We are excited to present our common recording that we made with Laurie. It’s a captivating  "FANTASY CHASER" track with an extremely uplifting atmosphere, a nice bass line, great flow, and the fabulous    https://soundcloud.com/laurie-webb on vocals!  Thank you for taking time to listen to it!

The cover-art was made with the FL Studio ZGameEditor Visualizer plugin

Vocals by LOLLIEVOX 
Music by ɅƉﺍꝚﺍɅNƠ

LOLLIEVOX & ɅƉﺍꝚﺍɅNƠ  - FANTASY CHASER

All music by Peter Hofland

Special thanks for the use of their wonderful sound recordings goes to:

Pryanic, for the great recording of kids on a playground:  https://freesound.org/people/pryanic/
HZ37 for the fine recording of sparrows: https://freesound.org/people/hz37/
and Amsaenz03 for the sound of the basketball: https://freesound.org/people/amsaenz03/

Artwork: Ernst Haas

Summer Times


https://soundcloud.com/gothic-funk

IT'S A FUNNY THING FOR ME TO SAY
BUT CHAOS COMFORTS ME
HATE THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
BUT DANGER SIGNS, THEY MAKE MY DAY
>
I TAKE THE RISK, I NEVER PRAY
IGNORING THEM THEY GO AWAY
I SHAKE MY FIST, SAY COME WHAT MAY
TOMORROW I MAY PASS AWAY
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CHAOS
KEEPS ME COMPANY
CHAOS IS THE ONLY FRIEND I NEED
>
CHAOS
SHE SAYS THAT IT’S HER HAPPY PLACE
CHAOS
HER COMFORT BLANKET OF CHAOS
>
HOUSE OF DYSFUNCTION OR A STABLE HOME
NOT A DIFFICULT CHOICE UNLESS YOU’RE LIVING IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE
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WHERE COMMON SENSE IS ABSENT
ALL THE RULES THROWN IN REVERSE
DON’T MAKE A LICK OF SENSE AND SHE KNOWS IT
HER DECISIONS GO FROM BAD TO WORSE
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SURE TO MEET A SORRY END
AND SHE’S LOSING HER BEST FRIEND
TWELVES YEARS OR MORE I’VE WASTED,
NEVER ONCE LEFT HER SIDE
>
PROBABLY TIME I FACED IT,
FORCED MYSELF TO QUIT
IT WAS A MIRACLE WHILE IT LASTED
BUT WAS INEVITABLE…..THAT WE’D SPLIT

Chaos Comforts Me

Artist: Ópalo
Release Title: Neverland
Catalog: 10341474
Release: 2025-06-06

Ópalo - Rainy Days (Preview)

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TréPein – SILENCE 

| Official Video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkbSqtTV35w

TréPein with SILENCE, directed by David Voss.

Full EP Release: October 3, 2025


released September 26, 2025

Credits:
• LAVA, TréPein
• Film, Pic, Stills by: David Voss
• Cast: Valeria Solari, Guada Espina
• Assistant Director / B Cam: Ilaria Tonetti

Silence

See the universe through my eyes and maybe you'll understand some things. You can choose.. I say let's get busy living.

Universe Through My Eyes

Embark on a sonic journey where clarity meets rhythm.
Warm pulses, sparkling textures, and hypnotic beats guide you through a mindful trip - a voyage for the ears and the mind.
Perfect for fans of melodic techno and high tech minimal, seeking both focus and flow. 


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CHIRURGINSKI - SOBER TRIP

Music video : https://youtu.be/ec0lk5TlXPg

Hypnotic techno + psychedelic space tunnel—lights low, volume high.
Raw/deep/hypnotic textures with cosmic visuals. Dive in.
Dark hypnotic grooves and biolum worlds—lose gravity.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Prologue — The Sigh that Called Across Orbits

There is a city in the Perseid Flow that does not wait for visitors; it inhales them. Its name in the wind‑tongue is Anhelion, and the maps draw it as a lung‑shaped void, a negative space, because it cannot be built from stone alone. Its avenues open and close like alveoli. Its towers are ribs. Its plazas are diaphragms that rise and fall on a patient schedule that predates calendars.

From the slate edge of orbit, a sleek courier seed drifts down toward the breathing surface, and from it steps a being who is not a traveler in the common sense. Khyre‑of‑the‑Murmurs is a Sibilant, a humanoid from a distant sporeworld where architecture grows and etiquette is exchanged as scents. Khyre’s body is tall and jointed with filaments that flex like reeds; beneath translucent, onyx‑dark skin, pale mycelial veining glows a soft green, glimmering along collarbones and wrists. Four long fingers on each hand end in capillary tips that taste the air. Fan‑shaped gill fronds, thin as paper, arc from Khyre’s neck to the jawline, opening and closing as the atmosphere changes; fractal pupils adjust to blankness and brilliance in an instant. A braided mantle of woven hyphae hangs from broad shoulders, so fine it can slip between atoms when necessary, so textured it records the passing of winds like a book.

