Unknown Prospect Vol​.​1 (snippets)

Dubby, detroit inspirated and floating techno EP

Mastering & lacquer cut by Kassian Troyer at Dubplates & Mastering Berlin

The Storytellers EP

No Place In Time

Dying & Barakat - No Place In Time - Preview (B2 / Mitsubasa MTB010)

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For our 39th release, Oakland, California based artist Müzmin delivers four exemplary tracks that typify his hypnotic, meticulously crafted sound. 

With several recent record releases on Planet Rhythm, and EP's on [R]3volution, Counterchange, and Dstm he has firmly placed himself amongst the top echelon of underground techno producers. We welcome Müzmin to From 0-1, and introduce to you his Centers of Action EP. 

Enjoy. 

Mastering: Dietrich Schoenemann, Complete USA 

Design: Rubidium

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Müzmin - Mantis 13

Buy link: https://elart.bandcamp.com/album/project-cisneros
Album: Project Cisneros
Artist: Albert Salvatierra
Label: Elart Records
Catalog: ELART016
Format: Digital
Genre: #Electronic
Style: #Techno
Release date: 25/03/2024

IG: @albert.salvatierra 
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PREMIERE: Albert Salvatierra - Cisneros 04 [ELART016]

Your Robot Has No Memory

Stigmatize You

Storm - We Love (Mellow Trax Remix)

Follow Me Through The Woods

Music video : https://youtu.be/j0MPhq5wskg

Hypnotic techno for peak‑time—get lost in a fantasy rave through an amber gate.
Dark melodic techno + warehouse energy; a mythic trip in Ultra 3D.
Driving 125 BPM techno—enter the prism forest and don’t look back.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
I. The Basin That Breathes

The basin had no sky in the ordinary sense. It wore an amber crown that dimmed and brightened like a thought, and its dunes were made of glass-fine dust that held the footprints of yesterday’s wind. Beneath that crust lay pipework built by fungi older than regret—hyphae gears, mycelial bellows, and a long engine whose heart ticked in a ribcage of basalt. The basin did not shake when it woke; it inhaled, and the dunes dipped in a slow, respectful bow.

Aralune walked the rim, and if you must call Aralune a person, do it gently. Aralune’s skin was interleaved glass and moss—translucent planes crossed by dim rivers of biolum. The face was a moon cut from green stone; the hair, not hair at all, but braided hyphae threads that whispered the weather. Around the throat hung a single coin-moth—alive but patient—fastened with a loop of frost-wire like a quiet promise.

Aralune had come because the basin’s spores were speaking again. Every thousand breaths, the plain told a story in geometry—spore-script rising in the air, making corridors where there were none, doors where there had never been walls. And tonight was a rarer hour, one spoken of in fossil tongues and recorded as a rumor under the shell of a mirror tortoise: the Turning, when light itself could change its mind.

They were not alone. On the near slope, a phalanx of mirror tortoises began their climb. Their shells were domes of tempered reflection, plated like old armor and banded with narrow rings that contained the history of distances. From their mouths drifted tiny chimes: not sound, exactly, but pressure adjusting to the telling of a name.

At the crest, a cluster of eel-shaped entities surfaced from the dunes in spirals. They were not wet, yet they gleamed; their bodies were tubes of clear crystal, and in their hollow centers flowed silver smoke that made numbers by accident. They carried nothing and could carry anything, if asked the right way.

Farther in, towering above a meadow of cap-lamps, stood the Oracle of Spores—a cathedral mushroom with gills like bookshelves and a stem carved by wind into the shape of a patient bell. The Oracle did not move. Ridges of biolum rose and fell, spelling interviews with silence.

Aralune placed one hand on the dust and felt the engine’s intake. A long breath. The crown brightened; the rim shadows tightened. It had begun.

II. The Procession of Things That Never Learned to Be People

The basin thrummed; the eel-choir threaded themselves into braided cables, their glassy bodies weaving an aerial towline from ridge to ridge. The coin-moth on Aralune’s neck unfurled and lifted—a silver disc with a body no thicker than a sigh. In flight it wrote faint glyphs that fell apart the moment you understood them, the way dreams do when you open a door.

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