EPISODE ONE

“Mindbreaker” is a tech-funk transmission — hypnotic pressure, broken rhythm, and beacon-grade low end. Built for dark systems, after-hours rituals, and summer rites.

🔻 Released under SubSync Records
⚡ Written & Produced by KIK SCIENCE

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Mindbreaker

Fresh track straight from my home studio!
A warm, driving house groove with a night-time vibe and steady rhythm.
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PROGRESSIVE SET

“Velvet Afterglow” blends deep house, jazzy chords, and smooth rhythms designed for that golden-hour-to-afterhours transition. This mix is all about warmth, movement, and emotional flow — the kind of set you’d play as the sun dips low and the night begins to hum.

Velvet Afterglow

A hypnotic journey through deep textures and evolving grooves. Crafted for late nights, mind trips, and timeless dancefloors. Dive in...

Veyra - TRENTX

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a 3 hour long bachelorette DJ mix for fun vibes. 

Xarix – Bachelorette Afterhours 2025 DJ Mix (techno & house)

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Dimuth K Live @ Vertigo Toronto 13.06.25

Espresso Macchiato (Karanbooty Remix)

As one of Turkey’s first Artificial Intelligence Jokeys (AIJ),  Karanbooty  pioneers a new sonic dimension through AI-powered music production. Blending experimental sounds with the limitless creativity of artificial intelligence, they explore the musical boundaries between humans and machines.
Each track brings the future of music into the present with AI-driven originality.

Dark grooves. Minimal energy. Futuristic rhythm.
Born in the underground, blending deep tech, progressive house, and hypnotic minimal beats to keep the night alive. Each set is crafted with precision, no filler, just raw pulse and drive.

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Electronic Music Artist from Sri Lanka currently based in Toronto, Canada.

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From the vibrant and diverse landscapes of Sri Lanka to the buzzing streets of Toronto, Dimuth K's journey mirrors the intensity and depth of his music. Raised amidst the turmoil of a civil war, he forged an underground sound that pulses with raw emotion and passion. His life’s turbulence and passion for music infuse his tracks with a distinctive edge, setting him apart.

A regular at Toronto's Coda and Montreal's Stereo, Dimuth has swiftly carved out a niche in the Canadian underground scene. His sets, often described as transformative and powerful, stand as a testament to his resilience and boundless creativity.

Dimuth's unique sound has garnered him recognition and releases from industry giants, including Hernan Cattaneo’s Sudbeat, Nick Warren 's Soundgarden, and many others.

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Curating dope sets & sharing good vibes

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São Paulo Brazil @gmafiarecords

Kik Science is a bass-driven music project blending elements of progressive electronic experimentation. Known for its deep, immersive soundscapes and heavy beats, Kik Science takes listeners on an auditory journey through atmospheric textures and cutting-edge rhythms. Each track & dj set showcases a balance of intensity and precision, capturing the essence of the underground electronic scene.

Our story continues...

Thorne’s voice was steady—too steady.
“The Coranthium is volatile, yes—but only when mishandled. What I carry isn’t just ore, it’s coded. Locked. A failsafe keyed to my biometrics. Kill me, and it destabilizes. Try to force it open, and… well, you’ll see how quickly your ranks scatter.”

A low murmur passed through the Vantoth squad stationed in the dimly lit airlock. The boarding party had spread just inside the corridor of Thorne’s own ship, armor-clad and motionless. The leader stood at the center, unmoved but alert. Neon saw it—the shift in tension, the split-second hesitation behind the visor.

“You expect me to believe that?” the leader asked, voice tight with scrutiny.

Thorne shrugged. “Believe what you want. But you’ve tracked us this far. You know what I’m capable of. You didn’t come aboard to call my bluff—you came to make sure I don’t activate the cascade.”

He was lying. Neon knew it. There was no cascade. But he sold it flat, clinical, like the countdown had already begun. Her heart pounded. If this fell apart, there was no backup.

The leader raised a hand, halting his squad. “Let’s say I do believe you. What do you want?”

“Safe passage,” Thorne said. “A corridor out. No pursuit. In exchange, you get the coordinates of a second Coranthium source—twice as pure, half as unstable.”

A long silence. Then a scoff. “You lie well, Thorne.”

“I lie exactly as well as I need to.”

The leader’s gaze shifted again to Neon. “And her?”

Before Thorne could reply, Neon stepped forward. “I’m the failsafe,” she said coldly. “You take him, I trigger it. Separate us, it activates. You want Coranthium? You play by our terms.”

The corridor tensed. For one breathless moment, time held still.

Then it came—the signal. A soft chime, almost indistinct, like a glass bell struck far away.

Thorne’s signal.

Neon didn’t hesitate. Her fingers found the decoy vial hidden in her sleeve. She snapped the cap and threw it hard against the floor between the nearest Vantoth soldiers. A burst of smoke erupted—thick, acrid, blinding.

“Run!” Thorne shouted, grabbing her wrist.

They bolted down the narrow corridor of their ship, smoke trailing like ghosts behind them. The Vantoth shouted in confusion. One pulse round seared overhead, but they didn’t slow down.

Thorne swerved toward the helm. Neon slammed the inner bulkhead panel as they passed, re-engaging emergency lockdown. The door sealed behind them with a hiss.

In the cockpit, the stars were already shifting.

“Are we clear of the tractor beam?” Neon gasped.

“Almost,” Thorne muttered, fingers dancing across controls. “Hold on—”

The ship lurched. A final tug, then freedom. The stars stretched, blurred, and then they were gone—into driftspace.

Neon leaned against the wall, chest heaving. “You said I’d know the signal.”

Thorne grinned without looking. “You did.”

“And if I’d missed it?”

“I had a backup plan.”

“Oh yeah? What was that?”

He didn’t answer.

Neon turned away, heart still racing. They were off the Vantoth grip—for now. But Mystica wasn’t finished with them yet. And neither was he.

She was starting to believe him.

And that was what scared her most.

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