Where Khyre goes, a companion follows. Miell is a Scriptmoth, a moth only in silhouette; close, Miell is an angular geometry of silver membranes and jointed light. Each wing is a translucent panel etched with veinwork like circuit diagrams; when Miell moves, the wing‑etchings write glyphs in the air, lingering a moment as luminous afterimages. The Scriptmoth communicates by composing these drifting letters—one word per beat of wing—until the words knot themselves into a meaning the eye can swallow whole.

Khyre and Miell stand at the edge of Anhelion as the city exhales. The exhalation is dry and fragrant with petrichor. The ground underfoot hums. Far overhead, vaults of spore‑light move like auroras. The city’s breath strokes Khyre’s gills and the gills answer—small ripples of pleasure; the air carries a pattern. The pattern repeats, then complicates, then repeats again, an DMT‑clean geometry encoded not in sound but in pressure and drift.

“Eager,” Miell writes in a loop of floating sigils. “Hungry.”

“Hungry for what?” Khyre’s voice is low and unlabored, each word softened by the phenolic resonance of the gill fronds. Khyre tastes the answer before Miell can assemble it: the city is hungry for alignment. Something in its lungs has slipped.

The courier seed folds itself into a brittle pod behind them like an empty husk, and the living gates of Anhelion open, stippled with bioluminescent dots that echo the constellation the city was patterned from. Khyre steps forward, into the thorax of a world.

Continues on the website.


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The City That Breathes | Trippy Music Video on Youtube

New Life

Psy music video : https://youtu.be/4FiV5PqiR84

Hypnotic melodic techno with trippy sci‑fi worlds—headphones on.
123 BPM deep melodic techno—cosmic warehouse energy, hypnotic groove.
Hypnotic techno + cinematic visuals: step through the mycelial gate.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
By the time the firmament loosened, the sky poured in threads rather than rain. Each filament was a liquid line of star‑light, silver at its core and haloed by shifting colors, a river falling upward as much as down. The elders called it Liquid Star Dawn, a rare hour when the night remembered its own birth and melted into rivers that ran between the worlds. It happened once in an age, and it unstitched distance. Roads grew out of it like veins. Gateways remembered how to breathe.

On the edge of a bioluminescent vale, where luminous mushrooms rose like spires and bells, a figure waited who was not made of simple flesh. Vaelith was of the Luminari Myce, a humanoid people whose skin was a tapestry of living threads. Soft blue light drifted beneath her filaments the way pulse drifts beneath translucent wings. In the dark, she looked like a map of constellations walking upright. Along her skull grew a crown of pale, antler‑like hyphae; each antler sprouted tiny lantern caps whose gills breathed faint, cold fire. Where others slept, Vaelith listened—to soils, to stones, to the small sighs the world makes when it changes its mind.

Liquid Star Dawn had been whispered across the roots for weeks before the sky finally unlatched. The Dream‑Mirror Tides—a bright, crystalline wind that turned reflections into gates—were said to follow the star‑rivers and shape them into bridges. Only myth had returned from those bridges, myth and the occasional traveler who came back with a new shadow, or none at all. Vaelith had been chosen to follow the first, brightest stream to its fount and bring back a draught for the sleeping Crown Titan far below the mycelial cathedrals. The Titan was the island’s dreamer; without its dreaming, forests would forget their own names and wind would forget to be kind.

Vaelith wore a mantle of night‑ferns and a belt woven of moon‑vine. On her palms, her filaments unfurled into soft cilia, quick to taste the air for changes. Slung over one shoulder was a lattice instrument called a chronophore, grown from the ribs of ancient shelf‑mushrooms; it did not measure time, but angles of possibility, the way a compass measures north. The chronophore rattled gently as the first star‑threads pooled into a shallow, shining river across the mushroom clearing.

A silhouette lifted from the far side of the grove, taller than any stag, more delicate than any deer. Its antlers were a choir of intricate loops; its face was a mask of obsidian facets reflecting a horizon no one could presently see.

“Treadlight,” Vaelith greeted, dipping her head.

The horned being bowed, and its many eyes blinked in slow sequence, like a constellation shuttering. Treadlight was an Aether Cervid, a creature of the Dream‑Mirror Tides, summoned by the promise of Liquid Star Dawn. Its hooves did not touch earth; they visited it.

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Liquid Star Dawn ][ Trippy Video on YouTube

Biografía

Nacido el 23 de agosto de 1970 en Madrid y actualmente residente en Coslada, mi pasión por la música comenzó desde muy joven. Estudié piano durante cuatro años, lo que me dio una sólida base musical y una sensibilidad especial por la composición.

Desde 1990 llevo pinchando vinilos, explorando las profundidades del techno y sus diferentes vertientes, siempre buscando nuevas formas de transmitir energía y emoción en la pista de baile.

Con el paso del tiempo, mi inquietud creativa me llevó a dar un paso más: producir mi propia música. Desde hace dos años trabajo con Logic Pro, disfrutando al máximo del proceso de creación y experimentación sonora.

Siempre he tenido una idea fija: componer música techno auténtica, con alma y carácter, reflejo de mi trayectoria y mi amor por el sonido analógico y la cultura underground.

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