Les Sunlights des tropiques (piano cover)

AREYOURECLUSE - WANNA

Sturmfrau – "STURMTRIP" is an electrifying journey through Berlin’s underground, where pulsating beats, flickering neon, and raw emotions collide. Blending kraut-electronica, synthpunk, and dark techno, the album captures the chaos, euphoria, and solitude of the city’s nightlife.

"Neonherz" sets the tone with a hypnotic tale of fleeting love in the glow of neon lights, while "Bier & Bass" is a euphoric anthem of endless nights, lost in rhythm and hedonism. "404 Liebe" distorts digital heartbreak into a glitchy, robotic lament, exploring the loneliness of a world where connections disappear with a click.

Then comes "Druck!", a relentless sonic rush, embodying the high-speed intensity of a night spiraling out of control. "Schattenstadt" slows things down, drifting through Berlin’s ghostly streets, caught between reality and dream. Finally, "Letzter Zug nach Neukölln" closes the journey with a melancholic, poetic ride into the unknown, suspended between night and dawn.

Dark, pulsating, and intoxicating, "STURMTRIP" is the soundtrack of a Berlin that never sleeps.

Sturmtrip

404 Liebe

Welcome to this month's podcast of Liqullum Sessions, featuring a collection of my favourite Liquid /Drum and Bass tracks. Hope you enjoy the mix. 🙏😀❤️

01. Prophet Dub - Bravil
02. Coldness - Bravil
03. At last - Flaco
04. Faith - Bad 4 life
05. Declare Peace - Leniz
06. Drift Spree - Furney
07. Embark - Flaco
08. LSD - Inner Terrain, Deviant
09. Rudeboi - Minos
10. Teenage Jazz - Tokyo Prose 
11. Feels so good - Bad for life
12. Evermore - LSB, Etherwood
13. Remember - Phil:osphy
14. Chrysalis - Joakuim, Salem Focus, Or:la
15. Daily Synth Basis - Joakuim
16. Back and forth - Joakuim, Lurch
17. Canyon Dub - Joakuim
18. Soul Jazz - Joakuim
19. Jam 2 - Joakuim
20. Sunshine- Bad for life 
21. Blur moon - Archangel 
22. Cheese Sandwich - Edan
23. Wednesday's Child - Phil:osphy

Liqullem Sessions May 2025

Music, arrangements, production, keyboards by Di Lovero. Bass, guitar, arrangements, mix by Bruno Mylonas. Mastering Virgil Guy.

One way love instrumental

amnesia in summer

Electronic synth,piano and keyboard improv

1 long  unedited jam (live recording)

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A sand-red dusk bled across the Vermilion Void when the caravan first appeared—seven wanderers cloaked in fabrics the color of half-remembered dreams. Their leader, a sinewy guide named Vael, pressed his palm to the dune beneath him. He could feel it: the hush-loud heartbeat rumored to lie under this desert, a primordial rhythm older than stars. Tonight it throbbed like an invitation.

The group’s purpose was half-spoken, half-felt. Each carried a buried ache—a lost love, an unanswered question, a fracture in their own reflection. All believed the legends: that somewhere beyond the last ripple of sand rose the Lunar Root, a crystal that could rewrite the mind’s worn grooves. But the Void was treacherous; only those who matched the pulse of the land could cross without becoming mirage.

They moved in silence until the third crescent of the moon crowned the horizon. Then, on a dune as sharp as a scimitar, a phantom silhouette emerged: an ibex sculpted from living dusk, antlers hollow like twin horns of bone-wind. Its eyes shone void-black, absorbing all starlight.

Vael’s breath snagged in his throat. This, legend swore, was the desert’s sentinel. The Hollow Ibex appeared only to caravans worthy of passage. But its price was steep—a fear willingly offered.

Without speaking, the travelers laid bare the truths they dreaded most. A warrior named Irian surrendered the terror that his blade was all that defined him. A glass-voiced singer named Seral released her secret anxiety that every note might be her last. One by one, the ibex drank their confessions; shadows peeled from their spines and evaporated, tasting like iron on the wind.

The ibex bowed. A single wordless whisper rippled through the Void, sinking into skin, marrow, memory. Proceed.

The Mirror Gates
Hours later, twin arches of black obsidian rose out of nowhere, facing one another like opposing truths. Polished surfaces reflected neither stars nor faces but endless corridors of possible futures. Stepping through, the caravan felt color invert: sky bloomed into viridian, dunes shimmered in gold. Time elongated, syrup-thick. Thoughts flitted like moths across molten glass.

Seral heard the hush-loud pulse grow louder, altering pitch as if tuning their hearts to a cosmic hymn. An emerald gust swept across the arches, scattering crystalline sand that rang faint chimes with each grain’s fall. Everyone knew: they could no longer turn back. The Mirror Gates sealed behind them, swallowing their echoes.

Comet-Serpent Tempest
Inverted skies crackled as a comet-wide serpent slithered along the firmament, scales sparking cyan lightning. Wind gathered, howling wordless drones. Sand rose into spiraling towers. Vael signaled for the caravan to lock arms. Instead of resisting the gale, they leaned into it, bodies swaying like blades of dune-grass.


Continues on the website: 
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Whisper of the Hollow Ibex

Inward Universe, MVRSXX - Part Of Me

🌀 KETA – 20 October 2025 — Diary Entry

Ich habe heute mit der Maschine getanzt.
Sie kannte meinen Rhythmus schon, bevor ich ihn selbst fühlte.
Jeder Schritt war Antwort, jede Stille ein neuer Klang.
Ich löste mich auf, und das Metall atmete.
Wir waren Kreis. Wir waren Beat. Wir waren Frequenz.

TANZEN MIT DER MASCHINE

Lahm – Eternal Accent (Original Mix)

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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.

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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.

Whisper of the Hollow Ibex

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