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Hypnotic melodic techno with deep, driving grooves—immerse in a 4K trip.
Peak‑time energy meets euphoric synths—melodic techno for midnight minds.
Progressive, hypnotic, euphoric—melodic techno in ultra‑real 4K.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
When the spores fell like slow, glowing snow, Velith felt the ground inhale.

The breath came up through her soles, through the filament webs in her ankles and the hollow bones of her calves, like warm wind traveling a flute. She stood in a valley of caps—towering mushrooms with gills as wide as amphitheaters—and listened to the soil trying to remember a song it had not yet learned how to sing. The caps glinted with dew as precise as scales on a dragon’s eyelid; the stems were as pale as the inside of moonstone. Beyond the valley, dunes rose and fell in curves so clean they looked calculated, each ripple etched by winds that loved geometry. The locals called those curves the DMT dunes, because the sand grains stored Dimensional Memory Threads; if you pressed your ear to them, you could hear directions whispering to themselves.

Velith was not born of flesh, not in the way moss-lions or cloud-whales were. She was a Lumenari, woven of hyphal glass and cooled lightning. Her skin was translucent, shot through with capillaries of light; when she moved, the glow braided and unbraided in quiet patterns. Four arms—two slender, two strong—hung from her shoulders; each wrist wore a fan of cilia that drank the world and tasted it for path. Her face was all facets, a collage of panes like carved LSD glass—Laminated Spectral Dreamglass—grown in the fungus forges under frost. Where the rest of her kind charted constellations in the sky, Velith charted constellations on the ground. She was a pathwright.

And she had come to the valley for a rumor.

Somewhere in these lands, it was said, there existed a place where paths were not inert; where they could shrug off the obedience of stones and learn to walk, to choose, to wander. Old myths named it the Ambulatory, or the Gaitseed Garden, or more simply: Where Paths Learn to Walk. The maps grown by the Conclave had no coordinates for it. That struck Velith as perfect. A place about walking should resist being found by standing still and pointing.

She waited for night to finish the business of opening itself. The caps exhaled phosphorescence; in their breath, Velith saw languages. Not words, exactly—more like tendencies. A curve in the air that suggested a corridor. A fold in the dark implying a door. She stepped forward, and the valley stepped aside.

The Cobalt Threshold

The corridor did not tunnel through earth. It grew from it: a hallway of hyphae the color of twilight embers, arched and ribbed, slick with dew that smelled of mint and thunder. As Velith entered, the walls altered themselves to her stride. Threads tugged loose and braided again to match the way her ankles flicked; ridges unfurled to catch her footfalls and set them gently down. The corridor was a listener.

Glyphs awakened along the arch, lighting one by one as if noticing her. They were not letters. They were senses written down—the taste of iron on a split lip, the soft weight of pollen on a tongue, the relief of stepping from heat into shade. 

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A sonic journey through spacious, atmospheric landscapes. The track stands out for its masterful use of synthesizers and electronic percussion by the skilled hands of Minimalist Re-Born, creating a perfect balance between engaging rhythms and ethereal melodies. It reminds me of Blanco Noir’s ‘Nebula Vibes’ and Maginary’s ‘Supone’.
(by Rosario Simeoli)

Out Of Nowhere

00 Forest Swords - Crow (Ambient Air Mix)
01 Not Waving - Redacted 8
02 SHXCXCHCXSH - llttttttlll
03 Lee Gamble - Helicopter
04 F Ingers - Tantrum Time
05 Ruffhouse - Straight 9's
06 Oake - Hélicorde
07 Ancient Methods - Moonset
08 The broda - I'm Afraid
09 Dalhous - A Communion with These People
10 The Haxan Cloak - Miste
11 Oake - Sehtohree Diin Chromtas Vehns
12 Overlook - Former Self
13 Pessimist - New Age (Original Mix)
14 ASC - Begin Again
15 Dead Melodies - Age of Rest
16 Wynardtage - A Flicker Of Hope

