~⁺˚.༄࿐〰︎〰︎〰︎࿐༄.˚⁺~〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎~⁺˚.༄࿐~⁺˚.༄࿐〰︎〰︎〰︎࿐༄.˚⁺~〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎༄࿐
Long ago, intergalactic explorers spoke of a place hidden deep in the folds of cyberspace—unreachable by map or traditional machine. A blue world, not charted on any navigation system. 

Some believed it was just a glitch—static in the signal. Others believed it was real. A planet made of water, memory, and sound.

Now, somehow, it has been accessed. Not through coordinates or any route we understand—but through an underwater fracture in space itself.

 An aquatic gate that opens without warning, swallowing signal, memory, and sound alike.

The surface is endless liquid—still, glowing, and strange. Ripples move in patterns that don’t make sense—looping, reversing, responding to something unseen. Beneath the surface, alien creatures drift slowly in circles.

Ruins sit in the shallows—sunken ships and submarines surrounded by broken structures from a time no one remembers.

Black coral towers rise out of the water. Their surfaces glow with shifting symbols—markings that seem to change when you aren’t looking. Strange lifeforms hover nearby; they don’t speak, but they seem to be listening.

Far above, broken moons orbit the planet. When they align, the tides shift. The world changes shape. Forgotten paths open. Lost signals return.

No one knows how long you stay here. There is no clock. No night or day. Only the swirling of the lagoons.

~⁺˚.༄࿐〰︎〰︎〰︎࿐༄.˚⁺~〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎~⁺˚.༄࿐~⁺˚.༄࿐〰︎〰︎〰︎࿐༄.˚⁺~〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎༄࿐


Lagoon Dreams EP

Artist: Charlie Tennger 
Label: Basement Beats Records
Year: 2025 
Mastered: Time Item Studio 
Artwork: DollyMixStudios

Charlie Tennger - Solar Spells

~⁺˚.༄࿐〰︎〰︎〰︎࿐༄.˚⁺~〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎~⁺˚.༄࿐~⁺˚.༄࿐〰︎〰︎〰︎࿐༄.˚⁺~〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎༄࿐
Long ago, intergalactic explorers spoke of a place hidden deep in the folds of cyberspace—unreachable by map or traditional machine. A blue world, not charted on any navigation system. 

Some believed it was just a glitch—static in the signal. Others believed it was real. A planet made of water, memory, and sound.

Now, somehow, it has been accessed. Not through coordinates or any route we understand—but through an underwater fracture in space itself.

 An aquatic gate that opens without warning, swallowing signal, memory, and sound alike.

The surface is endless liquid—still, glowing, and strange. Ripples move in patterns that don’t make sense—looping, reversing, responding to something unseen. Beneath the surface, alien creatures drift slowly in circles.

Ruins sit in the shallows—sunken ships and submarines surrounded by broken structures from a time no one remembers.

Black coral towers rise out of the water. Their surfaces glow with shifting symbols—markings that seem to change when you aren’t looking. Strange lifeforms hover nearby; they don’t speak, but they seem to be listening.

Far above, broken moons orbit the planet. When they align, the tides shift. The world changes shape. Forgotten paths open. Lost signals return.

No one knows how long you stay here. There is no clock. No night or day. Only the swirling of the lagoons.

~⁺˚.༄࿐〰︎〰︎〰︎࿐༄.˚⁺~〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎~⁺˚.༄࿐~⁺˚.༄࿐〰︎〰︎〰︎࿐༄.˚⁺~〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎༄࿐


Lagoon Dreams EP

Artist: Charlie Tennger (CO.KO Remix)
Label: Basement Beats Records
Year: 2025 
Mastered: Time Item Studio 
Artwork: DollyMixStudios

Charlie Tennger - Lagoon Dreams (CO.KO Remix)

Cette chanson a été inspirée. Par une discussion avec mon amie mélice.
paroles irilove

Je ne suis pas ton ange, d’accord ? On y va.

Tu ne cesses de me voir en déesse,
Mais je te jure, c’est une foutue foutaise.
Je ne suis pas Marie, ni Cléopâtre,
Je suis juste une femme qui rouspète et se débat.

Le matin je sens le café brûlé,
Je râle sur tout, je n’arrive pas à m’arrêter.

Toi tu me colles des ailes dans le dos,
Moi je traîne mes chaussures dans le caniveau.
Un jour tu comprendras, mon pauvre gars,
Que je ne suis qu’une fille comme il y en a là-bas.

