Aurel's "Spirits of Pangea" is a psytrance journey. It builds an ancient soundscape with ethereal synths and a driving bassline. Intricate melodies evoke vast, untamed landscapes. Clean yet organic production makes it a profound sonic exploration, connecting listeners to primal energies.

Label: Next Generation Music
Cat no. : GENRENEXT42
Beatport & Spotify: 12 Sep 2025
Other Stores: 26 Sep 2025

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Next Generation is the brand new imprint by the Indian record label Digital Om.

Digital Om Productions is a Psytrance record label and music events organizer, based out of India & Nepal. We are dedicated to promoting the best of Psychedelic Trance and it's sub-genres (Progressive Trance, Goa Trance, Psychill, Psybient, Psybreaks, Psychedelic Full On, etc). We are all about this vibrant music culture which has an aspect of oneness and a permanent impact of love and unity on all who experience it.

Spirits of Pangaea

The finest in Vocal Trance....!!!
A mix-collab with the amazing Djane Yulia....!!!   https://soundcloud.com/misstrancevocal-yulia
http://www.mixcloud.com/Yulia_Spa/
http://www.tranceelegance-media.com/
Cover art by @https://soundcloud.com/dj-diamante

you can download here: http://www.house-mixes.com/profile/yuliaesp

Yulia & Dino  -  WAR VOICES

Another World (Mix)

Project 577.

LivraLB: Lyrics, Vocals and Instrumental
Martin Luther King Speech (links below):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zWe4XptHO4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vP4iY1TtS3s

Lyrics:

Capitalism is Killing Planet Earth

Welcome to the church of the good spirits against capitalism
Welcome to the church of the good spirits against capitalism

I look at the sky and ask to the good spirits 
Pour upon us the light of Martin Luther king
I look at the sky and ask to the good spirits
Pour upon us the light of Bob Marley
I look at the sky and ask to the good spirits 
Pour upon us the light of Nelson Mandela
I look at the sky and ask to the good spirits
Pour upon us the light of John Lennon

You're a Bible plague , yeah
You fool them all
You kill the children 
Inside us
You kidnapped me
So young
You owe me
My real life

and they say buy, buy , buy,buy, buy , buy
buy, buy , buy,buy, buy , buy

Capitalism  is Killing Planet Earth
Capitalism is Killing the Best of Us
Capitalism  is Killing Planet Earth
Capitalism is Killing the Best of Us

<Martin Luthr King's speech>
"I want to say to you as I move to my conclusion, as we talk about “Where do we go from here?”
 that we must honestly face the fact that the movement must address itself to the question of restructuring
 the whole of American society. There are forty million poor people here, and one day we must ask the question,
 “Why are there forty million poor people in America?” And when you begin to ask that question, you are raising
 a question about the economic system, about a broader distribution of wealth. When you ask that question, you begin
 to question the capitalistic economy. And I'm simply saying that more and more, we've got to begin to ask questions
 about the whole society. We are called upon to help the discouraged beggars in life's marketplace. But one day we must
 come to see that an edifice which produces beggars needs restructuring. It means that questions must be raised. And you
 see, my friends, when you deal with this you begin to ask the question, “Who owns the oil?” You begin to ask the question,
 “Who owns the iron ore?” You begin to ask the question, “Why is it that people have to pay water bills in a world that's
 two-thirds water?” These are words that must be said."

You're a Bible plague, yeah
You fool them all
You kill the children 
Inside us
You kidnapped me
So young
You owe me
My real life

and they say buy, buy , buy,buy, buy , buy
buy, buy , buy,buy, buy , buy

Capitalism  is Killing Planet Earth
Capitalism is Killing the Best of Us
Capitalism  is Killing Planet Earth
Capitalism is Killing the Best of Us

<Martin Luthr King's speech>
"Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city,
 we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, 
Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Capitalism is Killing Planet Earth (included speech by MLK)

She´s Alive

Astral Quarantine Worm

Words and Music by Stefan van Walsum
Gitarren, Bass, Drum programming and Vocals by Stefan van Walsum
Mix and Mastering by SvW at Nandis´s Cavern-Studio, Germany 
Copyright by Stefan van Walsum, 2020

SEI MUTIG! (Der Text) 
Durchgezechte Nacht mit verbogenen Gedanken.
Vernebelte Sicht durch Alkohol und Nikotin.
Aufgetaucht in einer Frühstückskneipe.
Irgendwo im Nirgendwo von Berlin.

Ich fühlte mich einsam und auch mies.
Nicht die geringste Spur von Liebe.
Was läuft hier nur falsch?

Fader Kaffee mit bitterem Geschmack.
Meine Blicke leer aber immer suchend.

Schräg gegenüber saß ein Mädchen.
Heller Teint und schwarzes Haar.
Ihr Blick traf mein Herz.
 
Was ist jetzt nur los?
Ist sie das große Los?
Im Hals `nen fetten Kloß!
Wie schaffe ich das bloß? 

Irritiert schaute ich zu Boden.
Ich wünschte sie käme rüber zu mir!
Kurz darauf blickte ich wieder auf - 
und sie stand ganz nah bei mir.

