Thank you to all the Kosmozoo team, from builders to stages managers and of course the dj's to co-create such an amazing dance floor on the playa at Nowhere. This edition was a blast with a good crew and a responsive crowd of happy hippie burners !🔥

Set at Kosmozoo on Saturday (04:30 - 06:30)
Artist: Small Ewok (@small-ewok)

Nowhere is a Burning Man regional event in Spain, the biggest such regional event in Europe. It began in 2004 and is held annually in July in the Monegros Desert, located in Aragon in north-eastern Spain. As an officially-sanctioned regional event, Nowhere embraces the Burning Man principles.

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Small Ewok @ Kosmozoo // Nowhere 2025 (Sat)

Welcome to the 1st Kosmozoo Barcelona Party!

In the heart of the music cosmos dwells Kosmozoo, known for mystical day-to-night musical journeys at Spain’s Nowhere Burn, an annual celebration inspired by burner culture. 

This time, Kosmozoo brought the desert dust to the city of Barcelona, gathering our burner friends and cosmic creatures for a night filled with music, magic, and mesmerizing visual artwork by Piccaya. Set recorded from 1AM.

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Live @ Kosmozoo Barcelona

Welcome to the 1st Kosmozoo Barcelona Party!

In the heart of the music cosmos dwells Kosmozoo, known for mystical day-to-night musical journeys at Spain’s Nowhere Burn, an annual celebration inspired by burner culture. 

This time, Kosmozoo brought the desert dust to the city of Barcelona, gathering our burner friends and cosmic creatures for a night filled with music, magic, and mesmerizing visual artwork by Piccaya. 

Piccaya's set recorded from 1 AM 🔥

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Piccaya @ Kosmozoo Barcelona

Welcome to the 1st Kosmozoo Barcelona Party!

In the heart of the music cosmos dwells Kosmozoo, known for mystical day-to-night musical journeys at Spain’s Nowhere Burn, an annual celebration inspired by burner culture. 

This time, Kosmozoo brought the desert dust to the city of Barcelona, gathering our burner friends and cosmic creatures for a night filled with music, magic, and mesmerizing visual artwork by Piccaya. 

Dünya's set recorded from 10:45 to 1 AM 🔥

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Dünya @ Kosmozoo Barcelona

Deep House Seelctions - Vocal Deep - Instrumenta Organica - Selected Episode #149 by Drew Quinn

DJ Set Recorded Live on September 26th 2025 in South Spain, Malaga

Another all about the vocals set - wow such a varied selection of deep house and melodic techno here, Enjoy!

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Deep House Selections - Vocal Deep - Instrumenta Organica - Selected Episode #149 by Drew Quinn

Trippy music video : https://youtu.be/w2hUcPYG7dE

Peak‑time pressure + hypnotic grooves in a psychedelic sci‑fi visual trip.
Hard techno meets raw/deep hypnosis—warehouse energy in 4K.
Driving kicks, rolling bass, and a desert dream that won’t let go.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
I. The Door That Breathes Spores

At the rim of the desert stood a seam in the air, hairline and luminous, like a scar that learned to exhale. When it sighed, motes unfurled into the dusk—opal dust and spore‑light that arranged itself into shy constellations. The seam smelled of rain that could not remember where it fell.

Aneleth arrived without footsteps. Their feet left no mark by design; their kind, the Mneme‑walkers, were sworn not to bruise the hours beneath them. Aneleth’s body was a study in glass and vellum: skin the color of quiet dawn, thin enough to show the rivers of gold filament that ran like patient lightning under the surface. Along the throat, a translucent veil fluttered—a gill‑lace that drank aroma and rumor. The eyes were coin‑bright and slow‑turning, with irises that gathered starlight, folded it, and kept it as a kindness for later.

They wore a mantle of mycelial silk grown in moon‑dark gardens, the threads still alive, still remembering the tunnels from which they had been coaxed. On Aneleth’s left wrist slept a ring of living wire—the Thread, a compliant serpent of gold that could smell distance the way others smell smoke.

Aneleth placed an open palm upon the seam. The air learned their shape. Spores swept forward like a soft tide, mapping the fingers, the lifelines, the old scars of vows kept and nearly broken. The seam widened, not as a door does, but as a thought does when it finds its opposite. Hyperfine cracks spread, diverged, and converged again in a lattice that suggested both invitation and correction.

“Let me in,” said Aneleth in the language of mineral patience.

The seam spoke back in fern breath: Come in if you can accept the arithmetic of forgetting.

Aneleth had come for that arithmetic. The Dunes of Liquid Memory waited beyond the seam, and somewhere inside those dunes lay the promise they once made in the Dark Orchard—the promise the desert had taken as collateral and never returned.

They stepped through. The seam stitched itself closed with a surgeon’s certainty, and silence rearranged its furniture to make room.

