Round 12 we have @aveeeen fading in some hypnotic grooves. Tune in and warm up for the weekend.

ORBIT STARZ 12: DJ Aveen

https://soundcloud.com/sickdat - young enthusiast of a good, oldschool ride, hailing from Warsaw without a forklift license. He played
in such places as Wisłoujście Festival, Smolna, Ciało, Crackhouse and Drugi Dom, bringing energetic bangers, tested classics and lost treasures of forgotten labels with him. Come and get sweaty.

LINKS:

https://www.facebook.com/sickdat
https://www.instagram.com/sildekk/
https://soundcloud.com/sickdat
https://ra.co/dj/sickdat

TRACKLIST:

Speedy J, Black Asteroid - Infinite Blackness
Hedström & Pflug - Libertad (Danny Wabbit Remix)
Exium - Monster Move
Blenk - Dubjam
Lars Klein - Steroid Factor
Klint - Menthe
Alexander Johansson & Mattias Fridell - Lasso
Nuke - Legal Vacuum
ISH11 - Tungsten 74
OFF/GRID - Insomniac 
E110101 - Tundra
Alexey Kotlyar - Corner (Homma Honganji Remix)
ANNE - Eucalyptus
Antigone - Push
Rino Cerrone - Select
Player - 006 A1
Dave Clarke - Protective Custody (Mark Broom Remix)
Pedro Delgardo, Jim Fish - Midi
Gary Beck - Ghost 
Atavism - Self Control

Strikt Podcast #67 - Sickdat

En la noche todos los gatos son negros 🐈‍⬛


grabado en los dominios de @lowclass.collective
Junio 2024

222 - Gatoenoscuridad

First Edition of the Event Series HOT&WET. 
Hosted by Jules, Lila Gold, Foe and Meiosiss.

HOT&WET Edition - MEIOSISS

The year is 3113.
But he does not know it.
He was born and raised in a jungle of dead concrete, cut wires, the empty arteries of a world long dead. A cold carcass of asphalt, metal and broken glass slowly eaten away by thick roots reclaiming their once lost soil. Not much was left of the hinted past. Only the mutated whispers he inherited through tale. Each elder had carried a different story of the hegemon’s fall with little in common between them. Except for one thing. It had been slain by its own hand.

Now he could no longer hear such stories. The little he remembered swirled in his memory, combining in ways never spoken, accumulating new mutations, churning impatient to spread to new hosts. It would die with him. As all else. He was alone.

In his thoughts, he wandered away from the familiar maze and found himself in the absence of light. A place he hadn’t seen or been to before. Treading the broken glass, he announces his arrival. Soon he finds the item he was meant to find. “Cassette - Entrevista a Félix Rodríguez 1977”.

A treasure he knew how to open. In a not so distant past, he had consumed such relics in ritual among his kind. Today, though alone, he’d honor their memory. Under the rewinding song of the tape, he folded herbs into the living broth. When the tape clicked ready, he poured his fill and sat expectant of the gift awaiting him.
A familiar sense of death and destruction hovered over the words spoken. A warm nostalgia overtook him. As the tape trailed to its end he closes his eyes and loses himself.

He saw his hands crushing the breath of another, rocks thrown, chests cut open. The thread that connected him to the past held strong. Past its death, the rot of the beast lived on. In him as in all those who’d roamed with or against him. It was the rot that kept them living. And as with the beast itself, it was the rot that culled them in the end.

He knew it now: he was the last.

The realisation lifted him and he could see the mirage of his home as it had been before the fall, grey giants challenging the sky, glittering under the Sun. He saw it as it was before they were born, rolling hills, vast meadows guarded by birds of prey. And he saw beyond. The shoulders of the world dressed in white, barren and teeming with hidden life. Endless bubbling bogs edged in crowded jungle, light weaving through deep canopy. The vast sea, calm and raging, clear and frothing.

He knew it now: it was all for nothing. And he felt peace.

The waves of the sea were sand dunes breathing waving heat into the heavens. That shimmer, the soul of humanity, struggling to bend the world to its image. Failing beautifully. Nothing else stirred in that desert.

As the desert breathed its last sigh under the falling night, he grieved the fate of his kind, celebrating its long awaited end. He wondered what creature would take on the mantle of destruction now left unworn.
Life tumbled once more into the abyss of death. The circle of life.

He opened his eyes.

All tracks written and produced by Gabriel Rafael
Mastered by Miguel Seabra
Artwork by Gabriel Rafael (edited by empty waters)
Lore by empty waters

Dying Breath

Krijg't zuur!

202 Trax 012

i miss the noughties

Pull°ed ¡N Berlin

150 bpm techno track. Could zone out to this one.
Enjoy.

Dancing Digital Dreams

Tokyo westside [for the doofers] ((Original: Nikizz - The Tokyo Girl)_G_minor__bpm_124

Nerds With Acid 

From Netherlands.

303's and more.

Made with analogue gear, and a whole lotta love.