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TEEJÆ - الحزن

A relentless 170 BPM hard techno set blending industrial and bochka styles.
Expect dark textures, aggressive kicks, and minimal rest — pure drive from start to finish.

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Industrial Bochka Session 001 |170 BPM Hard Techno Set

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:
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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:
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Serotonin Tundra - Mushroom Visual @ YouTube Music Video

SHINOVICH - Transition [ITU2640]

Massive steel‑clad kicks and apocalyptic atmospheres meet the voice of salvation.

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SHINOVICH - Challenger [ITU2640]

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A little psychedelia for yah peepers my peoples! 😘💚
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There's a STORY!!! ;)
I — The Map That Wasn’t a Map

You arrive where the atlas stops pretending it knows anything.

Beyond the ridge, the land is a black opal plain veined with cobalt veins that hum in no wind. A hush sits on it the way frost sits on grass—delicate, temporary, sacred if you move gently enough. The dew here is wrong in the way a dream is wrong: each bead is too round, too steady, too awake. They don’t roll or soak in. They hold. They wait.

You kneel and the beads reflect not your face but diagrams—hexes nested in hexes, spirals that refuse to end, angles that feel like numbers you once knew. The longer you look, the more they join: a filament touches a filament, and there’s a glow passing between them like the smallest current. It is not water. It is a statement.

The old story said the Oracle grows where dew refuses to be only dew.

You rise, dust the grit from your palms, and walk without choosing a direction. The plain chooses for you. Lines of cold light thread from bead to bead like veins answering a heartbeat. The geometry doesn’t push, it persuades, shaping your steps, showing paths only as you take them. The horizon stays perfectly level, the sky a long bruise of cobalt with a single pale star pinned in the wrong place. Your breath fogs and then the fog arranges itself into numerals you cannot read and then dissolves. It’s almost kind, the way this place tells you: you are in the presence of a very patient intelligence.

When you feel it—before you see it—the hair along your arms rises not from fear but from recognition. As if a song you used to know finds your throat from the outside.

And then you see the Oracle.

II — The Humanoid That Was Also a Tree

It towers but does not loom. A torso of varnished bark with shoulders braided out of roots, hips heavy with the memory of storms. The arms bend the way branches bend, and where hands should be, the wood splits into filigreed fronds—their undersides ribbed with gill-like lamellae that pulse with bioluminescence. The face is not a face, not really, but a mask of old growth and lichen with hollows where eyes should be; inside those hollows slow constellations wheel like watch gears. A crown of fruiting bodies bursts from the skull and then recedes, then blooms again in a long, tidal breath, spores drifting like snow that has learned how to glow.

Its feet are not feet, they are a root-crown woven into the plain, plugged into the dew like a nerve into a brain.

You do not speak. You bring your question the way you were taught to carry flame—cupped, stubborn against the wind. The question is old and small enough to be dangerous: what am I for?


Continues on the website: https://grasspatchbum.com/2025/08/16/cobalt-dewfall-geometry/

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Cobalt Dewfall Geometry - Mushroom Visualizer @ YouTube

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Nasty Possession

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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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:
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Mercury River Protocol - Psy Visuals on YouTube

Step inside the sound universe of SHAYMØ – an industrial techno force from Iran. Born in the underground scene, his track HYPER INDUSTRIAL explodes with shifting rhythms, raw energy, and unstoppable momentum.

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About SHAYMØ:
SHAYMØ is an industrial techno producer and DJ from Iran. Born on July 26, 1999, as Shahab, he entered the techno scene two years ago. Early on, he connected with the Ettfaq label and events, spending his first year DJing and performing live across Iran. In his second year, he began learning music production and has been producing his own tracks ever since.

SHAYMØ’s music is designed to make listeners feel alive and energized, with rich stories and vivid imagery embedded in every sound. He aims for the audience to create the image of that energy in their minds while listening to his tracks.

HYPER INDUSTRIAL

SHAYMØ - HYPER INDUSTRIAL [Temporary Free Download]

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.

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White Field Aperture - Psy Music Video @ YouTube

TL Premiere #1980 (2025.08.24) : Incendie - Counterfactuals [Soil Records]

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For this 139th Premiere of 2025, we have a track by Incendie titled ‘Counterfactuals’ from his album "Dawn Mist" on the Spanish label owned by SOJ : Soil Records.

