 Sharp attitude meets brutal industrial sounds for an intense, commanding rave energy

TARANTULA

The things we should do for ourselves

the message is clear, PARTY HARD or go home!

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Nawatt - Party HARD (neo-tekno) [FREE DL]

Style: Acid & Peaktime Techno
BPM: 140

Promotion Mix for "Garten der Lüste" @ La Cova | 8. August 2025

Techno is Energy

A follow up to my first Techno mix but with more acid.

Into The Darkness 2

Bonsai Thunderball Channel One remix
old school is a good school, wasn't easy to turn that classic up onto an other level, 
but here we are... 😈

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NAWATT - Channel 3.0.3 [FREE DL]

Hier die Aufnahme von meinem Set beim Bithdaybash OpenAir von Markes und Paulyyyy 

Sonne, Sekt und satte Bässe - OPSOAS @ Birthdaybash Markes + Pauly / 19.07.2025

tribute to titan

Warehouse‑grade hard techno—bioluminal, hypnotic, relentless. Enter the helix.
Fast, industrial, trippy—ride the bioluminal hard techno corridor.
Peak‑time energy, rumble bass, zero mercy. Step into the Oracle.
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Neo rave sci‑fi visuals with ruthless hard techno drive.
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Helix of the Bioluminal Oracle
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The Story
Prologue — The Color That Learns Your Name

On the far side of a drowned continent, a river of mirror-liquid runs uphill into the clouds. It threads a trench through the sky and vanishes into an angle no map allows—an ongoing mistake in the geometry of weather. Locals call it the Chromatic Torrent. At night, it sheds feathers of light that fall like snow and melt into color without leaving the ground wet.

The courier arrives alone: a silhouette wrapped in a midnight coat that collects stray glints like rain. Their skiff waits behind them, folded to a blade of light under the quay, ribs ticking softly as if remembering the ocean. The courier closes a hand around a coin of pale fire and the coin grows lighter, as if it recognizes the palm. It is a permit and a promise, a round door that fits any lock that isn’t made of metal.

The wind smells of iron and cloves and wet stone. Above, the Torrent leans out of the sky like a muscle flexing, then loosens, then flexes again. Color runs within it in shifting lanes: indigo, teal, a little magenta heat, turned by some gravity that doesn’t belong to the world.

To the east: a forest of mushroom pylons rises from salt fog, the caps broad as amphitheaters, the stems braided with cables of living hyphae that carry light as if it were water. In that forest stands the one the courier has come to find: the Bioluminal Oracle, the ancient humanoid mushroom tree. It is older than the city, which is older than the sky in its current mood. When it moves—slow, slower—the fog reads the gesture and translates it into attention. The courier breathes once to count their ribs, then starts walking.

No one walks out to the Torrent without first speaking to the Oracle. If you try, the river will look away. That is how people drown in dry air.

I — City Quay, and a Coin That Warms Like a Small Moon

Boardwalks hold to the shore with brass teeth; underfoot, gullies of shadow. Traders have packed away their night markets, leaving the quay smelling of smoked kelp and engine perfume. The courier slides between shuttered kiosks until the buildings thin and the quay becomes a tongue of basalt licking the fog.

The coin grows warm, and with it, the world clarifies. On the basalt, faint as breath on glass, a lattice of DMT filament unfurls, lines intersecting in patient thirty-degree rhymes, leading east toward the mushroom pylons. Each joint glows like a pinprick star. When the courier steps on the lattice, the lines brighten. There is no sound, yet the bones of the quay vibrate minimally, as if acknowledging a password.

A shape crosses above—no bird, not a craft. A figure made of ovals of light connected by corridors, a strolling bureau of weather examining its paperwork. The courier keeps moving.

They do not carry weapons. There’s nothing to fight out here that knows what a weapon is.

Continues on the website:
https://grasspatchbum.com/2025/08/15/helix-of-the-bioluminal-oracle/

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Helix of the Bioluminal Oracle - Enter the Oracle @ YouTube

Relentless kicks, dark rave pressure—this is a 4AM hard techno weapon.
Underground warehouse vibes: hard techno, fast, raw, unstoppable.
Acid bites, steel drums—peak‑time ignition for the rave.
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2025 techno anthem—acid hooks & relentless warehouse drive.
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Serotonin Tundra
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I. Letters of Light
The tundra does not begin so much as arrive.

I crossed a ridge of cobalt ice, and the sky opened like a book turning to its first bright page. Lines of aurora braided above me—mint, sakura, electric teal—ribboning into sharp, deliberate strokes, as if some patient hand were writing with light. The wind was not cold. It had the temperature of a held breath, the taste of orange peel and winter.

They had warned me: There is a place where weather remembers how to feel. Go there if you want your moods repaired, or rewritten. The map they gave me was only a single sentence: Follow the serif.

