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Burning Horizon is a hypnotic Deep + Techno House track built for the night.
Warm analog bass, cinematic pads, and sultry vocals drift through a rising groove that never lets go.
Perfect for underground sets, late-night drives, and festival sunsets.

🎵 Produced by DJDyablow
🎚️ Style: Deep House · Techno House · Indie Dance
🎧 Tempo 124 BPM | Key E Minor
💫 Mood: Cinematic · Sensual · Atmospheric

Stream · Feel · Repeat.

DJ Dyablow – Burning Horizon (Deep + Techno House Original MIX)

Roses of Verona by DJ Nine SA is a melodic pop-tech duet that blooms with emotion and energy. Lush pads, shimmering guitars, and deep bass set the stage for intertwining male and female vocals about love, loss, and rebirth beneath glowing city lights. Building to a euphoric 140 BPM chorus and cinematic drop, this track captures timeless romance through festival-ready sound design and soaring harmonies — where passion meets the pulse of the night.

Roses of Verona

Juliet in Neon by DJ Nine SA is a 128 BPM melodic techno-pop fusion that captures the feeling of love and loss colliding under city lights. Driven by a punchy kick, snappy percussion, and a warm, side-chained bass groove, the track swells with shimmering arpeggios and lush pads that rise like emotion through the chorus. A confident, deep male vocal leads with raw vulnerability, while the final drop blends soaring synths and vocal echoes into a euphoric yet heartbreaking finale — cinematic, emotional, and unforgettable.

Juliet in Neon

“Crown of Thorns” by DJ Nine SA is a dark, hypnotic 135 BPM melodic tech-house anthem that fuses underground power with emotional gravity. Deep sub-bass grooves and razor-sharp percussion build tension beneath soulful, gritty male vocals chanting “my crown of thorns.” The track rises through whispered ad-libs and minimal pressure before breaking into an explosive drop — driven by side-chained bass, thick reverb layers, and rhythmic vocal fragments. Seductive and cinematic, it’s a story of pride, desire, and redemption carved into the pulse of the night.

Crown of Thorns

Recorded live at a secret house rave deep in Vancouver’s underground scene .
 An amazing Saturday night with friends, bass and  energy.

27/10/2025 : Techno session  from the Basement  (Live)

Melodic Techno

Music video : https://youtu.be/liDo2on3w4Y

Hypnotic, peak‑time drive—let the fold pull the horizon closer.
Warehouse tension, melodic release. Ride the hypnotic current.
A deep techno portal: steady pulse, cinematic lift, zero fluff.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Folds in the Horizon

I. The Pleat That Begins the World
The horizon in the country of Lysara was not a line. It was a garment: pleated, hemmed, basted with light. On dawnless nights—when the sky refused to choose a color—the folds breathed like the chest of some sleeping titan. Valleys rose where a crease deepened; seas settled where a tuck relaxed. It was the work of the Foldweavers to keep those seams from unspooling.

Nerith was a Foldweaver by birth and a Cartogram by vow. No one in Lysara was simply one thing. Nerith’s body was a lattice of spore-silk and glassy tendon, translucent enough that starlight could write notes along the bones. A corona of minute fungi circled their head like a slow storm, gills opening and closing with thoughts. When they spoke, the words arrived as soft contrails of light that took a few heartbeats to evaporate.

They lived within a city that looked like a polished conch and sounded like footprints on snow. Streets curved and returned to themselves; stairs curled inward like a spiral galaxy. In every house, a brass aperture faced the horizon so residents could watch the world being folded, refolded, hemmed again.

On the night the trouble began, every aperture turned opaque at once. The garment of the world shivered. A pleat near the western reach—called the Farthest Pleat—slackened. Wind forgot which way to go. Birds of glass, which only flew along the strain of a seam, dropped and drifted like ash.

Nerith’s fungi-storm thrummed with tiny vowels. The Mycelial Conclave kindled a beam to the high vault, summoning the Order. Inside the summoning light, glyphs poured like silver rain—edicts, coordinates, a single imperative: Refasten the Farthest Pleat; carry the bone-chime that rings by not ringing.

Nerith cupped the unchime, a loop of fossilized marrow that kept silence so deep it seemed to pull echoes toward it and dissolve them. It was said that if the unchime were ever struck, it would end the practice of distance. Valleys would be elbows; skies would be knees. No one had ever been that lonely or that brave.

Beyond the city, the first path waited: a plain of lampcaps, mushrooms tall as obelisks, their caps lacquered with frost-fire. Each lampcap was a custodian of one word. If you strung their words in order, you could read your fortune and mislay your fear.

Nerith set out.

II. Lampcaps and the Grammar of Roads
The lampcaps woke as Nerith approached—first a pulse like a heart, then a voice like a bell under lakewater. Mycelial whiskers teased the air and inscribed rings around Nerith’s ankles. The road revealed itself in syllables.

“Step,” murmured the first lampcap.
“Lightly,” said the second.
“Carry,” the third.
“Nothing,” the fourth.
“On,” breathed the fifth, “your name.”

Nerith’s fungi-crown shivered agreement. On nights of Lumen Spiral Drift—the elders abbreviated it as L.S.D.—the air braided itself into ribbons of tactile light.

Continues on the website.


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Folds in the Horizon

Music video @ YouTube : https://youtu.be/x4Zw3ZyGWN8

Underground glide: hypnotic bass, mythic textures, late‑night focus.
Psychedelic grit, lucid groove—this is your night drive ritual.
Deep, evolving, peak‑ready. Follow the thread across the dunes.

