2 Door Coupe [prod. elpupper & Max Frost]

SAFE WITH ME

Scarface - I Seen A Man Die (4 Hero Remix)

When the fracture split the vacuum, the chrono-compass snapped to 174.
Courier-pilot Saint VII tightened the straps and slid into the seam of the cosmos. Inside, space moved like a staircase: every two beats a new level, every third an ironic wink from fate. Bass wasn’t sound but ore—mined with a swing-pick, packed into crates by layers, tagged with sharp breaks in the pattern so the route wouldn’t be lost.

On the far side waited the black market of gravity. They didn’t sell fuel there, only knots of rhythm: quick punches, toothy wobbles, strobe-lit syncopes—fresh, predatory, a little cocky. Saint VII slices time into slivers, flips the riff mid-flight, throws right-angle turns that leave the time inspectors grabbing a silent bar instead of evidence.

Landing: the platform of the dance floor. Containers open—and orange impulses surge out.
A short hit—“here,” a reply—“there,” the mocking sub clings to ribs and marches the room up a ladder of breaks—every eight bars a new turn, closer, rougher, bolder. Hands rise, air trembles, and time—embarrassed—pulls a reload: the same motif, louder and straighter to the chest.

Galactic Fracture is contraband geometry of rhythm: a raider’s log that brings back not fear from the cracks, but the urge to jump. Every track is a new step, every break a portal, every pause a sight line.
DEEPNAS logged the signal. Saint VII returned intact—so we can dive back into the rift.

Saint VII - Current Value

at first ive just wanted to remake dj marky's mix from his set in cluj-napoca 2024, but then i kept messing with it until a remix came out

Adam F - Circles (remix)

Collapse is the moment when the system understands it can’t lie to itself anymore.

Bodrak isn’t telling a “crashed and came back stronger” story. It’s something else: this is overload. A person holds it together way too long, swallows everything, never shows weakness — and suddenly the lock inside just blows. The pressure isn’t from the outside, not from society, not from games of ideology. It’s the body and the mind saying: limit reached.

The sound on Collapse is a recording of that break from the inside. The low end presses the way blood hammers in your ears. The percussion stutters like your hands shaking when you’re trying to keep control and can’t. The high layers hiss like that ring in your head after a week without sleep. It’s not hysteria and it’s not heroism. It’s a clinical record of the moment you snap.

Paperfunk Recordings presents Bodrak — Collapse. This isn’t about rescue. This is about saying the break out loud.

Adam F - Circles (remix)

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