Tu me peins sirène sur tes halos,
Moi j’ai la vaisselle qui s’empile sur le frigo.
Tes grands discours, cela me fait marrer,
Je ne suis pas mystique, je suis là pour de vrai.

Je n’ai pas de pouvoirs, pas d’auréole,
J’ai des factures, des habits qui s’effilochent.

Toi tu me colles des ailes dans le dos,
Moi je traîne mes chaussures dans le caniveau.
Un jour tu comprendras, mon pauvre gars,
Que je ne suis qu’une fille comme il y en a là-bas.


Aime mes humeurs, mes coups de colère,
Mes vérités qui t’arrachent les nerfs.
Si tu m’aimes, aime aussi la tempête,
La table qui vibre quand mon poing s’y arrête.


Range tes “mon ange” et ton cinéma. 
Garde-moi vraie, ou ne me garde pas.

Toi tu me colles des ailes dans le dos,
Moi je traîne mes chaussures dans le caniveau.
Un jour tu comprendras, mon pauvre gars,
Que je ne suis qu’une fille comme il y en a là-bas.
Une fille d’ici, pas du ciel là-bas.

Je ne suis pas ton ange

"genre-bending techno" showcases the devilish techno spirit that some might say has been lacking in recent years, but hits will full force ahead of our forthcoming album.



no note
you're dead
you're fucked
react

reAct

broken composers - reAct

A studio mix of some deep hypnotic techno and dub techno

HYPNOTIC TECHNO Studio Mix September 2025 [131bpm]

MUSICIANS
John Beckmann: all music, lyrics, and production
Tanner McGraw: vocals
Lux Astralis: New York: recording studio + mastering

LYRICS
Dreaming I’m a rock star,
The stage is made of dawn,
Every note a veil that falls,
Until the self is gone.

Dreaming I’m a rock star,
Where the music drinks the sea,
Every chord dissolves the world,
Until the world dissolves in me.

Dreaming I’m a rock star,
No name, no face, no flame,
Only love becomes the song,
And the song forgets my name.

Dreaming I’m a rock star,
Dreaming I’m a rock star,
Dreaming I’m a rock star…

Ghost Files

🚨 No Doubt 🚨

🟢 Genre: Minimal / Deep Tech
🎚️ BPM: 131
🎵 Key: F minor

tiktok = ewan_233

Free Download

NO DOUBT

⚡ Podtek #2 — Le voyage continue ⚡

Après un premier épisode intense, je reviens avec un second mix qui repousse encore plus loin les frontières du son.
🔊 Une heure de techno pure, entre rythmiques hypnotiques, basses profondes et textures envoûtantes.

Chaque sélection est pensée comme un récit sonore : une montée progressive, des transitions fluides, et une énergie qui ne faiblit jamais.
🔥 Ce mix incarne l’esprit Podtek : puissant, innovant, et taillé pour ceux qui veulent se laisser emporter par la musique sans détour.

➡️ Podtek #2 n’est pas seulement une suite, c’est une nouvelle étape dans cette aventure.
Restez connectés — le meilleur est encore à venir.


🎧 Tracklist – Podtek #2 🎧

1️⃣ Darren Emerson, Nick Muir, John Digweed – Tracer (Darren Emerson Womb Mix)
2️⃣ Egbert – Rollende Technodingen (Original Mix)
3️⃣ 8kicks – Etherspace (David Phoenix Remix)
4️⃣ David Phoenix – Phantom Power (Extended Mix)
5️⃣ D-Unity – I Can’t See (Metodi Hristov Remix)
6️⃣ Dysart – Deep Roll (Original Mix)
7️⃣ Wehbba – Glasswerk (Original Mix)
8️⃣ AIO – Purple Grain (Maksim Dark Remix)
9️⃣ Carbon, Lampe – Driving Mad (Original Mix)
🔟 Luis M – Dirty Swamp (Extended Mix)
1️⃣1️⃣ Mateo! – Stay Frosty (Extended Mix)
1️⃣2️⃣ Pablo Say – Soul Back (Original Mix)
1️⃣3️⃣ San Nicolas – Intimate (Extended Mix)
1️⃣4️⃣ Reza Golroo, Giancarlo Di Chiara – Bitches (Extended Mix)
1️⃣5️⃣ Julian Jeweil – Schema (Original Mix)

Podtek #2

Trying to catch the last touch of sunny days in this one : percussive house, deep grooves, sexy vocals 💋

UNAM | SUMMER NEVER ENDS

Freitag abends auf dem @tarmac-festival 🪩 Das war so toll 💗danke @vacanzaev ✨

MRTI @ Tarmac Festival 2025 | Vacanza

MUNDO SEM FIM

Release date 12 October 2025
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HIDDEN MEASURES

outward

Damage your ears by turning your volume a liiiiiitle too loud! You better've brought your earclucks!!!

