Warning: these cosmic shrooms and bass lines may rewire your brain.
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Page 1 – The Stirring Lattice
Dawn in the Glimmer-Spore Forest is never heralded by sun or bird. Instead, the hourless twilight quivers as if someone plucked the very fabric of space, and every pale mushroom cap shivers in sympathy. Hylra — a cartographer of forbidden sound-currents — knelt among the giant stems, tracing hummingbands that pulsed beneath the soil like veins beneath translucent skin.

The first tremor arrived as a gentle thump, felt more in bone than ear. Mycelial threads glowed amber, sketching shifting glyphs that sank and resurfaced, inviting decipherment. Hylra’s breath misted violet; each exhale hatched motes of bioluminescence that clung to her cloak in constellations.

A voice without language spoke in her chest: Step inward. As the ground swelled, a bridge of root-glass unfurled, rising from the loam in spirals. Two spectral serpents of star-smoke twined along its railings, weaving Mobius loops that warped perspective. With a thrill equal parts dread and wonder, Hylra crossed the Spore-Bridge into sky that was neither above nor below.

Page 2 – Corridors of Nebular Pollen
Upwards became sideways; sideways blurred to everywhere. The bridge dissolved mid-stride, yet Hylra did not fall. She floated down an endless corridor scaffolded from suspended droplets of liquid prism. Each droplet mirrored impossible vistas: a desert of singing mirrors; a moonlit bay where waves rolled backward; a marketplace where thoughts were traded in glass jars.

Choosing one vision threatened to strand her there. She steadied her mind by humming the root-pulse she had mapped all her life — a rhythm she now realised was the heartbeat of the forest itself. The droplets answered, shifting hue in sympathetic resonance. A vast portal irised open ahead, rimmed by petal-thin crescents of pure ultraviolet.

Beyond lay a cathedral shaped from interlocked mushroom caps the size of zeppelins. Spores drifted like snow, each flake beating a sub-audible note. Hylra touched the threshold; the spores ignited into a swirling choir. Their harmonies weren’t sung but grown, blooming into chords that skipped her ears and seeded directly in memory. The cathedral accepted her footsteps with echoing kindness.
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Continues on the website & if you're into manga, there's manga depictions of the story!
https://grasspatchbum.com/2025/06/11/chronicles-of-the-apex-cap/

Chronicles of the Apex Cap

COUP DE FOUDRE D.P.O

DJ Rascal - Ghost In The Bassline

track list: https://www.beatport.com/chart/energymaker-on-spectrum-on-air-radio-210925/865500

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Energymaker on Spectrum On Air Vol.123, IMFDO 00146, 21.09.2025

Cold Feet beta

P. Tjoy Techno

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My dj session Energymaker on Spectrum On Air radio www.spectrumonair.com
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show is repeated Thursdays 9 p.m (GMT) and Fridays 1 a.m (GMT)!
More techno, less drama! 


Energymaker on Spectrum On Air Vol.124, IMFDO 00147, 28.09.2025

Trippy music video : https://youtu.be/w2hUcPYG7dE

Peak‑time pressure + hypnotic grooves in a psychedelic sci‑fi visual trip.
Hard techno meets raw/deep hypnosis—warehouse energy in 4K.
Driving kicks, rolling bass, and a desert dream that won’t let go.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
I. The Door That Breathes Spores

At the rim of the desert stood a seam in the air, hairline and luminous, like a scar that learned to exhale. When it sighed, motes unfurled into the dusk—opal dust and spore‑light that arranged itself into shy constellations. The seam smelled of rain that could not remember where it fell.

Aneleth arrived without footsteps. Their feet left no mark by design; their kind, the Mneme‑walkers, were sworn not to bruise the hours beneath them. Aneleth’s body was a study in glass and vellum: skin the color of quiet dawn, thin enough to show the rivers of gold filament that ran like patient lightning under the surface. Along the throat, a translucent veil fluttered—a gill‑lace that drank aroma and rumor. The eyes were coin‑bright and slow‑turning, with irises that gathered starlight, folded it, and kept it as a kindness for later.

They wore a mantle of mycelial silk grown in moon‑dark gardens, the threads still alive, still remembering the tunnels from which they had been coaxed. On Aneleth’s left wrist slept a ring of living wire—the Thread, a compliant serpent of gold that could smell distance the way others smell smoke.

