Bochka’s heartbeat, distorted beyond control. “Кровь на танцполе” drives forward with brutal kicks, dense textures, and pure underground energy.

About SVEN DASH:
Sven Dash shapes noise into meaning. Born in Bogotá’s shadows, his Hard Industrial Techno and Bochka creations pulse with dark ritual energy - a fusion of tension, distortion, and cinematic depth that turns pulse into devotion.

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SVEN DASH - КРОВЬ НА ТАНЦПОЛЕ [Temporary Free Download]

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Hard techno + schranz surge—peak‑time energy and hypnotic groove collide.
Warehouse‑ready: acid flashes, industrial grit, rolling bass, 4AM tension.
Cinematic rave trip—hardgroove swing and laser‑edged kicks all the way.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
I. The Valley of Needles and Nebulae

The valley did not possess a sky so much as it wore one—like a mantle stitched from night and fossilized lightning. There, mountains grew as spirals, unfurling like ammonites that had learned the grammar of distance. Between them unrolled a plain of obsidian grass, each blade the height of a knight’s fingerbone and sharp enough to cut a breeze. Among the grass rose gardens of mushrooms whose caps glowed with psilocybin‑cool luminescence, swelling and shrinking as though the land itself were breathing. The air shimmered with prismatic latticework, the kind of crystalline geometry the old mages called LSD frost: not a substance, but a behavior of space when it remembered how to speak in angles.

From the far lip of the valley, a figure descended—tall, limber, and jointed like a cathedral. A crown of thornlike antlers curved from their brow, clear as frozen starlight. The skin beneath was night poured over basalt, veined with faint mycelial fire. Their eyes were two small nebulae, each laced with silent storms. This was Veyra of the Hollow Constellations, Thornbearer‑designate, though no coronation had yet bound the title to their name.

Veyra’s cloak whispered as it moved, stitched from comet dust and the lensing of gravity. Around Veyra’s ankles flowed a low tide of spores, soft as fog. They did not carry weapons. What lay ahead was not a war but an agreement older than war—older, some said, than the first thought the universe ever had about edge and center.

The valley’s gate was a living thing grown of stone and hyphae. It woke as Veyra approached, its arch unfurling in segments like a thornless jaw. Runes climbed across its face, rearranging themselves as if embarrassed by old spelling mistakes. Beneath the arch the air deepened to a dream. Veyra placed a palm against the gate and felt it taste the lines of their hand: the cool curiosity of limestone, the slow joy of mycelium, the seriousness of granite. The gate found Veyra true. It opened enough for a sun to pass, though only starlight slipped through.

Beyond the gate there was a bridge, but not one that any empire would have built. It spiraled upward—an amber helix woven from fossil light and the memory of insect wings. A hundred lantern moths, their bodies written from pale green fire, whirled around the helix and painted the air with script. Each swoop left a calligraphic ribbon that fluttered for a heartbeat before folding itself into the next ribbon, until the whole sky seemed to write a single, never‑ending word.

Veyra set a foot upon the helix. The bridge understood and answered in geometry. Every step translated weight into letters; every letter bent the helix half a degree toward the heart of an unseen star.

Above the valley’s slow breathing, the firmament gathered into a bowl. The stars were close—so close that a patient hand might stroke their bark. 

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Thornstar Coronation ~ Video on Youtube

In a hidden club known as "Shadow Protocol," nestled beneath the neon lights of a futuristic city, a mysterious DJ is spinning tonight. Judging by the way he handles and presents his soundscape, he seems otherworldly. His music blends industrial techno beats, dark EDM energy, and hypnotic trance, sweeping a diverse crowd into a night of sonic rebellion and crushing everything in its path. With haunting rhythms, metallic synthesizers, and pulsating bass, he creates a sonic battlefield where every track feels like an encrypted message and every drop like an electric shock of unity. The atmosphere is surreal, mysterious, and charged—a dance floor where cosmic forces collide and new alliances are forged in secret.

Shadow Protocol [PRE-SESSION]

Heartbroken by Doscha delivers a haunting blend of raw intensity and emotion. Both tracks are a confession wrapped in dark beats that both soothe and churn. An uneasy balance where fragile feelings confront relentless rhythms, embodying soul meeting machine in an immersive journey of catharsis and depth.

Bandcamp: https://exit7.bandcamp.com/track/carry-it

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Heartbroken

Carry It

Doscha (HU) - Carry It (Original Mix)

Heartbroken by Doscha delivers a haunting blend of raw intensity and emotion. Both tracks are a confession wrapped in dark beats that both soothe and churn. An uneasy balance where fragile feelings confront relentless rhythms, embodying soul meeting machine in an immersive journey of catharsis and depth.

