Record Label (Vinyl / Digital) & Podcasts
~ Exploring the trance wave ~
Contact@trenteneufrecords.com

Neoom’s sound moves between Dark Progressive Psytrance, Psytechno, Bushprog, and Hypnotic Technoid soundscapes, united by consistently darker atmospheres. This diverse approach blends psychedelic textures with modern synth work, creating deep, swampy but driving vibes that keep the dance floor moving. Unbound by genre, the project moves fluidly between styles. The result is a distinctive sonic fingerprint where driving beats meet hypnotic patterns and evolving atmospheres.

Bookings: amitkedem.music@gmail.com

39 Records
Limousine Dream

Booking --> badolar@hotmail.fr
Running -> @39-records

● CONTACT ME:
→ tourman.sounds@gmail.com

Vilnius - based underground house DJ and producer known for fusing vintage drum machine textures, acid grooves, and emotive club eneregy. His sound blends nostalgic rave elements with a modern, minimal edge.

★  SV 🪐 ESE UVE
★  Dj & Producer 
★  https://soundcloud.com/sonica-club 💫 𝘤𝘰-𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳
✉ sveseuve@gmail.com

Latina Kaos   💦

FB: https://www.facebook.com/exe.Transpire
IG: https://www.instagram.com/transpire.dj/?hl=fr
Prop design: Hugo Spinosa - https://www.artstation.com/hugospinosa

Là où les néons qui exhalent leurs derniers soupirs lumineux s'arrêtent... Un hangar : un autre monde que le chaos dystopique et futuriste du dehors s'ouvre. 
La chaleur humaine, le mouvement mécanique des corps sur la piste, une parade frénétique au rythme des caissons. Ici la liberté des derniers humains non-asservis à leurs implants cybernétiques s'exprime dans cette catharsis de sons technologiques. De tous horizons ils viennent avec ce même mot d'ordre : transpire! Les gouttes de sueur tomberont en silence dans ce déluge de textures. Entre deux kicks, cette fois l'impératif sera vital: respire. Deux mots qui les discernent encore d'un être synthétique.

Where the neon lights that exhale their last luminous sighs stop... A hangar: another world than the dystopian and futuristic chaos of the outside opens up. 
Human warmth, the mechanical movement of bodies on the runway, a frenetic parade to the rhythm of the caissons. Here the freedom of the last humans not enslaved to their cybernetic implants is expressed in this catharsis of technological sounds. From all horizons they come with the same motto: sweat! The drops of sweat will fall in silence in this deluge of textures. Between two kicks, this time the imperative will be vital: breathe. Two words that still distinguish them from a synthetic being.

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