Every note is a decree.
Every crescendo a collapse of empires.
Every silence a threat.

Jon Jeek’s trials are not inconveniences. They are tectonic inconveniences. Bureaucratic demons stamp forms in triplicate while storm clouds unionise overhead. Betrayal wears a hood. Destiny drives a V8. Somewhere between the castle inferno and the hovering saucer, morality files for early retirement.

This is the soundtrack to:

Fighting destiny with a kitchen knife and impeccable jawline.

Being hunted by your own legend.

Outrunning a dragon while simultaneously processing emotional trauma.

Negotiating peace treaties with extraterrestrials mid-guitar solo.

Hanging off a cliff and deciding, with terrifying calm, that gravity can wait.

“The Trials and Tribulations of Jon Jeek (Part 1)” is a saga that dares to ask:

What if myth, modernity, and mild vehicular endangerment collided in a thunderstorm of heroic inconvenience?

What if the apocalypse had a sequel?

What if Jon Jeek is not running from chaos…

…but auditioning to become its manager?

This is not simply a song.

It is a flaming prelude.
A prophecy with distortion.
A leather-jacketed declaration of narrative war.

And somewhere in the crackle of lightning and the roar of engines, Jon Jeek tightens his grip on the blade, glances toward Part 2, and whispers to the universe:

“Try me.”

Multicoloured (Prod. SunDogs)

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