II. The Glass Dunes and Their Blooming Sigils

The desert was not sand so much as the idea of sand persuaded into matter. Each dune was a slope of congealed recollection, liquefying and resolidifying on its own clock. The grains were translucent and full of tiny occlusions—faces, gestures, half‑remembered weather. When the wind moved, the dunes flowed in slow currents, as if all memory wanted to be water but had first to practice being glass.

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Dunes of Liquid Memory | Liquid Music Video @ YouTube

“Jack The Ripper Reloaded” is a dark and powerful Tech House / Melodic Tech journey. With driving basslines, hypnotic synths, and cinematic breakdowns, it redefines the original track with a stronger, more energetic character. Designed for peak-time sets, this track combines groove and emotion to ignite any dancefloor.

Lucho Suárez - Jack The Ripper Reloaded

DJ Set Recorded Live on October 1st 2025 in South Spain, Malaga

These tracks really work well together, I layered percussion of up to three tracks during the mix and it kept the energy non stop, enjoy!

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Deep House- Textures of Sound- Selected Episode #150 by Drew Quinn

Deep/minimal groove with trippy ultra‑real visuals. Enter the corridor.
A fractal sun over glass dunes—hypnotic techno immersion.
Dark kicks, deep subs, cosmic glow—get lost in the visuals.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
I — The Door Beneath the Dark

The star was a fever that never cooled. From orbit it painted the hard vacuum with spirals of color too precise to be chance: lime, magenta, ultraviolet lattices shimmering like the wings of mythic insects. The Hyphaeryx named it the LSD Sun for the way its light convinced stone to dream and dunes to rearrange themselves into perfect mandalas. Around this sun drifted a desert of comet‑ground silica, fused and refrozen into rippling continents. The dunes rolled on tides of radiance rather than wind, sculpted by spectra that moved with the patience of continental drift and the caprice of a hallucination.

Vhorin arrived not in a vessel but in a germination. His body stepped out of a seed that had been a star only yesterday; he shook the last dew of cold nebula from his shoulders and watched it evaporate into petals of cyan steam. The dunes murmured in color. Far beneath his feet, he felt the Hyphosphere stir—threads of living matter braided through the vacuum like the roots of a forest that had traded soil for starlight.

He walked until the dune‑faces climbed to meet the sky, tall as mountains and rimmed with auroral fire. At the base of one such face a circle of gills irised open in the dark glass as if the dune itself had been holding its breath. The hatch exhaled a fine mist—spores sculpted into vowels—and in their pattern Vhorin read greeting and test.

“I have come for the corridor,” he said, and his voice was a fiber of gold weaving itself into the mist.

The hatch widened. Beneath it, a stair spiraled away into a coolness that was not darkness so much as uncommitted color. Vhorin lifted one foot, then the other, and descended into the under‑dune where gravity behaved like a thought that refused to settle.

II — Gravities Turning

The stair did not point down. It turned toward a vector Vhorin could only name by taste: metal with a citrus tremor. Each step unhooked weight from one meaning and relayed it to another. The dunes above forgot he had ever stood upon them. Somewhere behind his eyes, a flock of phosphorescent glyphs convened: coordinates singing to each other in a language of angles.

Walls of interlaced hyphae rose around him, pale braids pulsing with slow, star‑blue light. He let his fingers brush the living weave. It shivered and disclosed a map—strands touched strands, and whole constellations changed their minds about where they lived. High overhead, where “overhead” was temporarily plural, he glimpsed DMT auroras sliding through the rock like cattails through riverwater: mint green, persimmon, electric violet. Each color drafted a hypothesis of the corridor’s location.

He tasted the air with the filaments along his wrists and whispered his lineage—the spore‑names and filament‑houses that had grown him. The stair humbled to a ramp and the ramp bent open into a chamber where the ceiling was not a ceiling but a low sky.

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Dunes of the LSD Sun | Cinematic Visual Trip @ YouTube

TRIBUTE SESSION 1 - ADRIATIQUE

Hard techno + sci‑fi visuals—enter the dark warehouse at 4AM.
Peak‑time energy with hypnotic, trippy visuals in 4K—go deep.
Raw, deep, hypnotic techno—late‑night sci‑fi trip.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Prologue: The Mote That Sang Coordinates
In the cold fold beyond the Perseid wake, a glint of biology threaded with machinery drifted like a seed waiting for soil. The vessel had once been named for a numbered star, but that name had long since been composted by its living hull. Now it was simply the Ship That Grew a Forest, and it was dreaming itself apart.

The call that reached the Lattice did not arrive as sound or code. It arrived as fragrance—notes of rain on copper, lichen warmed by moonlight, resin char from a fire that had never burned. Those who could taste messages tasted it and turned their attention. Those who could walk the geometry between intentions chose a courier.

The courier’s name was Vyr, a bipedal being of amber cartilage and night‑black bark. Vyr was not born so much as distilled from woodland thunder, given joints that clicked like patient metronomes and lungs thick with spores that glowed when it thought. It wore no armor, only a cloak woven from mycelial skeins that learned whatever they touched. Every step it took made a quiet pattern in the air, as if the floor had become a pond and its feet were pebbles thrown carefully into it.