EarClucks

STAIR LIFT

NEON

TIMELESS

VOL.6(MINI-MIX3.0)

Kildare
Email for bookings: Ewandonnelly001@gmail.com

тнє ∂єєρєя уσυ gσ, тнє ѕтяαηgєя тнє є¢нσєѕ вє¢σмє...

SubtleFm Residency Mix: https://on.soundcloud.com/KsqJZbjHTz5KzBCU9

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/basement.beats.co?igsh=aXI2c3B4cjJ5MHlt

TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@basement.beats

I’m just someone trying to learn how to DJing. I love techno.

glitchin' since 2017
vitali yu + kirill rave

keep the groove 🌪️

Paris based | Booking : unam.booking@gmail.com

Je suis IRILOVE, auteur-compositeur indépendant de l’Aude. Mes textes sont des manifestes intimes : ils secouent, questionnent, rallument. Ma voix ? Parfois synthétique, parfois humaine. Mes styles ? Sans limites : rock, électro, rap, reggae, jazz, selon l’humeur du moment. J’utilise Suno Pro pour donner vie à mes émotions et Studio One Pro pour sculpter chaque son comme un artisan. Mon univers est hybride, entre chanson alternative, électronica poétique et beats mentaux. Je cherche la justesse, pas la perfection. Écoutez mon cri calme sur SoundCloud.  SACEM  France
I’m IRILOVE, a songwriter from the Aude region of France. My lyrics are manifestos: tender, lucid, defiant. My voice? Sometimes synthetic, sometimes human. My styles? Boundless: rock, electro, rap, reggae, jazz, driven by my mood. I use Suno Pro to shape expressive vocals and Studio One Pro to craft each track, blending organic and synthetic textures. The AI is my tool, not my author. My world is hybrid: alternative songcraft, poetic electronica, soft rebellion. I chase honesty, not perfection. Hear my calm cry on SoundCloud.  SACEM

demoss

singer-songwriter working on audio engineering (and not being a perfectionist)

trying to get all my music out there before i die one day, and always making new music

p.s. one thing were not doing is sticking to one genre
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Artist drawn to deep house in th 90s now heavily inspired by the dub Techno sound, where he straddles a few genres to create his style. Making Electronic music.

Identity and sound are fluid // Immer Leichtigkeit 🪐

@perraspartyservice 
1/2 of DJ Sonnenblumenöl (b2b w/ @louisemp 🌻)
@tatortrecords
contact: marti@perras-partyservice.de

dance with me here: 

17.07. Bredouille Bar, Berlin
18.07. Monarch Bar, Berlin
23.07. Garry Klein @ Rote Sonne b2b Louis EMP
25.07. Porto Pollo, Wien b2b iustin
01.08. Klangtherapie Festival b2b francesca
22/23.08. Lost&Sound Festival b2b DJ Rakete
05.09. Tarmac Festival

[2025]
20.01. Hör Berlin
03.03. Garry Klein x Rote Sonne, Munich
04.03. Goldener Reiter, Munich
08.03. Bulbul, Berlin
22.03. BeatBoutique, Hamburg
26.04. Soli Rave SeaWatch
26.04. 131 Bar, Berlin
17.05. WaldRave, Berlin
06.06. Ikarus Festival, Memmingen
14.06. DachÜberKopf Festival, München
20.06. Humboldthain, Berlin
05.07. Minimal Bar, Berlin

[2024]
24.01. Rote Sonne, Munich
02.02. Milla Club, Munich
28.02. Rote Sonne, Munich
15.03. RadTanke, Leipzig
30.03. Legal, Munich
03.05. Milla, Munich
04.05. Blütezeit Kollektiv, Bad Wörishofen
09.05. Sisyphos Wintergarten, Berlin
25.05. Krachparade, Munich
25.05. Gasteig, Munich
22.06. CSD Munich
13.07. Kommod Festival, Weilheim
17.07. Rote Sonne, Munich
17.08. Refuge Worldwide, Berlin
25.08. The Unknown @ Baergarten, Berlin
31.08. Lost and Sound Festival, Brandenburg
07.09. Bulbul, Berlin 
20.09. Ilses Erika, Leipzig (b2b iustin)
25.09. Rote Sonne, Munich
24.10. Crack Bellmer, Berlin
15.11. Badehaus, Berlin
14.12. Bulbul, Berlin
21.12. Unterdeck, Munich (b2b Louis EMP)
26.12. Legal, Munich

