WRITTEN, PRODUCED, ARRANGED AND PERFORMED BY: DOMINIQUE MONIQUE aka  DOMINIQUEFRENCH
INSTRUMENTAL REPLAYED, ARRANGED & VOCALS MIXED BY: JOE WEINBER aka (COtu) TREY W
MASTERING BY: MARK FELISH-NY

LOVING U LOVING ME

Loving-U-Loving-Me

My new set this time EURO TRANCE DANCE from 93 till 23 Enjoy it

Lasgo - Alone (Peter Luts Remix)
Versus -  What's poppin (Narciss remix)
Jennifer Lopez - Waiting For Tonight (Chané Weapon Edit) 
Ian Van Dahl feat. Marsha - Castles In The Sky (Wippenberg Remix)
Jam & Spoon Feat. Plavka – Right In The Night VS Castles In The Sky Beat (DANIEL MASUP) 
Ruff Driverz - Dreaming (Terry Lee Brown Jr. Remix)
RotorMotor - Drava (ft. Pholia) VS Ruff Driverz - Dreaming Beat VS LSDXOXO - Mutant Exotic (DANIEL MASUP) 
Extreme Trax - Don't Hold Back The Music (Trance Edit)
Intermission – Honesty
Narciss - Make It Thru
Resistance D, Sophia Sands - Impression VS Narciss - Make It Thru (DANIEL MASUP) 
Kendal - Techno Positivo
La Bouche - Be My Lover VS Kendal - Techno Positivo (DANIEL MASUP)
DJ Heartstring - Never Let Me Go
Phased Records - Let The Groove Be Your Guide
Culture Beat - Anything VS Phased Records - Let The Groove Be (DANIEL MASUP)
Arman John - Goin' Down
Mo Do - Gema Tanzen (Daniel Remix)

MY EUROTRANCEDANCE 93/23 SET ONLY THE BEST

PHA₦TA5IA sprawled beneath ☰THERIA like the fevered vision of a poet caught between ecstasy and madness. It was a realm where decadence and decay entwined, where the cities rose not in orderly grace but in wild, beautiful chaos, grand structures crumbling even as they were adorned, ancient stone overtaken by vines that pulsed with life, as if each leaf, each petal, was born from a love that had turned reckless and heady with the taste of its own mortality.

Here, the sun blazed with a hunger unknown to other worlds, casting shadows that danced and writhed, slipping into shapes that teased the edge of perception. In this light, reality grew slippery, distorted by the haze of desires unquenched, unashamed, a fever-dream of lust and longing that permeated the streets like incense. And when night descended, it came alive with secrets murmured like forbidden promises, each whisper a shiver, each glance a fleeting sin that the darkness embraced and cherished.

Nothing in PHA₦TA5IA was meant to last. It was a place where the line between creation and destruction blurred, where beauty and ruin were lovers entwined in an endless dance. Pleasure here was like a flame, illuminating and consuming all it touched, and pain was its echo, a reminder that even in the height of passion, there lay the shadow of loss. The Phantasians moved through this world as though on a stage, their lives a masquerade of indulgence, driven by yearnings that seemed to rise from the earth itself, ancient and primal, desires they neither understood nor wished to tame. They laughed, they wept, they made love and war with equal fervor, unaware or perhaps willfully blind to the invisible hands that shaped their fates.

For above them, the Puppet Masters watched, their cold, elegant gaze casting its shadow over every fervent touch, every whispered vow, every fleeting joy and sorrow. In the vast theater of PHA₦TA5IA, the Phantasians were but actors, unaware of the strings that bound them, oblivious to the unseen eyes that delighted in their folly. And yet, even as they reveled, they held themselves above, casting their gaze down to the depths of the world below, to the Subterrans they saw as lesser, the creatures of shadow and toil whose existence justified their own glittering decadence.

In PHA₦TA5IA, hierarchy was an art as delicate as it was cruel, spun by the Puppet Masters with the precision of a blade’s edge. The Phantasians, lost in their opulent dream, believed themselves blessed, chosen to live in the light, forever protected from the darkness below. Yet they danced on a precipice, a mere breath away from falling, their souls burning with a fervor so bright it could only end in ash.