So I did. The aurora’s edges were not vague swirls but exact, knife-graceful curves, the kind a calligrapher draws when they mean every millimeter. I followed as if reading, and the sky punctuated distances with dots of amber stars, the way a sentence grips you with its rhythm until your steps match its meter.

The land below was an ocean rendered in slow motion—waves of violet and indigo snow, frozen mid-crest. From between the drifts rose mushrooms the size of towers, their caps freckled with lantern pores. Light leaked from them in steady breathing, as if the earth itself were practicing calm.

Far off, a silhouette moved: a whale gliding along the seabed of snow as if swimming through density alone. When it surfaced, the surface did not break; the snow accepted its shape and let it pass. Its flanks glimmered with constellations I didn’t recognize.

I spoke without deciding to. “I came to remember how to be happy.”

The whale’s eye turned. It was not human, not even mammalian in any familiar way, and yet something like patience lived there.

The nearest mushroom’s gills trembled, releasing a sigh of bioluminescent dust. Spores drifted up, each a tiny coin of color. When they touched the aurora, letters kindled—angular, clean, and ceremonial. They spelled the tundra’s answer across the sky:

WELCOME, READER.

It made me smile, and it made me feel read.

Continues on the website:
https://grasspatchbum.com/2025/08/08/serotonin-tundra/

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Serotonin Tundra - Mushroom Visual @ YouTube Music Video

JAGGESYNTESIA

NAWATT - Dark Gospel

Hard techno warehouse energy—drop in now and ride the storm.
Peak‑time kicks, industrial grit—enter the tunnel.
Acid‑laced hard techno for the 4AM warehouse.
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Neo rave sci‑fi visuals with ruthless hard techno drive.
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Helix of the Bioluminal Oracle
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Keep in touch with latest releases:
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The Story
The plain was made of black salt, a horizon of matte crystals that swallowed reflections instead of returning them. Above it hung a sky the color of cooled iron. Nothing moved, not the thin grasses fossilized in place, not the distant ribs of petrified cactus, not the oval shadows that pooled where there should have been light. The air felt thick—like a held note, like a thought someone forgot to finish.

Out of that heldness, a figure stepped.

They were not armored or robed. They carried no tools, only a glass seed cupped in both hands, small enough to hide in a fist, heavy enough to pull the shoulders down. The seed was not luminous, but light noticed it; beams bent when it passed. The traveler steadied their breath until it matched the inaudible pulse threading through the ground. When they looked up, the horizon turned by a fraction, just enough to show that all horizons here were part of a wheel.

The wheel’s center was nowhere and everywhere, but its rim—the path—ran straight ahead. The traveler started walking.

Out past the fifth step, the salt exhaled spores that did not rise or fall. They hung, counting each other, arranging themselves into a body: a lank, cathedral-shouldered mushroom being with gills inscribed in teal. Its shadow formed before its cap; then its stem curled up from the shadow’s edge, a reversed sprout. The gills flexed, and stenciled onto the air between them appeared a silent string of equations shaped like vines.

The traveler paused without fear. The equations were invitations.

The mushroom lifted its arm. Halfway through the gesture, the arm became a cactus rib, green lacquer with glints of trapped suns. The rib arched overhead and, with a soft click of geometry, multiplied into a corridor: rib upon rib, an arcade of living anatomy, each curve fitted to the next by joints that whispered when they turned. Salt slipped out of salt, forming steps that did not look like steps until the traveler placed a foot on them and the ground agreed.

A corridor of ribs and spores opened toward a darkness that was not night, and the traveler crossed the threshold.

Beneath the ribs, the air acquired weight. Droplets formed on the cactus skin and beaded, each bead holding a world full of tiny weather. Where the beads grazed one another, prisms were born—micro-faceted insects that hummed without sound and flew in quivering constellations. Columnar forms extruded from the salt like glass trees, branches interlocking in a scaffold of perfect errors. Between branches, filaments stretched into a lattice, a graph of choices the traveler hadn’t made yet.

In the prisms, the traveler’s reflection wore a dozen futures. In some, the seed had already been planted; in others, the seed was a piercing and the sky was stitched to their skin. In one, there was no traveler at all, only the seed rolling like a planet where the ribs met the plain.

Continues on the website:
https://grasspatchbum.com/2025/08/18/mercury-river-protocol/

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Mercury River Protocol - Psy Visuals on YouTube

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:
https://grasspatchbum.com/2025/08/19/white-field-aperture/

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White Field Aperture - Psy Music Video @ YouTube

i think all the songs in my account will be acid-techno

Electric Surge

Euphoria Elevation

DJ/Producer. Being a DJ is such a rush, being behind the decks and seeing the crowd jumping and dancing. I started back in 96, played all over New England and  beyond, and have shared the stage with some of the best. 

Viver arte é possível mesmo quando não se é possível viver de arte

Next Gig:
&#128640; Coming Soon!

