What you are going to hear on this page is the work of one man who was influenced by groups such as Mayhem, Burzum, Iron Maiden, Darkthrone, Ulver, Judas Priest, Black Sabbath, Slayer, Sunn O))), Horde, and Immortal, just to name a few, to create his own take on Pennsylvania black metal.

Lineup:
Ricky: guitars, bass, synth, drum programming, sound editing, mixing, album artworks - I do it all.

PINELOPI, an exceptional techno producer and DJ, has been making waves across the
global techno scene with her electrifying performances and track productions. Her portfolio
boasts impressive performances in Turkey, Berlin, Belgium, France, Spain (during off week),
ADE, and a recent spellbinding showcase at the renowned KitKat club in Berlin, captivating
audiences with her unparalleled talent and magnetic stage presence.
Her latest tracks, such as "I Can Jump" in collaboration with Bleur & MB1 released on No
Love, and "From Temple to Cell" on Oskyrth, have garnered significant acclaim. Notably,
"From Temple to Cell" soared to the number 1 spot on Beatport's Raw Deep Hypnotic and
Techno PeakTime Driving charts, solidifying her position as a powerhouse in the techno
realm.
Diving deep into rave culture, PINELOPI began to shape a distinctive vision for her music.
As her beats grew harder and more intense, her sets exuded an uplifting energy that
captivated audiences. Each transition and drop seemed to tell a story and evoke emotions.
At the core of PINELOPI's musical prowess lies her ability to craft journeys for her listeners.
Every set, every track, every beat carries a narrative, creating a delicate balance.
Her innate talent to blend raw energy with melodic narratives has been instrumental in her
rise within the music scene. Her success doesn't solely derive from her technical prowess
but also from her unique capability to foster a symbiotic relationship with her audience,
where each beat resonates as a shared experience. Continuously weaving stories into her
performances, PINELOPI solidifies herself not merely as a DJ or producer but as a visionary
artist.

SONIC ANARCHIST. // CHAOS INCARNATE.
contact: squeaks@attndfct.com

The neon flicker of Hotel 87 bled into the midnight mist like a broken heartbeat. Roxy killed the ignition of her battered hover coupe and stepped into the humming night, Knax curling around her ankles with a mechanical purr. Above them, electric signs buzzed warnings she could no longer read - languages lost in the churn of compressed time.

Time Police cruisers blinked along the skyline, their sirens warped into ghostly howls by the static air. Roxy tugged the brim of her cracked racing cap lower over her eyes and adjusted the drive compressor on her belt. She had no time to lose, not tonight. Not with Rain’s last transmission still pulsing weakly through the Nexus.

Inside, Hotel 87 smelled like ozone and lost dreams. Holographic guests shimmered between floors, replaying loops from a century ago. At the front desk, a synth-masked concierge gave a mechanical nod, slipping Roxy a black data chip under the guise of exchanging room keys.

"TY Mountain," the synth whispered, voice glitching on the last syllable. "She's waiting for you there."

Knax let out a low growl, his fur sparking with the faint blue glow of danger. Roxy tucked the chip into her jacket and shot a glance at the mirror behind the desk. In the reflection, a Time Officer's badge gleamed like a silver bullet.

The chase had already begun.

She tightened her gloves, tapped her communicator, and smiled beneath the neon haze.

"Come on, Knax," she murmured. "Let's burn some time."

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