I Will Survive . . . Gloria Gaynor
Dance, Dance, Dance (Yowsah, Yowsah, Yowsah) . . . Chic
Getting Serious . . . Frantique
Love In 'C' Minor . . . Cerrone
Thank God It's Friday . . . Love & Kisses
Prelude to Love / Could It Be Magic . . . Donna Summer
You Must Be Love . . . Love & Kisses
High Flying, Adored / Rainbow High . . . Festival
Give Me Love . . . Cerrone
Automatic Lover . . . Dee D. Jackson
Love's Coming / Baby Love . . . USA-European Connection
Gotta Go Home . . . Boney M

DISCO FANTASY

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

Disco Explosion (@ Midsommar Loft July 4th)

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

The party pulsed around him, a fevered chaos of color and laughter, where faces twisted behind masks, and desires danced unbound. Yet, even amid the dizzying revelry, Ŧ∆βʊ felt her presence—a force that drew him in, silent and unyielding. The Queen of Clowns sat enthroned in a haze of jeweled light, surrounded by skeletons draped in finery, her crown a shimmering cascade of gemstones and miniature skulls. Her face was a masterpiece of vivid greens and reds, her eyes dark and unblinking beneath painted arches, her crimson lips curved in a smile that knew both joy and cruelty.

She lifted one ringed hand, a single motion that commanded him forward. He hesitated, feeling her gaze cut through his disguise, laying bare his purpose. The sounds of the party dulled, fading into nothing as he stepped closer, drawn into her web.

“Quite a costume,” she murmured, her voice rich and layered, both seductive and lethal. “Tell me, stranger—what brings you here tonight, masked among the masked? Are you here to hide… or to hunt?”

“Perhaps a bit of both, your majesty,” he replied, his voice steady, though he sensed she saw the truth buried beneath his painted mask.

Her smile deepened, eyes glinting with a dark, dangerous wisdom. “Be careful, dear one. This place is a hall of mirrors. The deeper you go, the more likely you are to see yourself in ways you may not desire.”

Her words were a whisper of both warning and invitation. She leaned closer, her gaze sharp as glass. “If it’s justice or revenge you seek, know that such pursuits come at a cost. I would know—I have paid it myself.”

With a flick of her hand, she dismissed him, her gaze drifting back to the shadows. Yet her presence clung to him as he withdrew, her words echoing in his mind, a dark spell cast upon him. He felt her mark, the weight of her gaze lingering. The Queen of Clowns had seen him, understood him, and in that brief exchange, she had drawn him into her world of shadows, where every mask concealed secrets, and the line between hunter and hunted was but a whisper in the dark.

Q  U  E  E  N of the 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.

Q U E E N of the CLOW₦ CR3W

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