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Producer & DJ - Dark / Hard / Industrial / Peak Time
  
Founder of MOON 333 Records.
Part of the collaborative project $IN$ .

Art has no boundaries.

I started DJing in 1997 and played clubs across Switzerland until 2005. After years in rock and metal bands, I returned to DJing in 2019 and began producing techno in december 2024.

The name Nocturnalpriest has been part of my identity since 2007, a nod to my earlier black metal and ambient projects.

 With a background in drums, vocals, and multiple instruments, I shape my tracks using unique live elements.

My key influences include Mauro Picotto, Kai Tracid, François Kevorkian, Jeff Mills, Manu Le Malin and others who shaped the underground techno scene.

Raw, dark beats bridging oldschool and new school.

Nukular, an emerging Drum & Bass DJ and producer from Heilbronn, makes the clubs tremble with his innovative sound. Growing up with a passion for electronic music, he discovered his fascination with the unique energy of Drum & Bass at an early age.  
With a background in music production and a keen sense for melodies and rhythms, he delved deeply into the world of the genre and began creating his own tracks. Inspired by renowned artists such as Agressor Bunx, Audio, and Mefjus, Nukular developed a distinctive style characterized by powerful beats, hypnotic synthesizers, and surprising breakdowns.  
Driven by his own creative vision and inspired by the diversity of the Drum & Bass genre, Nukular weaves powerful rhythms with melodic elements. Through his ability to integrate emotional depth into the pulsating world of Drum & Bass, he creates a unique and captivating sound that shakes dance floors and touches the hearts of listeners.  
His high-energy performances behind the decks have already attracted the attention of local clubs and events, while his productions are increasingly gaining recognition on online platforms like SoundCloud and Spotify.  
With his ambitious spirit and unwavering dedication to music, Nukular is set to enrich the Drum & Bass scene with his talent and passion, taking his audience on an unforgettable musical journey.

100% Handmade Music! NO AI! (only for covers)

A collector of sounds, blending a variety of tunes to tell a story. Not confined by genre, but driven by the narrative of underground bass music. A unique blend of influences from amazing producers that reflect my passion for the craft.

Garage / Grime / 140 / Breaks / Dnb / Jungle

Collaborator of @kulture_sounds - A underground collective from the UK

Bass-driven electronic project blending techno, progressive, and future acid. Known for immersive soundscapes and heavy low-end, Kik Science delivers transmissions built for the floor and the circuit.

Each release and set channels atmosphere ∴ intensity ∴ precision — shaping the underground frequency.

Label: Sub Sync Records (@subsyncrecords)
Affiliates: G-Mafia Records (São Paulo) ⌖ Mustache Crew (Brazil) ⌖ Galactic Bamboo
SSR HQ: @subsyncrecords
Axis: YYC ⇌ BER

◉ Our story continues…

The stars had dissolved into pale threads of light, bending endlessly around them. Driftspace was never silent; it hummed—low, unstable, alive. Neon pressed her hand against the bulkhead, feeling the vibration pass through her skin like a second pulse.

“We bought time,” Thorne said, hands moving across the helm. “But the Vantoth won’t stay scattered for long. They’ll recalibrate, triangulate our echo. Mystica’s reach doesn’t end at the corridor.”

Neon studied him. His voice was too calm, the same way it had been when he bluffed the cascade. She hated how convincing he sounded—even to her.

“What aren’t you telling me?” she asked.

Thorne hesitated. His eyes flicked to the navigation screen, where a single glyph burned faintly in the corner: ∴.

“That’s not a drift marker,” Neon whispered. “It’s a seal.”

Thorne nodded once. “Old code. Buried before the wars. Coranthium doesn’t just power ships, Neon—it opens gates. If Mystica wanted it, it’s because they’ve found the lattice.”

Her stomach dropped. The lattice. A myth, or so she thought—an interlocked network of corridors between sectors, some stable, some collapsing. Legends said the ancients locked it to prevent entire systems from folding into each other.

“And you… you have the key?” she pressed.

Thorne’s hands stilled. The hum of driftspace grew louder, or maybe it was just the pounding of her heart.

“Not the key,” he said finally. “A shard.”

Before she could respond, the console flickered. The ∴ seal pulsed once—twice—then spread across the screen like veins of light. Driftspace around them warped, folding inward.

“They found us,” Neon breathed.

“No,” Thorne said, jaw tightening. “Someone else did.”

The ship shuddered violently. Outside, driftspace cracked like glass, revealing a sphere of impossible color—a station, suspended where no station should exist, thrumming with signals older than their war, older than Mystica.

The shard in Thorne’s hand glowed to life, resonating with the fractured seal.

“Welcome to the lattice,” he muttered.