House selected II

Normal Dance [Techno Groove]

Tunneling [Special Edit]

Fast Lane Two [HC Techno]

Welcome back to another edition of Minimal Supervision! Volume 13 is all about tech-house, and chocked full of Latin-infused toe tappers at 130 BPM. Enjoy!

Recorded: Jul. 17, 2025

Minimal Supervision Vol. 13

End of Summer

End of Summer (Radio Edit)

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Download on Beatport:
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Techno (Peak Time / Driving)
145 BPM - A Major
UPC: 199748573942

Beatport

Straße (Mach Edit)

BIGER A SUKDOWA

I hold the door, I force the smile,
A gentleman for such a while.
But my patience is gone, away,
It's now my turn to make you pay!

No texture left, no colored paint,
Just hollow eyes, no self-restraint.
I see the greed, the pure despite.
They don't just hide it, they fucking bite. 
It isn’t flaw, it’s how they’re built:
They thrive on chaos, feed on guilt.

For forty years I watched this trash,
Spit on workers, count their cash.

Every stolen parking space,
Every arrogant, smirking face,
Every shoulder-check in the hall 
Another brick to build the wall.

Another pound of TNT 
Light the fuse and set me free!

I swallowed bile for all these years,
Drowned my honor in their smug-ass jeers!
AND I’M WAITING!

I am waiting for the spark to fly!
For some asshole just to cross the line!
But the fuse just sputters, damp and grey!
It never catches, anyway!
And the disappointment is a second blow,
I'm begging for the world to let me GO!
But the bomb just waits... and grows.

So now I’m searching, I'm looking for the trigger.
Provoking the complacent, the belligerent figure. 

"What did you say?" 

I ask, with honey in my voice. 
"Please, complete your awful choice." 

I want the confrontation, I need the release! 
I’m praying for the end of this fucking peace! 
I step into their path, I stare them in the eye!

GIVE ME A REASON TO LET THIS DIE!

…they say sorry, then walk on by.
…they apologize, then pass me by.
And just like that my rage subsides...


I am waiting for the spark to fly!
For some asshole just to cross the line!
But the fuse just sputters, damp and grey!
It never catches, anyway!
And the disappointment is a second blow,
I'm begging for the world to let me GO!
But the bomb just waits... and grows.



Pressure builds ,  the casing strains,
Poison pulses through my veins.
I’m carrying a kiloton of rage,
Not a bomb, but a cracking cage.
A living, breathing, private hell,
Forty years and I’ve held it well.
No turning back, no more excuse!

LIGHT THE FUSE!

And…nothing. Air so still. The weight settles.
It's building up, and that's so rough, but
This bomb will never go off.

JDAM - Light the Fuse

Music video : https://youtu.be/liDo2on3w4Y

Hypnotic, peak‑time drive—let the fold pull the horizon closer.
Warehouse tension, melodic release. Ride the hypnotic current.
A deep techno portal: steady pulse, cinematic lift, zero fluff.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Folds in the Horizon

I. The Pleat That Begins the World
The horizon in the country of Lysara was not a line. It was a garment: pleated, hemmed, basted with light. On dawnless nights—when the sky refused to choose a color—the folds breathed like the chest of some sleeping titan. Valleys rose where a crease deepened; seas settled where a tuck relaxed. It was the work of the Foldweavers to keep those seams from unspooling.

Nerith was a Foldweaver by birth and a Cartogram by vow. No one in Lysara was simply one thing. Nerith’s body was a lattice of spore-silk and glassy tendon, translucent enough that starlight could write notes along the bones. A corona of minute fungi circled their head like a slow storm, gills opening and closing with thoughts. When they spoke, the words arrived as soft contrails of light that took a few heartbeats to evaporate.

They lived within a city that looked like a polished conch and sounded like footprints on snow. Streets curved and returned to themselves; stairs curled inward like a spiral galaxy. In every house, a brass aperture faced the horizon so residents could watch the world being folded, refolded, hemmed again.

On the night the trouble began, every aperture turned opaque at once. The garment of the world shivered. A pleat near the western reach—called the Farthest Pleat—slackened. Wind forgot which way to go. Birds of glass, which only flew along the strain of a seam, dropped and drifted like ash.

Nerith’s fungi-storm thrummed with tiny vowels. The Mycelial Conclave kindled a beam to the high vault, summoning the Order. Inside the summoning light, glyphs poured like silver rain—edicts, coordinates, a single imperative: Refasten the Farthest Pleat; carry the bone-chime that rings by not ringing.

Nerith cupped the unchime, a loop of fossilized marrow that kept silence so deep it seemed to pull echoes toward it and dissolve them. It was said that if the unchime were ever struck, it would end the practice of distance. Valleys would be elbows; skies would be knees. No one had ever been that lonely or that brave.

Beyond the city, the first path waited: a plain of lampcaps, mushrooms tall as obelisks, their caps lacquered with frost-fire. Each lampcap was a custodian of one word. If you strung their words in order, you could read your fortune and mislay your fear.

Nerith set out.

II. Lampcaps and the Grammar of Roads
The lampcaps woke as Nerith approached—first a pulse like a heart, then a voice like a bell under lakewater. Mycelial whiskers teased the air and inscribed rings around Nerith’s ankles. The road revealed itself in syllables.

“Step,” murmured the first lampcap.
“Lightly,” said the second.
“Carry,” the third.
“Nothing,” the fourth.
“On,” breathed the fifth, “your name.”

Nerith’s fungi-crown shivered agreement. On nights of Lumen Spiral Drift—the elders abbreviated it as L.S.D.—the air braided itself into ribbons of tactile light.

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Folds in the Horizon

L’Ankou. Premier Bonheur. Mix Session

Insight of my debut abroad – ZENIT in Tägerwilen, Switzerland! 
I played two 45-minute sets, and now I want to share my 2. pt. with you.
Peak Time Techno – energy made for your ears.

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KATAKUMBA SET 2. PT (01.11.25 - Tägerwilen, Swiss)

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System A [Techno Pop]

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Tunneling [Special Edit]

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