Atay In Space

An unexpected reunion with an ancient civilization. Their eyes tell stories of past encounters, and this time, the stakes are even higher.

Natives Contact Redux

After trials and tribulations, a moment of liberation. The track opens with airy synths and evolves into a euphoric crescendo a rare moment of peace in Dark Earl’s journey.

SEDNA 0.1

Now, you can breathe freely (Remastered)

"Je suis venue” is not a confession, it’s an apparition. Anissa Boualem arrives in silence, with no hunger, no pleading, just presence. The song weaves between Oran and Paris, between mystery and memory, with the delicate strength of a woman who walks in without asking, and leaves a trace that lingers like perfume in a closed room. Lo-fi meets soul in this spellbinding entry point to her double ballad.

Je suis venue

Battleworld takes its pulse from Marvel’s fractured multiverse, a realm where worlds collide, merge, and fight for survival. Earth-616 channels this chaos into dark minimal techno: metallic rhythms, echoing kicks, and hypnotic grooves that feel like stepping into a cosmic arena, where every beat is a battle and every drop a decisive strike.



Dr. Strange

An immersive blend of darkwave and industrial trap, where pulsing basslines, metallic rhythms, and haunting synth layers create a hypnotic, shadow-drenched soundscape.

STR4NGER TH1NGS

Chaotic energy pulses through every bar, where rave beats collide with cut-cut shakuhachi runs. A storm of neon and tradition, spiraling in perfect disorder for the album’s longest, most unrestrained ride.

Midnight_Express

Ueno

A dark minimal techno odyssey across Morocco’s mountains. Dust, distortion, and Farid’s solo freestyle ripping the path. #ThreeBulletTheory

Three Bullet Theory

Atlas Tour

Warm and immersive, where bass and keys breathe in unison, dissolving into ambient mist.


North African Jazzy Laid-back Drift

Volubilis

Built from fragments of Malhun chants, “Taj” rises like an ancient crown of sound. Dark Earl twists recycled voices and percussive echoes into a desert hymn, blending heritage with shadowed electronics.

The closing track, a dark and hypnotic instrumental. Slower BPM, deeper bass, and atmospheric pads evoke the final lap of a long race. The melodies fade like headlights disappearing into the distance, leaving the listener with the sense that the journey has ended but the road continues forever.

Natives Contact Redux

Mars Tech Records