Past Gigs:

La Cova
&#127801; Garten der Lüste | Hamburg

HS Club
&#128150; Spread Love Festival | Hude

Catonium
&#x1F9CA; Break the Ice | Hamburg
&#127752; Kinky is Colorful | Hamburg
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&#127911; DJ from Hamburg - Germany

For booking please contact me via
Soundcloud or Instagram.

Styles: 
&#127911; Peaktime/Prog/Acid/Hard-Techno
&#127911; Deep/Tech/Hard/Psy-Trance
&#127911; Deep/Vocal/Prog/Future-House

Original name was ignore this account BTW
ALSO i dont care if you use my songs in a game or anything else

Neo-Tekno alchemist
Acidcore dealer
Brussels-born raver

All in Free Download!
Send me a msg for bookings

BIO:

- Nawatt is a Brussels-based musician whose unique sound blends neo-acid, early hardcore  and all darker tekno elements into intense sonic experiences. His journey into the underground electronic music began in 2008, when he discovered the free party scene across Belgium, France, and the Netherlands as a resident artist for 
www.aku-soundsystem.com
Immersed in the rave culture, he quickly became captivated by the raw energy and subversive spirit of hardtek and acid tekno.

- By 2010-2011, after playing at some raves in Brussels, he began to feel the limitations of the typical hardcore and hardtek sounds released, sparking a desire to delve deeper. This led him to explore the darker, more experimental side of electronic music, with a focus on creating his own tracks he crafted his own distinct take on acidtekno and hardcore music.

- In the summer of 2012, he made the shift to Ableton, aiming to produce deeper, more agressive acid-core and "neo-tekno". His goal was not just to make music, but to create explosive, mystical soundscapes that could transport listeners to otherworldly realms. Since then, his work has become heavily influenced by the iconic 303 & the early gabber hardcore scene, with a sound that evokes power, darkness and transcendence—perfect for those looking to journey through the harder sonic depths of the underground raves such as Tek'n'Bass, 303breakstreet, Datsuzoku, and many more ...

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Nawatt’s music continues to evolve, driven by his obsession with acid-driven, experimental rhythms and his commitment to pushing boundaries and energy within the realms of psychedelic and mystical soundscapes.

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DM for collabs, remixes, or live visuals

vinyl releases:
KMR - OVNIVOR 11
VB - vinyl bleu 03

Dig the tunes? Check out the music videos YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@grasspatchbum

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Need change - going harder.

Techno, Trance, Psytech, Psytrance, and other liquid psychedelic music is where I'm the happiest but I do love a lot of Latin, Tribal, Lofi, Chillhop so occasionally I'll release something off-beat.

------ Past-Tense Shenanigans ------

Born in the dust-filled vibes of a ‘90s apartment, Grass Patch Bum started spinning records back when vinyl was king and internet cafes were revolutionary. Armed with a crate of vinyl, Grass Patch Bum dived headfirst into underground raves and sweaty house parties, learning the art of blending beats on turntables and (eventually) the "futuristic" CDJs. But the journey didn't stop there.

After taking a hiatus to dive into the world of FL Studio and dissect the mechanics of production, Grass Patch Bum came back stronger, with a repertoire of original sounds and the technical chops to match. Fast forward, and they've turned dancefloors upside down from Thailand to Vietnam, Bali to the heart of Europe. Now, powered by Ableton Live and a creative arsenal that refuses to stay in one genre, Grass Patch Bum weaves sonic journeys that blend groove, grit, and just a sprinkle of nostalgia for the good ol' days.

Catch him live for a taste of nostalgia, modern beats, Latin grooves, electronic melodies, and a wide range of liquid sounds. Whether it's a tropical beach in Thailand or an underground club in Berlin, Grass Patch Bum brings thems booty movements like no other.

dj and host of "Froschrave" 

booking: 
opsoasmusic@gmail.com


*upcoming*

19.07. / secret OpenAir - Berlin Marzahn 


*past*

///2025
20.06. / Halja @ AVA Berlin

///2024
01.11. / Halloween @ Berliner Wingolf
28.09. / Halja @ Erdreich 
30.08. / Froschrave XII
10.05. / Froschrave XI
16.03. / C.O.R.N
21.01. / Mensch Meier closing

///2023
23.09. / Halja Rave
15.09. / Froschrave X
01.09. / Evolution Festival
19.08. / Entropie Festival - secret mini floor
21.07. / Froschrave IX
17.05. / Froschrave VIII
07.04. / Froschrave VII
20.01. / Hybris @ DarkSide Studios

///2022
27.10. / Bricks
16.09. / Froschrave VI
19.08. / Froschrave V
05.08. / ZoneX @ DarkSide Studios
14.04. / Froschrave IV

///2021
08.10. / Froschrave III
16.07. / Froschrave II
25.06. / Froschrave I

///2020
14.08. / secret rave

New tracks tagged #Acid-techno