Aneleth placed an open palm upon the seam. The air learned their shape. Spores swept forward like a soft tide, mapping the fingers, the lifelines, the old scars of vows kept and nearly broken. The seam widened, not as a door does, but as a thought does when it finds its opposite. Hyperfine cracks spread, diverged, and converged again in a lattice that suggested both invitation and correction.

“Let me in,” said Aneleth in the language of mineral patience.

The seam spoke back in fern breath: Come in if you can accept the arithmetic of forgetting.

Aneleth had come for that arithmetic. The Dunes of Liquid Memory waited beyond the seam, and somewhere inside those dunes lay the promise they once made in the Dark Orchard—the promise the desert had taken as collateral and never returned.

They stepped through. The seam stitched itself closed with a surgeon’s certainty, and silence rearranged its furniture to make room.

II. The Glass Dunes and Their Blooming Sigils

The desert was not sand so much as the idea of sand persuaded into matter. Each dune was a slope of congealed recollection, liquefying and resolidifying on its own clock. The grains were translucent and full of tiny occlusions—faces, gestures, half‑remembered weather. When the wind moved, the dunes flowed in slow currents, as if all memory wanted to be water but had first to practice being glass.

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Dunes of Liquid Memory | Liquid Music Video @ YouTube

[Verse]
Put a spell on you
In my bag of tricks
Turn you into goo
Pickin' up sticks

[Prechorus]
Count to three

[Chorus]
I'm the Halloween Queen
In the scariest dreams
I know just what you need
The Queen of Halloween


[Verse]
When the season's change
The dead come out to play
And they sing
Hail to the Halloween queen
I heard your
Spirit's not as clean
As you claim
And they sing
Hail to the Halloween queen

[Chorus]
Hail to the Halloween queen
Halloween queen
Hail to the Halloween queen
Halloween queen
Hail to the Halloween queen
Halloween queen
Hail to the Halloween queen
Halloween queen

[Verse 2]
When you take your final breath
Will you smile
Or feel regret?
What will you see
When you face the Halloween queen?
In the cold
Or in the light?
Will you cower
Or will you fight?
Will you feel relief
When you meet the Halloween queen?

[Chorus]
Hail to the Halloween queen
Halloween queen
Hail to the Halloween queen
Halloween queen
Hail to the Halloween queen
Halloween queen
Hail to the Halloween queen
Halloween queen

[Outro]
In the cold
Or in the light?
Will you cower
Or will you fight?
Will you feel relief
When you meet the Halloween queen?
When you take your final breath
Will you smile
Or feel regret?
What will you see
When you face the Halloween queen?
When the seasons change
The dead come out to play
And they sing
Hail to the Halloween queen

HALLOWEEN QUEEN

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Need change - going into the depths.

Techno, Trance, Psytech, Psytrance, and other liquid psychedelic music is where I'm the happiest but I do love a lot of Latin, Tribal, Trip Hop, Lofi, Chillhop so occasionally I'll release something off-beat.

------ Past-Tense Shenanigans ------

Born in the dust-filled vibes of a ‘90s apartment, Grass Patch Bum started spinning records back when vinyl was king and internet cafes were revolutionary. Armed with a crate of vinyl, Grass Patch Bum dived headfirst into underground raves and sweaty house parties, learning the art of blending beats on turntables and (eventually) the "futuristic" CDJs. But the journey didn't stop there.

After taking a hiatus to dive into the world of FL Studio and dissect the mechanics of production, Grass Patch Bum came back stronger, with a repertoire of original sounds and the technical chops to match. Fast forward, and they've turned dancefloors upside down from Thailand to Vietnam, Bali to the heart of Europe. Now, powered by Ableton Live and a creative arsenal that refuses to stay in one genre, Grass Patch Bum weaves sonic journeys that blend groove, grit, and just a sprinkle of nostalgia for the good ol' days.

Catch him live for a taste of nostalgia, modern beats, Latin grooves, electronic melodies, and a wide range of liquid sounds. Whether it's a tropical beach in Thailand or an underground club in Berlin, Grass Patch Bum brings thems booty movements like no other.