For Everything

damaged2 /off E major (set back)

from the new album, out october 3rd.

support: https://drumcorps.bandcamp.com/album/for-everything

xxx

time's up
been drinking from a poison cup
we're gonna see
the real end of history

hold hands
out here the road ends
rediscover
we'll need each other

can't run
can't hide
futurcide
can slow
can grow
can scrape a life

my friends
we fight in every dimension
seed sword & pen
for whoever's left

can't run
can't hide
futurcide
can slow
still grow
gotta try


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Futurcide

With his new album, Ruby My Dear captures the essence of summer and transforms it into sound. Inspired by the landscapes of southern France, the tracks radiate warmth, joy, and the kaleidoscopic memories of days spent under the sun. This is not a postcard version of summer, but a living, breathing ode to its shifting moods: from moments of dreamlike serenity to bursts of ecstasy.

Within the unruly framework of breakcore, Ruby My Dear sculpts something unmistakably his own. The music glows with a psychedelic vibrancy, shimmering between playful brightness and hypnotic depth. The listener is invited into a synaesthetic journey where rhythms break and crash like waves against the shores, and where melodies bloom in the most unpredictable colours. Each track feels like a day of its own: some calm, some wild, but all infused with an undertone of sunsets and the fleeting magic of summer.

Conceived as both musical and visual narrative, this release unfolds as a complete art project. The gatefold cover reveals its hidden story, assembling sound and vision into one. Here, music becomes multisensory: heard, seen, and felt.. A swirl of fleeting moments, captured and held.

Uncompromising, kaleidoscopic, and utterly unique, Ruby My Dear redefines what experimental electronic music can be: a form of synaesthesia in motion.

Confiture à la Plage 

Plein de Moi

from the new album *for everything*
support: https://drumcorps.bandcamp.com/album/for-everything

xxx

join us
who see
who let go
stopped asking

started mourning 
every morning
watering flowers
sharpen swords

you see opposites
we know linked
defense care justice 
the same thing

pure oblivion
in that space
no time
for those ways

no and never


No and Never

Moon Behind The Eyelids

from the new album * for everything *
support: drumcorps.bandcamp.com/album/for-everything

xxx

stabbed in the heart
from first moment
deceived til shroud
falls to ground

"when you're old..."
what are the odds?
the story you been sold
when you say it

i just stare
see me
but i'm not there
i'm in the place
with the trees
 
i will not acclimatize
to a way of lies
if quo is poison
count me out

always and forever

The Place With the Trees

This song is dedicated to the memory of the man, the myth, the maverick, Ginger Sam. This grotesquely silly track was made to cheer mesen up in the wake of his passing. Big ups oh Ginger one wherever you may be xxxx

FREE DOWNLOAD I Am The Music Man (Bobby Starchild Bootleg)

from the new album: for everything
support: drumcorps.bandcamp.com/album/for-everything

xxx

seriously!
wtf?!?!!

plague vector see you never
who let the bogus in our sector?
plague vector see you never
a pox upon our sector

the joke's on me 
solidarity, the only mask you wear
bout that praxis?
you don't care?!

it's in the air tonight like genesis
how did you become eugenicists?
we take care of everyone 
no exceptions to this

"poor you" they say
they drop dead the next day
unforeseen circumstances
take my chances?
  
i've seen the world, it's cool
how bout we clean the air in school?
someone's cleaning theirs, guess who?
there's your class war! tf is wrong w/you??!
 
ngnm no fake world bastards
get the data, make the choice
all the rest?
just noise 

xxx

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Plague Vector

Fuk the Borders Vol.13 brings together 43 tracks from artists all around the planet — pushing the limits of alternative rave music.
Here, you’ll find both fresh talents and established names, united by one vibe and one message — no borders, just sound.

This compilation celebrates 17 years since the very first Suck Puck party.
Massive respect and love to our Suck Puck family, all artists, and every raver who’s been with us through these wild years.

And that’s not all — to mark our birthday, Suck Puck prepared a bunch of surprises dropping throughout the next month. Stay tuned, the ride’s just starting!

Peace > Love < Fuk the borders.

released October 20, 2025

Artwork by MARU303

Tunes mastered by pan SIMI (exept ctrtl Freq, Dj Skull Vomit, sсottish gabber punk, Junglinskiy)

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Dj Skull Vomit - Everywhere

Chapter IV “Event Horizon Collapse”


Return Signal

For a moment, it felt like victory.

