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Fauna

Devotion

“Lost Empire” by Minimalist Re-Born is a dark, hypnotic journey through minimal grooves and cinematic textures.
I also recognized the vocal in the house track “Felt It” by BACOLE (released January 2025) likely sourced from Loopmasters or SoundBetter.
A powerful, mysterious track. Best enjoyed loud. 🎧🔥

(by Rosario Simeoli) Thank you!



Lost Empire

Isreal Vich-Closure (House Rework)

Beatport Pre Release date: 5th September 2025

BSV39 - Resilient - 29 Days (Original Mix) -> SNIPPET

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Can you hear the ibex whispering beneath the bass?
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Whisper of the Hollow Ibex
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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: 
https://grasspatchbum.com/2025/07/30/whisper-of-the-hollow-ibex/

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Whisper of the Hollow Ibex

NO STRINGS

Overall, “Watch Out” is a clean and well-produced progressive/minimal piece that manages to balance energy and subtlety. It works perfectly as a warm-up track, but at the same time has enough strength to stand out even in a peak-time set, depending on how it’s placed. Definitely a promising preview of what awaits us with the new Album Cyberholic. 

(Comment by Rosario Simeoli)

Cyberholic

Watch out

InfraTouch-Fluxbone [Mutant Rebels]

What's done is done

TRACKLIST :
1.	Dharma (Original Mix) – Lucéfora
2.	Wrapped With Clouds (Original Mix) - Greg Ochman
3.	Pomelo (Original Mix) - Double Touch
4.	Gospel - Diass
5.	Mutbenret (Original Mix) - Serious Dancers
6.	Meet Me at the Cascades (Original Mix)	 - Coeo
7.	Om Ritam Namah - Kaöb, AKASHA MX
8.	Moving Mountains - Marley Hughes
9.	Slave to the String (Original Mix) - Lee Burridge & Lost Desert
10.	Harmonies (Original Mix) - Alex Lo Faro, M-Sol DEEP
11.	Hermosa (Original Mix) - Facundo Mohrr, Polo
12.	We Will Dance Again (Original Mix) - Shai T

Synchrodestiny Session

Meditative tracks with more than 2 hours mix...

A meditative, spacey journey (part 4)

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Need change - going harder.

Techno, Trance, Psytech, Psytrance, and other liquid psychedelic music is where I'm the happiest but I do love a lot of Latin, Tribal, 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.