▶︎ The album is available in limited cassette edition + digital here : https://dearsoil.bandcamp.com/album/incendie-dawn-mist-2

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Release Info :

Incendie - Dawn Mist [Soil Records // SOTA081]

Incendie is the moniker of Berlin-based producer, DJ and Area Z manager Arthur Bdt.
Through his productions, DJ sets and collaborative projects (A.T.T.Corp, Human Spine), he aims to convey harsh, cinematic and introspective atmospheres drawing influences from Techno, Post-Industrial, Post-Metal and experimental music.
After releasing his debut album via Under My Feet in 2021 focusing on post-industrial, IDM and experimental sonic elements, he released two Techno-EBM EPs via Aufnahme+Wiedergabe and X-IMG, along numerous compilations appearances, DJ sets and live actions around Europe. He made his debut on historic rhythmic noise label HANDS this year, and recently played Forms of Hands festival, Bunkernoise and opened for Iggor Cavalera.
His next work 'Dawn Mist' will be released via the established spanish label Soil, and will show a brighter side to Incendie's productions with the two melodic techno tracks, Secular Dawn and Decaying Realities, as well as the electro-infused Stress, before coming back to Techno-EBM with Counterfactuals and Erosion of Trust.
To complete the release, Barcelona's bats SM Forma provided a powerful Techno-EBM remix of Secular Dawn, Bruxelles-based industrialist Ottoman's Grüw a haunted take on Counterfactuals while the label's boss SOJ delivers an ecstatic variation of Decaying Realities.
With light shining through the productions like never before in the musician's discography, it rather captures a period of life where love and significant friendships flowed into his life, rather than a change in his musical direction. It symbolizes a moment where it felt easier, hence the necessity for him to share a relic of this brighter side of his music influences and productions. 

Tracklist :
1. Incendie - Secular Dawn
2. Incendie - Counterfactuals
3. Incendie - Decaying Realities
4. Incendie - Stress
5. Incendie - Erosion of Trust
6. Incendie - Secular Dawn (Smforma Remix)
7. Incendie - Counterfactuals (Ottoman Grüw remix)
8. Incendie - Decaying Realities (Soj remix)

released August 20, 2025

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Dawn Mist

Counterfactuals

TL PREMIERE : Incendie - Counterfactuals [Soil Records]

Twiddle SET played & recorded @ Unter Deck 2025
Special THX to my Crew Electroamore (@djfmdjfreund)

tracklist >>>
1 Born Slippy (NUXX / remastered) | Underworld
2 Anonimous | Danja Uosh
3 Idealog (Ace Mo RMX) | Throwing Snow, Ace Mo 
4 Wir sind Energie (Andre Drath Remix) | Qual & Freude, Andre Drath
5 You Now Nothing (BGRs Broken Robot Remix) | Tek.Ka, BGR
6 FCK (Extended Mix) | Curbi
7 Render (Regal ES Remix) | Amelie Lens, Regal ES
8 Free Pass (Guido Braun Remix)	| Danja Uosh, Guido Braun
9 Gegen (I Want To Move Hyenaz Edit) | Paula Temple, HYENAZ
10 Feel The Bass | Fatima Hajji
11 The Dust | Carla Schmitt	
12 Evil Acid | Wink	
13 Senking | Konrad Wehrmeister

DJ SET ***Changeling of Love*** @Electroamore 260225

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Kim_Twiddle [WUT/Electroamore] produces (electronic) music and live acts. Loves to play vinyl and twiddleing knobs of analog music machines. Some may call they dj, but Kim straightly makes up music with different elements of arts. Continuesly and momentously creating theater productions, performances and cultural happenings in collaborations with others. Twiddledidooh.

Kim_Twiddle [WUT/Electroamore] produziert (elektronische) Musik und Live-Acts. Liebt es Vinyl aufzulegen und Potis analoger Musikmaschinen zu drehen. Manche mögen dey Dj nennen, doch Kim widmet sich konsequent dem Verschränken von Musik mit Elementen diverser Künste. Kreiert laufend und folgenreich Theaterproduktionen, Performances und Veranstaltungen mit Anderen zsamm´. Twiddledidooh.

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City Club Augsburg; Rote Sonne, Harry Klein; Komitee; Gruam; Wannda Circus; Import Export; Glockenbachwerkstatt; Digitalanalog Festival; Puls Open Air; Sommerbühne Olympiapark; Plötzlich am Meer Festival; Raveheart Kempten und Vögelesmühle Allgäu. Desweiteren @ Volkstheater, Residenz Theater, Kammerspiele München, Kampnagel Hamburg, BYOE Festival und Greenbelt in Augsburg;

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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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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.

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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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Industrial Techno United has been created by Federico Amoroso for proposing hard and powerfull productions: techno, industrial, hardcore, acid, raw and experimental noise ambient, which represents the concept and the sound of the label.

New tracks tagged #INDUSTRIAL-TECHNO