Matias YaaN - Pushing On (Original Mix) 160Kbps

July the 9th meet Mendoza-based dj-duo NP-Rio to deliver their two-tracks release "X65 H87" to Set About!
Enjoy this fierce Techno!

X65 H87

NP-Rio - X65 (Original Mix)

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On the 24th of September, meet producer and artist - The Second Wave to deliver his release 'The Mirage Of Life' to IAMT Red! 
"This release talks about human fear of existence, our existence means nothing but what we want it to, there will be a moment where we cease to exist, what will we leave behind?
Our desire to transcend nature, focusing on everything but enjoying life is what prevents us to do so."

The Mirage Of Life

The Second Wave - The Mirage Of Life (Original Mix)

On the 19th of November, meet producer and artist from Argentina - Nicolás Santucci to deliver his two track release 'Initial' to IAMT Red!

"Shattering kicks, underworld stabs, and macabre melodies give shape and body to my new release. Enjoy!"

Initial

Nicolas Santucci - Initial (Original Mix)

dZb 1012 - aM.IT - World Ends (Orginal Mix).

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Warehouse‑grade hard techno pressure; peak‑time energy, hypnotic drive.
Schranz edge at 136 BPM—rolling subs, iron kicks, relentless momentum.
Peak‑time assault; raw, deep & hypnotic textures collide.
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Underground tunnel energy—driving techno for maximum lift.
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White Field Aperture
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The Story
1 — Threshold: The Mirror That Drinks the Sky

The desert had learned how to be quiet. Black salt dunes laid their scales to the horizon; the wind went around them like a respectful rumor. I walked until the ground lost the habit of footprints and turned to mirror—not glass, not water, something that behaved like both until you asked it to choose. When I touched it, my fingers sank into a ketamine hush, the temperature of a held breath. The sky above me slipped downward, pooling at my feet, and the mirror took the sun into itself as easily as a coin into a sleeve.

“State your vector,” said a voice with the pleasant bluntness of machinery that also dreams.

I looked up. The ship had been a shimmer in peripheral vision; now it chose to exist. Ribs of spore-glass unfurled like the gills of an enormous bioluminescent mushroom, a vessel grown rather than built. Patterns pulsed beneath its skin—teal and cobalt, the color logic of an ocean that had never seen water. On its prow: a thin seam of light, smiling.

“Inside,” the ship said, as if there were no other sensible direction. “Name me and we’ll move.”

“If I name you, do you become true?” I asked.

“Everything is already true,” it replied. “Names are just handles to carry it by.”

I touched the seam and said, “Aperture.” The word fit its hull the way a right word fits a wrong silence. The mirror accepted our weight as if we were a memory returning to where it had been recorded. The world tipped, rotated—not falling but refracting—and the desert’s heat turned to the cool inner-weather of deep caves.

The hull closed around me, a cathedral grown from hyphae and patience. Filaments stitched the air with soft LSD confetti, each mote a syllable of a grammar only light can speak. Somewhere in the Aperture’s frame, a heartbeat began—mechanical and patient, the kind of rhythm you trust without deciding to.

“Destination?” the ship asked.

“Forward,” I said, and the mirror drank us whole.

2 — Corridor of Peyote Suns

Forward was a river of mercury that couldn’t decide between surface and volume. It braided under a ceiling of peyote suns, each one a hex of luminous scars that re-inked themselves as you watched. Desert bones turned to architecture: arches of white stone that remembered having been whale ribs. We slid beneath them like a secret trying to become a law.

Continues on the website:
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