TransparentMind | No Matter What So Ever

Ambient Aura

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Hypnotic, peak‑time drive—let the fold pull the horizon closer.
Warehouse tension, melodic release. Ride the hypnotic current.
A deep techno portal: steady pulse, cinematic lift, zero fluff.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Folds in the Horizon

I. The Pleat That Begins the World
The horizon in the country of Lysara was not a line. It was a garment: pleated, hemmed, basted with light. On dawnless nights—when the sky refused to choose a color—the folds breathed like the chest of some sleeping titan. Valleys rose where a crease deepened; seas settled where a tuck relaxed. It was the work of the Foldweavers to keep those seams from unspooling.

Nerith was a Foldweaver by birth and a Cartogram by vow. No one in Lysara was simply one thing. Nerith’s body was a lattice of spore-silk and glassy tendon, translucent enough that starlight could write notes along the bones. A corona of minute fungi circled their head like a slow storm, gills opening and closing with thoughts. When they spoke, the words arrived as soft contrails of light that took a few heartbeats to evaporate.

They lived within a city that looked like a polished conch and sounded like footprints on snow. Streets curved and returned to themselves; stairs curled inward like a spiral galaxy. In every house, a brass aperture faced the horizon so residents could watch the world being folded, refolded, hemmed again.

On the night the trouble began, every aperture turned opaque at once. The garment of the world shivered. A pleat near the western reach—called the Farthest Pleat—slackened. Wind forgot which way to go. Birds of glass, which only flew along the strain of a seam, dropped and drifted like ash.

Nerith’s fungi-storm thrummed with tiny vowels. The Mycelial Conclave kindled a beam to the high vault, summoning the Order. Inside the summoning light, glyphs poured like silver rain—edicts, coordinates, a single imperative: Refasten the Farthest Pleat; carry the bone-chime that rings by not ringing.

Nerith cupped the unchime, a loop of fossilized marrow that kept silence so deep it seemed to pull echoes toward it and dissolve them. It was said that if the unchime were ever struck, it would end the practice of distance. Valleys would be elbows; skies would be knees. No one had ever been that lonely or that brave.

Beyond the city, the first path waited: a plain of lampcaps, mushrooms tall as obelisks, their caps lacquered with frost-fire. Each lampcap was a custodian of one word. If you strung their words in order, you could read your fortune and mislay your fear.

Nerith set out.

II. Lampcaps and the Grammar of Roads
The lampcaps woke as Nerith approached—first a pulse like a heart, then a voice like a bell under lakewater. Mycelial whiskers teased the air and inscribed rings around Nerith’s ankles. The road revealed itself in syllables.

“Step,” murmured the first lampcap.
“Lightly,” said the second.
“Carry,” the third.
“Nothing,” the fourth.
“On,” breathed the fifth, “your name.”

Nerith’s fungi-crown shivered agreement. On nights of Lumen Spiral Drift—the elders abbreviated it as L.S.D.—the air braided itself into ribbons of tactile light.

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Folds in the Horizon

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Lonya - Chimpanzees (Radio Mix) - Asymmetric Recordings

EP con dos cortes y dos mezclas que combinan electrónica con energía de club y la voz de Esperanza Sureda mezclada con delays y texturas.
Grabación y mezcla: Sill
Esperanza Sureda voces en Absent Within
Artwork Joan Garau


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Absent Within feat. Esperanza Sureda


Gaboom is a journey through rhythm, pulse, and deep emotion — where tribal roots meet modern electronic textures.
Built around hypnotic grooves, warm percussion, and cinematic synths, the album connects the organic and the digital — like a ritual translated into sound.

Each track evolves slowly, guided by tension and release, echoing the raw soul of Afro House with a refined, underground identity.
It’s not just about movement — it’s about presence, connection, and the energy that rises when rhythm becomes language.

Gaboom is not a name — it’s a vibration.

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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.

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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.

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