Bandcamp: https://exit7.bandcamp.com/track/heartbroken

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Doscha (HU) - Heartbroken (Original Mix)

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Melodic peak time techno trip through a dark fantasy mycelium realm.
Dark psychedelic techno journey with cinematic sci‑fi visuals.
Underground melodic techno soundtrack for your next rave night.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Prologue – The Prismfold

The realm was sick in a beautiful way.

Across the Prismfold, reality no longer held still. Horizons rippled like liquid stained glass. Mountains folded inward into impossible angles, then unfolded into forests of crystal, then dissolved into drifting clouds of symbols before they remembered they were mountains again.

Once, this constant changing had a pattern. Every shift followed invisible rules, watched over by ancient beings known only as the Kaleidoscopic Gatekeepers. They sat at the passageways between domains, steering the flows of colour, form, and meaning so that travellers could cross without being shredded into nonsense.

But the pattern was slipping.

Gates misfired. Pathways closed halfway through. Travellers stepped out of one domain and never quite arrived in another, suspended as trembling mosaics in the empty between. The Prismfold was filling with half-finished thoughts.

In a pocket of relative stillness stood a lone figure.

They were not human. They were Shardborn—a tall, lithe humanoid shape composed of overlapping fragments of translucent crystal. Each shard reflected a different sky, a different landscape, a different version of themself. Their name was Kethriel, though in some shards they also answered to other names they had never spoken aloud.

Where a heart should be, Kethriel carried a Liminal Core: a slow-turning knot of mycelial roots and prisms, pulsing faintly with soft ultraviolet. When the Core warmed, a gate was near. When it burned, reality itself wanted something.

Tonight, it burned.

The air around Kethriel shimmered, and the ground beneath their bare crystal feet shifted from solid stone to a glowing mesh of bioluminescent mycelium. The threads pulsed in intricate patterns, like a living circuit board grown from psilocybin-soaked roots. Mushroom towers rose in the distance—giants with caps like stained-glass domes, breathing out glowing spores that floated in patient spirals.

Kethriel watched as lines of neon light traced themselves through the mycelial net, converging into intricate sigils. Each sigil resembled a tiny square of artwork, dots and swirls and animal-less constellations laid out in precise grids—as if the world were printing its own enormous, animated sheets of LSD-like designs underground.

At the center of those patterns, a ring of shifting triangles opened, not downward but inward.

A gate.

The stories said the Kaleidoscopic Gatekeepers had fallen silent.

Kethriel knew, with a certainty that resonated all the way into their Liminal Core, that if they stepped into that ring, silence would end.

One way or another.

They stepped forward.

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Kaleidoscopic Gatekeepers | Video On YouTube

Deep beyond the stars, a synthetic alien race known as the Xyloids thrived in a world of discipline, logic, and music. Their existence was a perfect blend of crystalline intellect and titanium sinew. For centuries, they measured their strength and skill through peaceful contests—most captivating among them were the battles of sound, where technology and rhythm fused into powerful new expressions.

Yet, despite their mastery of mechanical harmonies, something was missing—a dark, chaotic pulse that stirred the soul rather than just the circuits. That changed when an encrypted broadcast from Earth pierced the void, delivering the haunting cadence of Dark-EDM and Industrial-Techno. The pounding basslines and eerie synth textures disrupted Xyloid calculations and awakened a primal fascination.

Inspired and transformed, the Xyloids engineered new instruments and created music that fused their precise algorithms with unpredictable glitches and the raw intensity originating from Earth’s underground. This fusion birthed a new sound—haunting, vibrant, and alive.

Driven by a desire to test their evolution, two prodigious DJ engineers embarked on an interstellar journey to Earth, equipped with crystalline decks and sonic technologies capable of manipulating space itself. Their mission: to meet the best talents of Earth's dark electronic scene and engage in an unprecedented music battle — a clash not of violence, but of rhythm and creative brilliance.

The legendary underground club became the arena where this cosmic showdown unfolded. Under neon lights and industrial shadows, humans and Xyloids confronted each other through their sets. Xyloid tracks reverberated with cosmic precision, intertwining mechanical patterns and alien harmonics. Earth’s champions answered with gritty analog warmth, intuitive chaos, and raw power.