PHA₦TA5IA

The bar that held them now was a reflection of PHA₦TA5IA’s indulgence—a kitschy, bisexual den of excess, where fashion and absurdity intertwined in a bizarre, surreal spectacle. Clowns in high-fashion couture danced beneath flickering neon lights, their laughter ringing out like madness. Grotesque clown faces leered down from the walls, their twisted smiles mocking the secrets hidden beneath the surface. The air was thick with the mingling scents of sweat, alcohol, and something darker—something sweet, forbidden, and intoxicating. Dark corners whispered of PHA₦TA5IA thrummed with unspoken promises, each hidden back room and darkened alcove whispering of forbidden trysts and indulgences too secret for the light of day. It was a world gilded with hedonism, a theater of opulence where sins were polished until they gleamed, tucked away beneath laughter and lust. Secrets were born here, nursed and hidden beneath layers of decadence, sheltered by the thick, intoxicating air of excess.

But Ŧ∆βʊ did not belong here. He had slipped through the cracks between worlds, like smoke drifting from the underworld, evading the weight of shadows to ascend into this blinding spectacle. From the steel-laden depths of ||ND3RGR0||ND, where the air was thick with grit and the hum of machinery replaced music, he had emerged cloaked and disguised. In this kingdom of grotesque laughter and painted faces, he was but another clown in gaudy attire, another mask in a sea of masked faces. Yet his purpose was no game. Behind his painted face, hidden beneath the carnival costume, lay a man who had come to hunt for truth.

No one recognized him—none of the revelers, not the ones who had left him for dead, who had watched him succumb to their poisons with cold eyes and careless smiles. They drifted past him, glancing with only the faintest interest, secure in the belief that their secret had bound him to the shadows, shackled him with the weight of a past no man could bear. They were wrong. He was no longer the broken soul they had once known; the man who had stumbled in a haze of fractured memories, lost and wandering, that man was gone.

Seven years had dulled his mind, stealing away his memories with the slow, cruel precision of poison, leaving him to drift in a fog where his pain lay hidden. But now, the haze had lifted, each memory sharpening like glass shards pressing through his thoughts, piecing together a life they had tried to bury. The trauma had forged him anew, chiseling away the weakness until what remained was harder, colder—a force with purpose. He had returned, not merely to watch, not to linger unseen in the background of their debauchery, but to gather the fragments of a broken past and wield them like a weapon.

As he moved through the throng, his gaze flitted over the masked faces with cold, calculated intent, searching for the threads that would lead him to the truth, to justice. They thought their darkness was his prison, that the secret they shared would keep him silent. But they could not know how close he had come, how the shadows no longer frightened him, how he was ready to drag their sins into the light. This time, it would be they who trembled, who faced the reckoning, while he stood ready to lay bare the truths that would bring them to their knees.

H!GH-F∆$H!ØN CLOW₦ CR3W

"Echoes Through a Shrouded City" is the latest release from acclaimed techno artist Atroxx, set to launch on November 22nd. This album marks a significant evolution in Atroxx’s musical journey, showcasing his versatility and breadth as an artist. Known primarily for his contributions to the techno scene, Atroxx breaks new ground with this eclectic collection, which traverses a wide spectrum of genres.

The album unfolds as a sonic journey through a diverse array of musical landscapes. Listeners will be immersed in the ethereal sounds of Liquid Drum n Bass, the soothing rhythms of downtempo soulful RnB, the raw energy of indie rock, and the organic grooves of house music. Naturally, Atroxx’s signature techno influence is ever-present, weaving through the album and tying together its multifaceted narrative.

Each track on "Echoes Through a Shrouded City" is meticulously crafted to flow seamlessly into the next, creating an immersive and evolving auditory experience. This cohesive storytelling through music not only highlights Atroxx's technical prowess but also his deep emotional connection to his art. The album reflects his journey as an artist who refuses to be confined by a single genre, pushing boundaries and exploring new territories.

"Echoes Through a Shrouded City" is more than just an album; it’s an exploration of sound, emotion, and artistic expression. It invites listeners to embark on a transformative journey, discovering the many dimensions of Atroxx’s musical identity.

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