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Move Like a Grub [TOP G RECORDS]

ElektRoman The Biomind creates electronic music in Berlin, Germany. Former member of the music projects Radar (R.A.D.A.R.), Biominds, Moonraver and Art Of House. Now, a member of the Music For Cars music collective.

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DJ AV1 is a passionate music producer whose love for technology and music, combined with a deep fascination for electronic sounds and melodies, led him to pursue his career in the world of music production. Drawing inspiration from House, Progressive House, and various Latin genres, he has developed a distinctive style that resonates with listeners around the world. Known for his atmospheric beats and captivating synth work, DJ AV1 has a keen sense of rhythm and energy and is quickly gaining recognition as an emerging talent in the electronic music scene.
DJ AV1 aspires to create unforgettable sounds that stir emotions and captivate the hearts of listeners worldwide.

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A fusion of electronic and literary experiments. https://vividbluesun.wordpress.com/

The Mad Effect est un beatmaker français 100 % indépendant basé en Haute-Savoie. Il produit des instrumentales hip-hop old school et boom bap aux sonorités brutes et jazzy, dans l’esprit du hip-hop des années 90. Il s’aventure aussi dans un univers plus doux avec des productions lofi.
 
The Mad Effect is a 100% independent French beatmaker based in Haute-Savoie. He crafts old school hip-hop and boom bap instrumentals with raw, jazzy vibes, echoing the spirit of 90s hip-hop. He also explores a softer side through mellow lofi productions. 

Drum and Bass/Dubstep EDM Producer 
I Work and have a passion for IT but to produce for full time work would be a true dream. <3
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Bass-driven electronic project blending techno, progressive, and future acid. Known for immersive soundscapes and heavy low-end, Kik Science delivers transmissions built for the floor and the circuit.

Each release and set channels atmosphere ∴ intensity ∴ precision — shaping the underground frequency.

Label: Sub Sync Records (@subsyncrecords)
Affiliates: G-Mafia Records (São Paulo) ⌖ Mustache Crew (Brazil) ⌖ Galactic Bamboo
SSR HQ: @subsyncrecords
Axis: YYC ⇌ BER

◉ Our story continues…

The stars had dissolved into pale threads of light, bending endlessly around them. Driftspace was never silent; it hummed—low, unstable, alive. Neon pressed her hand against the bulkhead, feeling the vibration pass through her skin like a second pulse.

“We bought time,” Thorne said, hands moving across the helm. “But the Vantoth won’t stay scattered for long. They’ll recalibrate, triangulate our echo. Mystica’s reach doesn’t end at the corridor.”

Neon studied him. His voice was too calm, the same way it had been when he bluffed the cascade. She hated how convincing he sounded—even to her.

“What aren’t you telling me?” she asked.

Thorne hesitated. His eyes flicked to the navigation screen, where a single glyph burned faintly in the corner: ∴.

“That’s not a drift marker,” Neon whispered. “It’s a seal.”

Thorne nodded once. “Old code. Buried before the wars. Coranthium doesn’t just power ships, Neon—it opens gates. If Mystica wanted it, it’s because they’ve found the lattice.”

Her stomach dropped. The lattice. A myth, or so she thought—an interlocked network of corridors between sectors, some stable, some collapsing. Legends said the ancients locked it to prevent entire systems from folding into each other.

“And you… you have the key?” she pressed.

Thorne’s hands stilled. The hum of driftspace grew louder, or maybe it was just the pounding of her heart.

“Not the key,” he said finally. “A shard.”

Before she could respond, the console flickered. The ∴ seal pulsed once—twice—then spread across the screen like veins of light. Driftspace around them warped, folding inward.

“They found us,” Neon breathed.

“No,” Thorne said, jaw tightening. “Someone else did.”

The ship shuddered violently. Outside, driftspace cracked like glass, revealing a sphere of impossible color—a station, suspended where no station should exist, thrumming with signals older than their war, older than Mystica.

The shard in Thorne’s hand glowed to life, resonating with the fractured seal.

“Welcome to the lattice,” he muttered.

Move Like a Grub [TOP G RECORDS]

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