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FlibbertiGibbet | Spring Equinox - DJSet 2021.
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Tune in for a special mix edition of the series with the latest groovy, twilight and night-psy bombs, selected by Hungarian label DJ of World People Production, POLLUX.

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https://soundcloud.com/dj-pollux-448288019

https://radiozora.fm/exclusive-for-radiozora/pollux-selects-special-mix-edition/

POLLUX selects | Special Mix Edition | 15/02/2022

Subspecies 3

Bush Walkin (Original Mix)

♬ Folic State
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♬ Uddhav

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Rewired

Rewired (Original Mix)

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N° 1 | latenter mix [PSY-TΞCH]

Ranging

*unreleased*

• 𝐔𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧 - 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐫é𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 •

Il n'avait peur de personne,
il n'avait peur de rien,
mais un matin, un beau matin,
il croit avoir quelque chose,
mais il dit, ce n'est rien,
et il avait raison.

Avec sa raison, sans nul doute,
ce n'était rien,
mais le matin, ce même matin,
il croit entendre quelqu'un,
et il ouvrait la porte,
et il la referma en disant personne,
et il avait raison.

Avec sa raison, sans nul doute,
il n'y avait personne,
mais soudain, il du peur,
et il comprit qu'il était seul,
mais qu'il n'était pas tout seul,
et c'est alors qu'il vit,
rien en personne, devant lui.

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• 𝐔𝐦𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡ã - 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐫é𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 •

Ele não tinha medo de ninguém,
não tinha medo de nada,
mas em uma manhã, uma linda manhã,
ele pensou que tinha algo,
mas ele disse, não é nada,
e ele estava certo.

Com sua razão, sem dúvida,
não era nada,
mas pela manhã, naquela mesma manhã,
ele pensou ter ouvido alguém,
e abriu a porta,
fechou-a e disse que não havia ninguém,
e ele estava certo.

Com sua razão, sem dúvida,
não havia ninguém lá,
mas de repente ele ficou com medo,
e percebeu que estava sozinho,
mas ele não estava sozinho,
e foi então que ele viu,
nada em pessoa, na frente dele.

MokuJem - Kogrank [C - 138]

Tracks by artists like: Balliou, Muirakitan, Ikenaga, Daksinamurti, Analog Anarchists, Yamaraja, Mysmatic, Interloper, Spell Conjurers, Rakasa, Omja, Kaayaas, Freakplanet

All my respect to the artist's, thanks for the AMAZING productions!

BPM: 153-156

Hope You enjoy! :) Boom!

xZandra - Distant Spheres 013 - Dark Forest Psytrance Mix

"Prohibit" is a dark, hypnotic techno journey inspired by a story from Catalonia’s past, when speaking Catalan was forbidden. Through pounding kicks, alarm-like textures and tunnel-shaped atmospheres, the track translates the spirit of cultural resistance into sound. Each layer rises and falls like whispers in the underground, building towards a relentless release that honors the voices that refused to be silenced.

Prohibit

This music video is trippy az - took a minute : https://youtu.be/riJ2PAnbyzQ

Dark, hypnotic, warehouse‑ready techno—step into the Index and don’t look back.
Rolling bass, acid edges, space‑bound pulse—built for late hours.
From void to city: a cinematic techno journey.

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The Story ➜
There is a library that rotates around a star that does not shine.

The star is called the Umbra Crown, an object that drinks light the way dry soil swallows rain. Around it, on a safe, slow ring, floats the Palimpsest Array—thirty‑one linked hulls and one cathedral of glass mathematics, all of it oriented toward a thing no eye can see. The Array keeps records of what the universe attempts, fails, revises, and forgets.

In Vault Nine, behind shutters etched with compass roses, the Index of Lost Vectors sleeps in a cradle of null‑metal. It is not a book. It is not a map. It is a living catalog of directions that once were real and then weren’t: bearings erased by paradox, routes collapsed by war, trajectories canceled by the absolute pressure of someone’s choice.

Every so often, a new arrow appears in the Index, pointing toward nothing and still insisting it points. That insistence is hard to ignore when your job title is Vectorist.

Kael Ivers had held that title for sixteen years. They had seen the Index wake exactly three times.

On the fourth, the arrows did not appear.

They bloomed.

I — Arrowfall

Kael did not dream in pictures. They dreamed in angles: a narrow gate of ninety degrees held like a promise, an indulgent sweep of one hundred twenty that never closed where you thought it would. That night, in the small sleep between the first cup of bitter broth and the second, Kael dreamed a circle that would not stay circle. It kept erupting with tangents, each tangent a pale hairline of intent.

They woke with the taste of tin in their mouth and the feeling of a room straightening around them.

“Vault Nine,” said the Array, warm and calm in Kael’s ear. The Array never hurried its vowels. “The Index is agitated.”

Kael rolled off the hammock, slid into a field jacket, and jogged through the airless corridor. The shard windows along the passage showed a black full of small, reluctant stars. The Umbra Crown lived where no starlight reached, but the shyer stars still haunted the periphery.

The vault door recognized Kael’s gait before it recognized their badge. Inside, the Index floated—a torus of glass, a halo with a heart. When it slept, it looked like a ring made by someone who understands rings only as an idea. When it woke, angles sprouted from it the way grass erupts after a secret rain.

Today, it was a meadow.

Thousands of vectors had blossomed out of the torus, paper‑thin and luminous. They didn’t point to random; they pointed toward a choreography. Some curved, some refused to bow; others leaned with the authority of a road that predates the city it enters.

Kael did not touch it. They didn’t have to. The vectors brushed the surface of their attention and left afterimages that behaved like memory. The taste of tin intensified.

Continues on the website.


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Index of Lost Vectors | Uber Trippy Morphing Music Video @ YouTube

Dark Design unleashes this forest-dwelling EP, Caipora, into the wild. Also hailing from Melbourne (AUS), Unknown Concept and Jedidiah feed us two outstanding remixes. The original track is cinematic in sound design, contained by spacious textures and trails along with warm analog synths. In contrast to the electronic sounds, there’s a natural balance with world percussion and organic foley. Both remixes lend creative ingenuity to the EP. Unknown Concept brings the heat with his driving, big room prog techno and Jedidiah lays down utterly cerebral psychedelia. This EP is for those lost in the jungle and is the vines between psychedelic techno, progressive and deep house.

Ranging

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