“Mambo” - Jin-Su’s debut under a new alias, brings in perfectly crafted percussion, surrounded with dreamy and mysterious details. An electrifying, tribal piece, which sets up the tone for the whole “Nymph VA”. 

Artist: https://soundcloud.com/jinsumusic
Mastered by Rene Wise
"Nymph VA" [CALOSC002]
Całość 2022

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Nymph VA

Mambo

Jin-Su - Mambo [CALOSC002]

Franco Alesso - 3Comas (Original Mix)

Artists and label links:
https://soundcloud.com/symbolismtec
https://www.instagram.com/symbolsaroundu

https://soundcloud.com/analoguenetwork
https://www.instagram.com/analoguenetwork_UA

IT Premiere: Symbolism - Wrong Values [ANVA008]

Papeer
MTRZ
Kyle Cortis
Jiho
Echofaze
Franco Alesso
AKZ
nrvo
Noëtik
Maroga
Manolow
Revenanth


Compilation Title: VA.TNEREC 07
Label: T&NE RECORDS
Catalog Number: TNEREC-029
Release Date: December 20, 2024
Format: Digital
Mastering: Michael Ius
Artwork: T&NE STUDIO - Matthieu R.

Kyle Cortis - Eviction [TNEREC-029]

FMD PREMIERE 

Artist: Aykan 
Track: DEFO
Label: OSS Records 
Catalog Number: [OSS029]
Genre: Electronic 
Style: Techno
Release Date: December/20/2024 
Format: Digital 
Mastering:Kamen
Artwork: Lucid Dreams 

Artist links: 
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/yesaykan 
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/aykan.cntm/

Label links: 
Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/ossrecords 
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/oss_rec/?hl=fr 
Bandcamp: https://oss127.bandcamp.com/

Various Artists 010

Aykan - DEFO

Support

FMD PREMIERE: Aykan - DEFO [OSS029]

Artist: Contakt @contaktdj
Title: Contrast EP
Label: MALöR Records @maloer-records
Catalogue Nr: MLRVNL005
Format: 12'' Vinyl and digital
Release Date: 31/01/2025
Mastering: Gregor Bromme at gb-mastering
bandcamp: https://maloer-records.bandcamp.com/music

Tracklist:
A1 Frantic
A2 Misconception
B1 Contrast
B2 Atabaque

Instagram artist:
https://www.instagram.com/contaktm

instagram MALöR Records:
https://www.instagram.com/maloer.records

GTG Premiere | Contakt - Misconception [MLRVNL005]

PHANTOM

Thomas Klaps, professionally known as 𝐊𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬, is a Belgian DJ and techno producer hailing from 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐮𝐦, and currently residing in 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧. His passion for electronic music ignited at the age of eight when his father gifted him a record player, marking the beginning of his musical journey.
Over the years, Klaps has established himself in the electronic music scene with 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 and 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐉 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬, performing at renowned festivals such as 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐮𝐤𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐨𝐩, where he delivered a memorable performance in the 𝐁𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦. He has released music also on 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐙𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐝’𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥, 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐜𝐢𝐝, and launched his own label, 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞.
His music has garnered support from industry leaders like 𝐏𝐚𝐧-𝐏𝐨𝐭, 𝐃𝐮𝐛𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐋𝐮𝐢𝐠𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞.

Through his dedication to his craft, with this release on 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀, he's marking his 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 from a harder, more driving sound to a 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞-𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡. These three tracks are his first explorations into a 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐦-𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨, blending 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲. Each track is crafted to maintain a 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰, creating an engaging and infectious dancefloor experience.

𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭: Klaps
𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Tes Ma We EP
𝐋𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥: Aura Recordings
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Electronic
𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞: Techno
𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭: Digital
𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: AURA08
𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝: 14 March 2025

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 & 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐊𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬
𝐋𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭 & 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐁𝐲 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐁𝐲 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩: auratribale.bandcamp.com
𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝: @aura_tribale
𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦: instagram.com/aura.tribale

ASW Premiere: Klaps - Excessive [AURA08]

dZb 982 - Try Jamie Heeley - Give It More (Original Mix).

Kaltstart

They remembered when silence meant something else. Before the glow. Before the tether. The screen was always there now, though no one called it that. No one called it anything anymore.

You didn’t ask questions. Not aloud. Not even to yourself, if you could help it. That was the first lesson. You learned it quickly or you learned it hard. Most chose quickly. It was easier to pretend your mind was your own if you didn’t test it.

They worked, like everyone else. They walked in lines. Ate when the tones told them to. Smiled sometimes, reflexively, out of muscle memory rather than feeling. What feeling? That had long since been worn smooth, like the stones they’d been told once shaped rivers, back when rivers were still real. Now there were only flows, managed and timed and humming underfoot. The idea of water running wild seemed obscene. Like dreaming.

They had dreamed, once. It was a mistake.

They weren't chased, not then. That was the trick. The cruel elegance. You never saw the moment when the line broke. Only noticed someone wasn't there the next day, and even that awareness faded quickly, numbed by the next cycle, the next gray moment, the next breath unremarked.

The thing on the wall, its shape always shifted, almost imperceptibly. You could try to ignore it, pretend it was part of the architecture, but its presence coiled in your bones. It watched. Not through lenses or anything crude like that. It didn’t need eyes.

You knew it knew.

And in that knowledge, something within curled inward, seeking shelter where none existed. There was no inside anymore. Only surface.

They remembered a time when their thoughts were their own. Not even sure if it had truly existed, or if that, too, was planted. A clever insertion. A ghost thought. They clung to those scraps of maybe-truth, maybe-lie. It gave the illusion of self. Even the grief was suspect. Could sadness be real if it was permitted? Or was it just another signal, harvested and catalogued, fed into the great net of meaninglessness?

Someone beside him blinked too long.

They all saw it. The flicker. Not in the man’s face, but in the colorless pulse from the wall. A judgment passed without sound. The man stood still too long. Then walked. Then wasn’t there.

No one asked.

They hadn’t asked in years.

But still, they kept a corner of themselves completely quiet, buried beneath layers of accepted emptiness. Not resistance, no they knew better than that. Just a single, useless echo: their own.

It wasn't hope. That would be absurd.

Just a phrase they held without speaking, in case someday, somehow, it mattered.

PHANTOM

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