As the night progressed, the boundaries between machine and flesh blurred. The battle intensified in waves of layered harmonies and thunderous drops, culminating in an improvisation that fused cold cosmic pulses with primal trance energy. The result was not conquest, but unity—a shared language spoken through the universal power of music.

As dawn broke, the dancefloor transformed from battleground to common ground. Humans and Xyloids mingled as equal creators, exchanging ideas and sounds, heralding a new era where light, bass, and code coalesced into a limitless future.

This track encapsulates the sound of that moment: a dark, industrial techno pulse entwined with hypnotic trance rhythms, embodying the collision of worlds and the enduring power of rhythm. Experience the interplay of cold machine precision and human passion, forged in the fires of cosmic rivalry and musical innovation.

The Day The Xyloids Arrived ( A Galactic Story)

There’s an old song about a house and a rising sun.
This isn’t that — just a new myth shaped through AI and a bit of direction.

Crafted by hand, shaped with a little AI smoke in the machinery, and finished in the dark hours.

Use it how you need.
Cut it apart.
Let it breathe somewhere new.

If you want the private stem playlist (WAV, full quality)
drop a comment and I’ll send you the link.

Use them well.

Welcome to the Rising.

House Of The Rising

"Combine Worlds" is the first track jointly developed by humans and xyloids. In this work, human emotion and xyloid precision merge into a single, darkly luminous pulse, where industrial rhythms and crystalline melodies become one. Deep bass, alien vocal textures, and atmospheric harmonies symbolize two civilizations learning to breathe in the same rhythm. The title reflects their shared intention: to forge further pieces and send a clear signal through space that these worlds are no longer strangers to each other, but allies—and not just in music, as will soon be discovered.

Combine Worlds

They called it “DISCO.” They expected glitter. Got blasted with concrete. 
Welcome to NSEVØ’s sense of humor.

Master by Reece Ginestri

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About NSEVØ:
Born from Manchester’s shadows, NSEVØ delivers pure pressure. Acid flashes, psy fragments, and industrial grit meet in a wall of relentless steel. After tearing up an Open Deck night at Stage & Radio in 2024, NSEVØ doubled down: harder and louder.

DISCO [Temporary Free Download]

NSEVØ - DISCO

In the luminous crystal halls of Threxilon, where every frequency dances as light and sound, the Xyloids—Titan masters of cosmic rhythms—first heard the human voice. Threxilon is the homeworld of the Xyloid race and a majestic planet in the Xyloid universe, particularly significant to Xyloid culture. Its surface is characterized by vast, geometrically arranged crystal formations that glow in all the colors of the spectrum at sunrise. The atmosphere consists mainly of ionized gases, generating electrical storms and luminous auroras—thus keeping the sky in constant motion and filling the air with charged particles that the Xyloids harness for energy. Threxilon is a place of peaceful rivalry, where Xyloids traditionally gather for musical and data competitions: its natural resonating caves amplify the sounds of the "XYLO" genre, making the planet the acoustic epicenter of the galactic Xyloids. During the Interplanetary Sound Battle, Earth's DJs wove raw vocal chops into their sets: deep male growls that roared like subwoofers, accents that wound their way through British gruffness and American Southern slang. These weren't data streams, but living symphonies of timbre, emotion, fury in the roars, and longing in the breath. The Xyloids yearned to capture this chaos and integrate it into their XYLO beats of industrial clang and shimmering synthesizers.

Enter R9, the elite DJ engineer, whose casing bore the marks of countless duels. Even if these weren't physical battles, its surface structure changed. For us, it would cause our skin to redden; for them, the titanium layer of their alloy faded. The subtle, wood-grain-like structure, so faint I'd never even noticed it, vanished forever. His eyes instantly shifted from a bright blue to a warning red as he connected via quantum technology to the human EchoLinG AI (Echo Linguistic Artificial Intelligence Link), a decoder for 7,000 languages ​​trained on endless amounts of audio data. Their journey unfolded in waves: first, EchoLinG's baritone demo with its pitch-swept 100–200 Hz and pauses that revealed the warmth of the formants. Xyloids searched for overtones; humans for sensual nuances.

Data poured in – harsh narrators, booming rappers, trance-like screams. Early synthesizers sounded flat: sterile humming without throat resonance, accents lost in the noise. “Sync or break,” R9 hummed, exploiting EchoLinG’s neural tricks, regardless of the risks.

The breakthrough came with VOXALG-1, which emulated the larynx as an oscillator and breath as granular sparks. The tests continued to evolve: “Feel the bass drop” transformed from an eerie echo (62% natural) into a haunting truth (89% fidelity), its tremors and shimmers perfectly balanced.

