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Peak‑time techno with rolling bass and a trance‑kissed lift.
Hypnotic lines, heavy kick—deep warehouse pressure.
Dark to euphoric in one ascent—driving melodic techno.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
The night forest wore the moon like a needle. Pale light stitched from branch to branch, fastening leaf to leaf, turning dew into a lace of cold fire. Beneath that careful seamwork stood a traveler who was not born but assembled—woven out of comet silk, lark‑black shadow, and the quiet intelligence of mycelium. The traveler’s name was Vaelith, though names here were less like labels and more like roots: buried, drinking deep, feeding leaves farther away than anyone could see.

Vaelith’s eyes were slow spirals of silver, rotating once for yes, twice for no, and three times when questions were too complex for a single answer. A braid of pale moss lay across their shoulder; it pulsed softly, an extra heart given by the understory. From the traveler’s waist hung an oval shard of fused stardust—meteor glass—which warmed whenever a path wanted to be found.

That night the glass began to thrum like a low tide in the bones. The shard lifted, not by string or charm but by fondness, and spread a hairline beam across the leaf litter. The light was thin and precise, like a thread the moon had misplaced and now asked Vaelith to return.

They stepped forward. The mossy braid stirred, tasting the air, and the forest answered by re‑arranging itself with hospitality: roots angled to make steps; mushrooms turned their luminous caps to guide; ferns bowed in a rustle that meant we’ve been expecting you. Distant trunks clicked together the way stones do after speech, and the meteor glass kept humming.

As Vaelith walked, soft lanterns rose—small colonies of caps with gills that glowed a psilocybin blue, then shifted into LSD‑bright filaments that crossed the trail like sutures in living skin. The threads did not tie anything down; they held it in a promise. Overhead, branches met in arcs that had never seen architecture and yet produced it, a natural vault where owls wore masks of DMT‑geometry, feather‑tips repeating the same perfect triangle, smaller and smaller, until the pattern fell inward like a whisper.

A figure waited at the mouth of the first clearing: humanoid in the way a tree is humanoid only when the wind persuades it. Limbs were slender cambium, veneer polished by moonlight. Eyes: two slow pools of resin. Antlers: not antlers, but growing scrolls of polished bark carved by termites into filigree. It bowed with the patience of old rainfall.

“Loom‑kin,” Vaelith said, their voice a weave of low breath and the click of beetle shells. The resin eyes brightened.

“I am Soresyn of the Canopy, tender to the seam that holds this world together,” the being said. “The moon has placed thread in your keeping. Something is unraveling beyond my reach.”

The meteor glass hummed harder. Vaelith lifted it, and inside the shard swam a map that wasn’t a map—not inked lines but living filaments drifting as if underwater. They nudged one, and it laid itself along a path only the forest could see.

“Speak of the unraveling,” Vaelith said.

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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.