Und sie sagte:
komm sei mutig!
Zieh mich ganz fest an dich!
Hey, sei nicht so feige!
Glaube an dich und mich!
Verschließe nicht die Augen!
Schaue mich an, ich stehe vor dir.
Sei bitte mutig!
Küsse mich jetzt und hier!

Ich dachte:
komm sei mutig!
Ich zieh` sie ganz fest an mich!
Ey, ich bin nicht feige!
Ich glaube an sie und mich!
Verschließe nicht die Augen!
Schaue mich an, ich stehe vor dir.
Sei bitte mutig!
Küsse mich jetzt und hier! 
Küsse mich jetzt und hier!

Sei mutig!

The Waste Land – “Sometimes It’s Dark”. 

This is a darkside story. A futuristic survival envisioned under Doom’s bleak gambit. Fracture me. 

Notes for this track:
 @Hverheij – original music – performance: all instruments equally destroyed (synths, guitars, drums - you name it) Heavy on the squelch.
Female vocalist: Fatya. 

“The Waste Land” by Hverheij (c) 2020

Pan Demic - The Waste Land

Pan Demic - The Waste Land - Hverheij feat Fatya

Run, Rivas, Run
https://soundcloud.com/nickrdavies
Jimmy stood upright, stomach sucked slightly concave, lips gently pursed as he admired his full length reflection in the hallway of the Woodlands Hotel. He had treated himself to a new, snug running jersey, matching shorts and trainers. He looked briefly left and right, checking he wasn't observed and adjusted the inner-liner elastic around his groin, which had snagged and ridden up into a pinching diagonal. He dipped into four deep squats, and then shadow boxed in the mirror, finishing a combination with a looping right hook, which overbalanced him slightly and tweaked his ankle. He adjusted the elastic again...front and back this time.

"More comfortable, Sir?"
Jimmy let out a yelp and reddened a little. He turned sharply to see a large, flamboyantly dressed older lady, in a pink and gold lamé shellsuit, a huge meringue of peroxide hair, scarlet-lipped and navy eye-shadowed.

"See ya out there Sonny" she said as she shimmered past and broke into a lumbering trot out of the main entrance and into the woods.

Jimmy set his stopwatch, retied his laces, screwed his earphones into his ears and set off. There was only one route into the woods. Jimmy intended quickly accelerating past Liberace's Mum and running hard in the pure woodland air. He powered through the first 300 yards and saw her vanishing around a bend in the road. She looked rather like an ice cream sundae from behind he though, then told himself not to be unkind and took the opportunity to break wind sharply whilst undetected.

As he leaned into the bend, travelling at impressive velocity, he looked up and she was gone.. he squinted into the distance and saw nothing..another bend maybe 200 yards away.. looked around..nothing.

He glanced at his watch..pulse was high, good pace. Settled into a steady rhythm..gouged again at his elastic. Time to appreciate the air, the pine scent, the peaceful, creaking, whispering trees. The hypnotic percussion of footstrike...Jeez..there she is! Shuffling and galumphing in the distance..how the..?

She disappeared around another bend. Jimmy's knees and elbows pumped higher and harder. Cut into the bend..relieved to see her, drew up alongside her, quietened his breathing a little, touched the peak of his hat as he passed

"Those shorts nipping, Sonny?"

Jimmy muttered to himself, irritated and a little embarrassed. He waited until she was out of sight, double checked and gave a savage yank at the elastic, both hands, at the front.

The next couple of miles were uneventful, save for the frequent need for adjustment and the cumulative effect of the sawing elastic against tender intimates. The last quarter mile and Jimmy discovered that slight bowleggedness gave some relief. A sign for the Hotel..the facade comes into view, then..she's there! Same four-inch lollop, turkey-winged elbows.. How? Impossible! A final, orchid-rasping sprint but he couldn't catch her.

Wheezing like a quarry cat, Jimmy went to the Reception Desk for his room key. The kindly gent, rosy-cheeked and twinkly eyed..like a shaved Santa..

"Nice run Sir?"
Jimmy nodded, too out of puff to answer
"Been out with the triplets, eh?"
Jimmy looked at him, bemused. He was looking into the bar room
Three identical versions each held up a cocktail glass and winked in unison.

Jimmy touched the peak of his hat, and could only smile
He looked back at the Receptionist

"Forgive me Sir, but I think you may have put your shorts on back to front"
Jimmy felt behind him and touched a drawstring.

"Will Sir require some talcum powder?"
Jimmy nodded minutely and took the elevator..the stairs, he was certain, would have drawn blood

24/Septenber/2020

Mossy Oak (EXCELLENT TEXT BY NICK DAVIES)

to love, family, and friends.

This is an exercise in composition, arrangement, and writing lyrics, brought to life with the help of my family and friends.
Special thanks goes to Awen and Val (you're the best!), Kim and Charlie who patiently endured both my practicing and ranting, and to my Dad for absolutely everything.

Thank you for listening. I hope you'll like and enjoy it.

vocal/guitar(s) - Gideon
backing vocal - Awen
vocal/ keys - Valentina

Yulia & Dino - WAR VOICES

Dino . . .☺