Stream / download / buy ➜
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https://music.apple.com/us/artist/grass-patch-bum/1596136340
(❁´◡`❁)
https://soundcloud.com/grasspatchbum
☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆


The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
I. The Pleat That Begins the World
The horizon in the country of Lysara was not a line. It was a garment: pleated, hemmed, basted with light. On dawnless nights—when the sky refused to choose a color—the folds breathed like the chest of some sleeping titan. Valleys rose where a crease deepened; seas settled where a tuck relaxed. It was the work of the Foldweavers to keep those seams from unspooling.

Nerith was a Foldweaver by birth and a Cartogram by vow. No one in Lysara was simply one thing. Nerith’s body was a lattice of spore-silk and glassy tendon, translucent enough that starlight could write notes along the bones. A corona of minute fungi circled their head like a slow storm, gills opening and closing with thoughts. When they spoke, the words arrived as soft contrails of light that took a few heartbeats to evaporate.

They lived within a city that looked like a polished conch and sounded like footprints on snow. Streets curved and returned to themselves; stairs curled inward like a spiral galaxy. In every house, a brass aperture faced the horizon so residents could watch the world being folded, refolded, hemmed again.

On the night the trouble began, every aperture turned opaque at once. The garment of the world shivered. A pleat near the western reach—called the Farthest Pleat—slackened. Wind forgot which way to go. Birds of glass, which only flew along the strain of a seam, dropped and drifted like ash.

Nerith’s fungi-storm thrummed with tiny vowels. The Mycelial Conclave kindled a beam to the high vault, summoning the Order. Inside the summoning light, glyphs poured like silver rain—edicts, coordinates, a single imperative: Refasten the Farthest Pleat; carry the bone-chime that rings by not ringing.

Nerith cupped the unchime, a loop of fossilized marrow that kept silence so deep it seemed to pull echoes toward it and dissolve them. It was said that if the unchime were ever struck, it would end the practice of distance. Valleys would be elbows; skies would be knees. No one had ever been that lonely or that brave.

Beyond the city, the first path waited: a plain of lampcaps, mushrooms tall as obelisks, their caps lacquered with frost-fire. Each lampcap was a custodian of one word. If you strung their words in order, you could read your fortune and mislay your fear.

Nerith set out.

II. Lampcaps and the Grammar of Roads
The lampcaps woke as Nerith approached—first a pulse like a heart, then a voice like a bell under lakewater. Mycelial whiskers teased the air and inscribed rings around Nerith’s ankles. The road revealed itself in syllables.

Continues on the website.


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Merch Shop : https://grass-patch-bum-shop.fourthwall.com
o(*^＠^*)o
https://open.spotify.com/artist/3q0KcTUD3hmRdi1SUWd6VL
https://grasspatchbum.bandcamp.com/
https://grasspatchbum.com/
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Support the tunes:
https://paypal.me/grasspatchbum


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Bell of Unspoken Distances | Trippy Music Video on YouTube

UN VIAJE A TRAVÉS DEL COSMO Y LA CONCIENCIA HUMANA 🧠
¿ Y SI AL EXPLORAR 🔭EL UNIVERSO TERMINAS ENCONTRÁNDOTE  CONTIGO MISMO DE FRENTE QUE SENTIRIAS ? 
EXPLORANDO EL ORIGEN🧬 Y LA CONEXIÓN DEL SER HUMANO CON EL UNIVERSO LLEGA LA PRIMERA PARTE DE 🔭DISCOVERY🔭 UN VIAJE DIVIDIDO EN DOS CAPÍTULOS  LA SEGUNDA PARTE ESTARÁ DISPONIBLE EL PRÓXIMO 5 DICIEMBRE .

A JOURNEY THROUGH THE COSMOS AND HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS  🧠
What if, while exploring 🔭the universe, you ended up face to face with yourself — what would you feel?  
Exploring the origin 🧬and connection of the human being with the universe, Part One of DISCOVERY 🔭has arrived — a journey told in two chapters.  
Part Two will be available on December 5th.

DISCOVERY PART1 melodic tech

My journey in electronic music as a DJ began in 2009, and since then, I've never stopped striving to make each of my sets engaging and memorable. Being a deep lover of music in all its forms, my musical selections range from Afro House to Techno, never excluding the magical component of Organic sound. The quest for new grooves mixed with increasingly innovative sounds that resonate with the soul is my primary source of inspiration.

Booking:
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For over a decade, DJ Nine has carved out a reputation as one of South Africa’s most captivating electronic artists. Known for his high-energy sets that seamlessly blend melodic techno with cinematic storytelling, DJ Nine brings a unique narrative flair to every performance. Inspired by classic literature and the pulse of underground clubs, he transforms dancefloors into immersive sonic landscapes.

With 12 years behind the decks, DJ Nine has become a fixture at iconic venues across the Western Cape, from the beachside energy of Doodles Beachfront to the intimate underground vibes of local clubs. His sets are a journey—each track a chapter, each drop a twist in the tale—captivating audiences and leaving them eager for the next story.

For bookings, collaborations, and more, follow DJ Nine on all platforms or visit  www.djnine.co.za

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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.

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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.

Hi, I’m Mariano Carrasco🎧  a passionate music lover with a deep connection to electronic, melodic, and Afro house sounds. My journey as a DJ began after years of immersing myself in music, and in 2025, I decided to take the leap and share my passion with the world. 🌎

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