[2022/2023]

Humboldthain/ Re:mise/ Ritter Butzke/ Urban Spree/ Monarch Bar/Radio Sunshine, Berlin
Harry Klein/ Rote Sonne/ Backstage/ Muffatcafé/ Kinky Galore/ Legal/ Milla Club/ DNA, Munich
City Club/ Hallo Werner/ Soho Stage/ Kantine, Augsburg
Puls Open Air, Schloss Kaltenberg
Traumtänzer Festival, München
Modular Festival, Augsburg
Kontrast Festival, Schloss Pichel
...and more

www.mortalprophets.com

“Anyone having trouble getting to, or staying, asleep should proceed with caution when playing The Mortal Prophets’ debut album around bedtime. The demonic intentions implied by the album’s name and defined by John Beckmann … coil each selection in menacing directions, bringing fresh, often frightening twists to these standards. Be aware - when you engulf yourself in these riveting, uncompromising performances. They are not for the squeamish.”
- American Songwriter

The Mortal Prophets: John Beckmann’s Cinematic Descent Into the Electric Psyche

In the sprawling constellation of modern music, The Mortal Prophets occupy a shadowed corner—less a “band” in the traditional sense than a living, breathing séance conducted by John Beckmann. Across a series of albums, Beckmann has been excavating the strata of Americana, dream pop, blues, and avant-garde minimalism, folding them into a fever-dream narrative that feels like it was beamed from a late-night pirate radio station somewhere between the Mississippi Delta and the outer rings of Saturn. 

Beckmann, who founded New York’s Axis Mundi Design before turning his obsessive creative drive toward music, approaches songwriting like a visual architect—each track a space you inhabit rather than simply hear. His arrangements have the tension of architectural blueprints: precision married to instinct, steel and stone softened by ambient light. In GUITARWORKS II, the most recent installment in a sprawling instrumental odyssey, guitar tones unspool like distant telegraph wires, calling to mind Robert Fripp’s collaborations with Brian Eno, or the glacial drift of Cluster’s experimental soundscapes. It’s profoundly cinematic, yet never ornamental.

If Beckmann’s earlier releases (Stomp The Devil, Me and The Devil, Dealey Plaza Blues) reached back into mythic Americana—the open road, outlaw ballads, acid-washed folk visions—his more recent work tilts toward the abstract, replacing narrative with mood. This is music that understands how memory works: fractured, impressionistic, prone to bleed between truth and hallucination. The Mortal Prophets operate in that liminal space where you’re not sure if you’re dreaming, or just remembering wrong. 

Vocally, when Beckmann steps to the mic, it’s with a delivery equal parts Leonard Cohen confession and Bowie-esque theater—half-smirk, half-sermon. Lyrically, he trades in arcane symbols and sly allusions: 19th-century mystics rub shoulders with dive-bar drifters, and romantic longing flickers like neon through a rain-soaked windshield. He’s not afraid of obliqueness; in fact, he seems to revel in it. Where many contemporary songwriters flatten their work into algorithm-friendly hooks, Beckmann builds labyrinths. 

Part of The Mortal Prophets’ magnetism lies in its refusal to settle. One album might summon the humid ghost-blues of Junior Kimbrough refracted through a loop pedal; the next might drift into synth-heavy dream pop worthy of an early-’90s 4AD release. Beckmann’s collaborators—rotating players drawn from both avant-garde and roots backgrounds—expand that sonic palette, giving the project an almost shapeshifting quality. 
In a cultural moment where genre boundaries are largely performative, Beckmann treats them as haunted ruins worth spelunking through. His songs feel like dispatches from parallel histories of American music—histories where psychedelia never died, where blues never got sanitized, and where experimentalism didn’t have to hide in academic halls. 

The Mortal Prophets may never break into the Billboard mainstream, but that’s hardly the point. Their appeal is in the slow burn, the intimacy of discovery. Beckmann’s work isn’t built for quick consumption; it’s built for listeners willing to linger, to decode, to wander down the long corridors he constructs. In an era obsessed with speed and surface, The Mortal Prophets offer the opposite: a deep dive into the echo chamber of the self, scored by a man who seems to know exactly how to make the walls sing.

New tracks tagged #131bpm