The Anthem had united millions. Creator drones fell. Fleets reclaimed orbit. Survivors dared to whisper a forbidden word again, hope.


Then came the return signal.


A ripple spread through space, not light or sound, but a vibration that made stars flicker and blood boil. Sensors flagged it as background radiation… until the readings inverted.


Dormant black holes began to breathe.

Event horizons expanded like lungs exhaling annihilation.

Reality itself started to rewrite from the inside out.


The Great Folding


Universe 11 fell first. Its suns dimmed. Orbits warped. Entire fleets were dragged backward into nothing.


The Harrowguard tried to flee, but gravity had turned against them.

The Creators no longer needed armies, they could tilt reality.


Planets folded in half, their crusts peeling like pages before dissolving into the dark.

Final transmissions ended mid word:

“We’re falling, up”

Then silence.


Fractured Fleet


The remaining universes locked down.

Half their forces defended what was left of the living; the rest investigated the collapse.


Commander Serin Vahl, hero of the Siege of Caladrex, led the Eclipse Meridian into the distortion fields near Universe 10’s edge.


Gravity flowed sideways.

Time fractured like glass.

Stars bled colors no eye had ever seen.


At the center: something alive.

A Creator Engine, a machine larger than galaxies, humming in impossible silence.


It was rewriting existence, erasing entire histories in seconds.

Vahl ordered full recordings before contact was lost.

Those frequencies later became the foundation of the song “Event Horizon Collapse,” translating gravitational distortion into rhythm.


Graviton War


When the Harrowguard broadcast the data, the sound itself became destructive.

Planets shook apart under the bass frequencies of collapsing gravity.


Scientists called it Resonant Stabilization.

Soldiers called it Praying with Noise.

They played the Anthem constantly during battle, hoping it could hold reality together for a few seconds longer.


But the truth was clear:

The Creators weren’t fighting anymore.

They were erasing the board.


Cmdr Vahl’s Last Message


Three days after contact was lost, the Eclipse Meridian’s final transmission arrived, audio only, no visuals.

A trembling voice beneath the hum of distortion:


“We’ve seen it. The machine isn’t making war, it’s deleting memory, thought, history itself.

If anyone hears this… don’t look into the light. Save what you can. Hide it. Before the collapse reaches your skies.”


Then came the Harrowlight signal, warped, slowed, still human.

It became known as The Mourning Pulse, the first universal requiem.


By the time it faded, only eight universes remained.

The Harrowguard withdrew to deep orbit fortresses, their anthem reduced to static and whispers.


From the last transmission, the orphaned girl’s voice returned, older now, hardened by loss:


“If they erase us, we’ll rewrite ourselves.

This isn’t extinction.

This is reinvention.”


And thus began The War Protocol, the final defiance, a desperate plan to turn the Creators’ own machines against them.



Event Horizon Collapse

"Vocês vão ouvir a 'tradução' deles. O #synthpop de merda. A versão 'Cold War' polida que o 'casal margarina' 'traficou' do nosso HD."

"Eles acharam que podiam 'traduzir' a nossa fúria."

"Eles estavam errados pra caralho."

"Isto é o 'Origins: REFORGED'. Estas são as 11 faixas originais. O código-fonte. A porra das demos como elas deviam ter soado. O ódio cru, o barulho que eles tentaram apagar."

"Isto não é o 'Origins'. É o 'Origins' Reforjado na porra da nossa garagem, com metal, ódio e sete cordas. Incluindo o 'tapa na cara' #Bro (BRO'S FUNERAL MARCH (REST IN PISS)) que eles achavam que estava enterrado."

"Eles têm a 'tradução'. A gente tem a porra da verdade." #TimeTraducao #TimeBarulho | "You're going to hear their 'translation'. The shitty #synthpop. The polished 'Cold War' version that the 'margarine couple' 'smuggled' from our hard drive."

"They thought they could 'translate' our fury."

"They were dead wrong."

"This is 'Origins: REFORGED'. These are the 11 original tracks. The source code. The fucking demos as they should have sounded. The raw hatred, the noise they tried to erase."

"This isn't 'Origins'. It's 'Origins' Reforged in our fucking garage, with metal, hatred and seven strings. Including the 'slap in the face' (BRO'S FUNERAL MARCH (REST IN PISS)) that they thought was buried."

"They have the 'translation'. We have the fucking truth." #TranslationTime #TimeScream

Bro's Funeral March (Rest In Piss)

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