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You Take Me Higher

The compilation is done in support of The Hardcore Overdogs magazine - an "E-Zine for great and / or underrated Hardcore Techno past and present!

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Full compilation:
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A special thanks to my mentor Milo, for his time and his immense support, to Low Entropy and to everyone who appreciate our dedication.

The Morbius

Metal Fist

Vision EP

Mission

Dagger

Delirious

Bioluminescent bass drops meet cosmic visuals—skip ahead if you dare!
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Echoes of the Fungi Lords
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I. Spores Beneath the Obsidian Dawn
Deep in the marrow of an unnamed continent, a cavern yawns—its ceiling a cathedral of black crystal, its floor a velvet quilt of mycelial lace that glows like moon‑soaked snow. From that living lattice a lone spore quickens, silver as starlight caught in water.

Nyra, a wanderer whose dreams have always whispered in forgotten tongues, kneels beside the spore. She feels it trembling against the pulse in her palm, hears it singing inside her skull—a hum so low it might be the heartbeat of the earth itself. When she breathes, the air tastes of petrichor and electric pine.

A ripple of emerald vapor uncoils from the ground, shaping itself into a serpent crowned with obsidian feathers. Its eyes are twin vortices, galaxies spinning in reverse. With a hiss that feels more like a promise than a threat, it slithers around Nyra, dusting her skin with bioluminescent pollen.

The cavern wall before her softens into translucent flesh. Behind it, shadow‑figures in chalk‑white masks beat unseen drums, their motions slow and tidal, summoning glyphs of an empire lost before language was born. Nyra steps forward, and the wall parts like silk, inviting her into the Spiral.

II. The Spiral of Masked Voices
She finds herself upon a circular mesa suspended in nothingness—an impossible stage surrounded by endless night. Masks float above the rim, each carved with a rune no living alphabet could hold. They chant in a tongue that slides sideways through thought, and Nyra’s own words fall away like leaves in autumn.

The serpent coils at her feet, then bursts into spores of scintillating jade. The pollen swirls upward, knitting a doorway of refracted moonlight. Through it marches a procession of tribesfolk draped in feathers and radiant lichens, skin tattooed with constellations that shift like migrating flocks.

They circle Nyra, marking her brow with violet resin that burns cold. In that sear of ice she sees a vision: titanic beings—Fungi Lords—looming in a valley of living quartz. Their limbs are roots, their crowns are coronal shrooms fuming rainbow spores that rewrite the wind. They speak without mouths, their voices felt rather than heard, commanding her to bear witness to the Cyclone of Prism Blood.


Continues on the website: 
https://grasspatchbum.com/2025/07/23/echoes-of-the-fungi-lords/

Echoes of the Fungi Lords

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The smoke of my own breath, 
Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine

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