Then came the highlight: “In The Human Voice.” R9 composed the song entirely on his own, layering VOXALG-1 vocals over XYLO foundations. From this masterpiece emerged the voice—a smooth yet powerful male baritone, profound and self-assured. Deep sub-bass heartbeats swelled into suspenseful clangs, then it soared: glissandi of cosmic longing, clicks of determination. Crystal-clear textures enveloped its warmth; drops formed a rhythmic trance. Premiered in resonating chambers, it connected worlds—xyloids swayed to the rhythm, their humming merging with the voice in “In The Human Voice.” The Xyloids called the track on Threxilon "Alien Soul," because they believed that our soul speaks through our voice and thus becomes visible to the Xyloids. Even if the voice is used sparingly and says nothing more than "Aaaaa...", it can tell us a great deal, and understanding this and then putting it into practice is a huge step for R9 and his ilk.

But challenges remained—female voices with higher overtones and more subtle nuances awaited. R9 had already arranged a meeting in the next few days with what he, and many others, considered one of the most enchanting female voices! As far as the male timbre was concerned, they had triumphed. The cosmos listened once more.

In The Human Voice (Alien Soul)

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Forged in the furnace of noise, CZN strikes out the originals of "Canvas ov Blasphemy", a sacred manifesto steeped in his industrial vision. 
MØLØTØK and FLEAM echo back with remixes as layers of distortion, bending the language of decay into a defiant sonic rebellion.

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Canvas ov Blasphemy

Split You Open (FLEAM Remix)

CZN - Split You Open (FLEAM Remix)

Forged in the furnace of noise, CZN strikes out the originals of "Canvas ov Blasphemy", a sacred manifesto steeped in his industrial vision. 
MØLØTØK and FLEAM echo back with remixes as layers of distortion, bending the language of decay into a defiant sonic rebellion.

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Deadly Engineering (MØLØTØK Remix)

CZN - Deadly Engineering (MØLØTØK Remix)

Forged in the furnace of noise, CZN strikes out the originals of "Canvas ov Blasphemy", a sacred manifesto steeped in his industrial vision. 
MØLØTØK and FLEAM echo back with remixes as layers of distortion, bending the language of decay into a defiant sonic rebellion.

https://exit7.bandcamp.com/track/deadly-engineering

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Deadly Engineering

CZN - Deadly Engineering (Original Mix)

Forged in the furnace of noise, CZN strikes out the originals of "Canvas ov Blasphemy", a sacred manifesto steeped in his industrial vision. 
MØLØTØK and FLEAM echo back with remixes as layers of distortion, bending the language of decay into a defiant sonic rebellion.

https://exit7.bandcamp.com/track/split-you-open

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https://www.instagram.com/molotok.mp3/

Split You Open

CZN - Split You Open (Original Mix)

Starting of this mix with some smooth sexy schranz, followed by inspirational industrial tracks to a hot finish with some raw stuff!  Enjoy your ride on the KRRSS33LL!

KRRSS33LL

dp-PRoJeCT - eaSy To WhiSTLe !

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dp-PRoJeCT - i GoT a LooP!

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🥰 Welcome to the Papyloop's sound universe, an artist who mixes all style of music with the hypnotic rhythms of trip-hop and the energetic pulsations of techno. Inspired by the beauty of nature and the mysteries of space, this artist takes you on a captivating sonic journey. His compositions evoke organic soundscapes, where melodies blend harmoniously with electronic textures. Immerse yourself in an ocean of captivating sounds and let yourself be transported to unexplored horizons.

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ABOUT ME: 
My name is Enrico and I'm a 25 year old DJ from Zurich, who's heart is in the local hardtechno scene of switzerland
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My heart beats between 150 - 160Bpm
I mostly mix hardtechno, schranz, psy/proggressive-hardtechno, industrial, rawstyle and some hardgroove and bounce for a change, welding a unique playstyle with varations in my mixes I also love to take some risk and try stuff out. Not your basic DJ 😏


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Yours truly three.n.three

We don’t give a fuck what others think Techno is and we produce what we like.

Label and Podcast series for no-compromise Industrial- & Hard-Techno.

Raised and musical socialised with tons of Industrial, EBM, Dark Wave, Post Punk, Techno, Drum & Bass and House Records.

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Demos: demo@exit7-records.com

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Need change - going into the depths.

Techno, Trance, Psytech, Psytrance, and other liquid psychedelic music is where I'm the happiest but I do love a lot of Latin, Tribal, Trip Hop, 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.

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