Such a fuckin banger makes me want to do karate

Awesome track, love the raw beats, it's  a must have.

Drexilla - Disruptor

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Disruptor

Drexilla - Disruptor

When i fall Instrumental

Psytech DJ Set - LANDGUTx - Festival 2025

Dear beautiful creatures of the night. 🌙🦄👽

I still dream about things way beyond this atmosphere. 👽 So f**** high. 💚 

No fear - No control  🚀❤️‍🔥🔥

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Excerpt from my upcoming live performance.
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Toad Trip

Music Video : https://youtu.be/QN8Nf0B7rbw

Peak‑time hard techno, warehouse power, trippy sci‑fi worlds—dive in now.
Dark rolling kicks + acid surges + hypnotic visuals = peak‑time release.
Hardgroove momentum, rumble bass, cinematic trip through Sporespace.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
I — The Call Beneath Luminous Soil

Sporespace began as a tingle in the roots of the world.

On the moon of Vyr, where continents are braided with glassy mycelium, the ground whispered to a pilgrim named Khyra of the Filament Choir. Khyra was not born but grown—humanoid in outline, her body a cathedral of translucent quartz and opaline threads. Beneath her skin, hyphae shimmered like constellations, moving with the steady breath of an organism that remembered thunderstorms, extinctions, and the taste of meteor dust. Her eyes held crescents of violet seeded with starmotes; her hair was a drift of fine filaments carrying the faint scent of anise and rain.

The call rose through the soil—an electrical murmur, subtle as a secret. Pale caps opened around her ankles and released a micro‑fog of silver spores that wrote tiny glyphs in the air, then erased them, as if shy of being understood.

Khyra knelt and pressed her palms to the hum of the ground. She felt networks far below, cycling through patterns older than any spoken word. The message was simple and absolute.

Come. The Crown turns. The Path blooms.

When Khyra stood, her joints chimed softly, crystalline plates settling into travel geometry. From her shoulders unfurled a pair of living membranes—lamellae latticed like wings, grown not for flight but for catching the tides between worlds. She faced the horizon, where the sky wore a faint lysergic sheen, colors sliding through each other like oil on a dark sea.

She was not alone. A guardian drifted from between the bulb‑trees: Tholos, a spore‑sphinx whose body was a hovering cap the size of a small shrine. His face grew on the underside of the cap, a geometrical mask of shifting polygons and amber eyes without pupils. Hyphal tassels trailed beneath him like whiskers of pale lightning. When he spoke, it sounded like velvet being combed in the wrong direction.

“Pilgrim,” Tholos murmured, “the Path is open. To walk it is to be rewritten.”

“To refuse it,” Khyra said, “is to go blind on a day of brightest sun.”

Tholos’ amber eyes narrowed into gentle scythes. “Then we begin.”

The world exhaled. The ground unrolled a ribbon of phosphorescent moss, and on it pulsed the first step of the Sporespace Pilgrimage.

II — The Oratory of Basidia

The path led to Basidia, a monastery never built so much as persuaded to appear. Its domes were stacked caps, porcelain white and freckled with burnt gold; its corridors were gills turned into hallways, banded with iridescent ridges. Caretakers greeted Khyra at the gate—the Monachae, dignified beings whose bodies resembled tall spindles woven from threads of milk‑glass, each bearing a halo of spores like a snowfall forever suspended.

Mother Sephrae, eldest among them, came forward with motions as measured as tides. Beneath her translucent chest lay a rosary of quiescent seeds, each seed a record of a friend she had ever lost and ever found again.

“Child of the Choir,” Sephrae intoned, “your pulse arrives with the turning Crown. Do you carry the question?”

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Sporespace Pilgrimage // Video on YouTube

The hunt begins. And you are the prey.
The forest is silent, save for the desperate crunching of twigs beneath your feet. Something is out there. Something that doesn't breathe, but is hungry.

"Crimson Eyes" is the pulsating soundtrack to your worst nightmare. Feel the panic, hear the rustle in the undergrowth, sense the icy breath on your neck. The Darksynth beat drives you, but it also drives him.
He's about to catch you. His fangs glint in the moonlight.
Will you escape? Or will you become part of the darkness?
Hear the thrill. Hear the fear. 

Listen to "Crimson Eyes" now on Soundcloud and soon.... everywhere else.

Drexilla - Disruptor

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