full lockdown mode 10.03.2021

TWØ5THS is excited to release its 2021 Spring Break Mixx. Perfect for your backyard darty or your road trip to spring break. TWØ5THS killed it once again. #springbreak #2021 #Mixx #Mix #CollegeMixx #College #Florida #Goodvibes #yeehaww

TWØ5THS- Spring Breakers 2021 Mixx

Lockdown Fever

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Do You Know How I Got This Boat?

GET DOWN - MIX - BASS HOUSE

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Fractal portals, hypnotic bass—this space trip resets your brain.
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Voyage of the Fractal Nomad
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Page 1: The Cocoon and the Call
In the pitch-black cradle of deep-sector 91‑Δ, something stirred.

The Cocoon was not a ship in the traditional sense. It pulsed, breathed, and dreamed. Its hull was laced with thin-film iridescence, woven from the silk of bioluminescent mycelia. Inside, a singular entity began to wake—the Fractal Nomad. Not born, not made, but grown from the remains of a forgotten psynaut and an ancient fungal intelligence.

No alarms. No spoken commands. Just a vibration that deepened into meaning.

The Nomad blinked twice. Not eyelids—there were no more eyes. But consciousness phased into clarity. A lattice of liquid sunlight unfolded across the Cocoon’s canopy. That was the signal.

The solar sails unfurled, silent sheets of translucent light slicing through vacuum like blooming petals. The Cocoon heaved forward, stretching spacetime into a tunnel of colorless heat. As it entered slipstream velocity, the Cocoon's internal symbiotes pulsed in sync, lubricating the journey with ionized thoughtform lubricants.

And then... they descended.

Not downward, but inward. Into something deeper than space.

Page 2: Tunnels of Smoke and Memory
The slipstream was not linear. It twisted like a Möbius nerve—a loop folded upon itself, hiding deeper truths with every pulse. Inside the stream, light behaved like thought, and thought behaved like fluid.

The Nomad’s mind flickered with echoes of past lives: dying on a jungle planet while mushrooms sang dirges; drowning in clouds made of serotonin; kissing a mirrored self on a moon with no name.

The Cocoon shook.

A metallic howl rippled through the spine of the vessel. The warp coils strained, each one a living organ wrapped in platinum membranes. Electro-psionic turbulence tore at the mycelial lattice, splitting it momentarily into kaleidoscopic nerve clusters.

They were being rerouted. Something unseen had hijacked the trajectory.

But then came the release.

The Cocoon burst into a nebular blossom—a great flower made of starfire and pheromone dust. The Nomad hovered in its core like a bee tasting eternity.

Time bled into petals.

Page 3: The Bloom, the Chorus, and the Caravan
An 8-second eternity.

The Cocoon drifted inside a radiant prismatic bloom, where rainbow light condensed into liquid lenses. Through them, the Nomad could see latticework cities built by forgotten species: organic skyscrapers, breathing streets, psychic highways.

Then, something emerged from the bloom—a mushroom spire, golden and immense, coiling around the Cocoon. It released a harmonic burst of spores, each one humming a perfect A♯ frequency. The chorus of spores sang a name the Nomad had never known it had.

And with that, the Cocoon recalibrated.

A swarm of micro-vessels unfurled from its hull—the Quantum Caravan. These weren’t ships; they were fragments of the Nomad’s own psyche, each carrying a different version of truth. They aligned into a spiral formation and began gliding across a plane of turquoise plasma.


Continues on the website:
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Voyage of the Fractal Nomad

Patricio Garcéz - Santana (FREE DOWNLOAD)

after life remix (tchami x gorgon city)

The One Who Knocks

Some of our favorite underground songs mixed live

The Underground_01

Some 🔥 for the holidays 
Tunes to get your grandma shuffling

Cnasty House Mix #8

Our remix for Mike Williams & Jonas Aden's remix contest with Universal Records! Hope you enjoy <3


Nuestro remezcla para la competencia de remezclas de Mike Williams y Jonas Aden en colaboración con Universal Records! Esperamos que os guste <3

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Mike Williams & Jonas Aden - I Hope You Know (WHALES Remix)

Paris in 1901 (Kanye West x Phoenix)

Jack Harlow - Way Out (Pozitive Remix)

Fate of the universe is on the line? Darty to this shit cuz its fire. Max Kellerman is eating his hat rn.

Iguodala X Intoxicated

The Platform episode 339 features Lorenzo Costa from the suburbs of Chicago who currently lives in Champaign attending Illinois. While he favors house music he still does it all as an open format DJ playing at venues in Chicago like The Dime and Clutch, holding down a residency at Joe’s on campus while also being booked at Kams and Red Lion. Follow him on his socials by hitting the links in the description and enjoy Lorenzo Costa’s latest mix, on The Platform! 

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The Platform 339 Feat. Lorenzo Costa @_lorenzo_costa

This is the warm-up mix for the 2021 griffins! Listen if you want to have a good time.

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