At the edge of the derelict, Vyr found a hull grown into arches and buttresses, cathedral‑minded, a skeleton trellised with luminous growth. The ship had weathered vacuum as if vacuum were merely another winter. Filaments strung from rib to rib like constellations. Caps the size of shields opened to text the dark with bio‑luminescent grammar.

The scent‑message burned brighter. Vyr inhaled. The spores kindled in its lungs, and the path unfolded.

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The Ship That Grew a Forest | Music Video on YouTube

DMT STUDIO IBIZA

Frozen Astronaut (Radio Mix)

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

Cinematic techno odyssey: heavy kick, deep groove, cosmic atmosphere.
Melodic shadows over peak‑time drums—lose yourself in the continuum.
Deep, relentless, warehouse‑ready—one continuous techno journey.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
The Quiet Sun had not spoken in a thousand dawns. It hung over the world like a lantern with its wick pinned between two fingers, warm but measuring, watchful the way a thought can be watchful. Under its pale steadiness lay a continent of forests stitched together by soft emerald tides—living quilts of sentient moss that read the wind and wrote answers back into stone. Among those green intelligences rose a humanoid figure whose body was a fed constellation of hyphae braided into shape: shoulders of velour-green mantle, hair like fine root filaments, eyes the color of wet opal. The moss called her Ivara, because that was the name of sunlight on the underside of leaves.

Ivara had been grown by the Archive Canopy, a cathedral-tree whose interior could remember winters it had never lived and futures it had already forgiven. Her task was to listen to the Quiet Sun and translate the subtlest tinctures of light into seasonal law. But for a thousand dawns the star offered nothing—no flares of opinion, no plucked harmonics of heat. The sky was a bowl without spoons. Plants murmured of tiredness. Oceans dreamed without waves.

Silence from a star is not neutrality; it is an oath. The Archive knew this. It is why, when a gate of hexagonal light unfolded above the canopy and released a sleep-sweet breath across the forest, the Archive uncurled a frond toward Ivara and pressed a mission into her.

Go ask the Sun why it has become the color of secrets.

The gate yawned wide—the geometry of it precise enough to scratch the mind. Its facets broke the sky into LSD-clean planes, and between them a corridor of compassionless white awaited. Ivara stepped toward it, moss-skin cool, hyphae braids lifting in invisible wind. A flock of glyph-moths accompanied her, their wings inscribed with equations whose solutions tasted faintly of lilac and static. They would serve as translators between unsayable things and things that could be shared.

At the lip of the gate, Ivara turned and looked down at the forest. The canopy waves stilled; the world held its breath. She placed her hands on the light and it became glass beneath her palms. Her ship unfolded from under the threshold like a mushroom blossoming from a fallen trunk: hull pale like a misremembered moon, seams printed with mycelial lace. The vessel’s name surfaced through her touch—Vellichor—a grown craft with a spine of ossified lichen and lungs of spore. A corridor of living chrome extended from its flank, bridging Ivara into its chest, and for a moment she stood between gate and ship and knew simultaneously the patience of a forest and the arrogance of a star.

Then she was swallowed, and Vellichor sailed.

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Moss Under a Quiet Sun | Psychedelic Music Video on Youtube

DimaJ FromParisToIbiza #01

Music video : https://youtu.be/ec0lk5TlXPg

Hypnotic techno + psychedelic space tunnel—lights low, volume high.
Raw/deep/hypnotic textures with cosmic visuals. Dive in.
Dark hypnotic grooves and biolum worlds—lose gravity.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Prologue — The Sigh that Called Across Orbits

There is a city in the Perseid Flow that does not wait for visitors; it inhales them. Its name in the wind‑tongue is Anhelion, and the maps draw it as a lung‑shaped void, a negative space, because it cannot be built from stone alone. Its avenues open and close like alveoli. Its towers are ribs. Its plazas are diaphragms that rise and fall on a patient schedule that predates calendars.

From the slate edge of orbit, a sleek courier seed drifts down toward the breathing surface, and from it steps a being who is not a traveler in the common sense. Khyre‑of‑the‑Murmurs is a Sibilant, a humanoid from a distant sporeworld where architecture grows and etiquette is exchanged as scents. Khyre’s body is tall and jointed with filaments that flex like reeds; beneath translucent, onyx‑dark skin, pale mycelial veining glows a soft green, glimmering along collarbones and wrists. Four long fingers on each hand end in capillary tips that taste the air. Fan‑shaped gill fronds, thin as paper, arc from Khyre’s neck to the jawline, opening and closing as the atmosphere changes; fractal pupils adjust to blankness and brilliance in an instant. A braided mantle of woven hyphae hangs from broad shoulders, so fine it can slip between atoms when necessary, so textured it records the passing of winds like a book.

Where Khyre goes, a companion follows. Miell is a Scriptmoth, a moth only in silhouette; close, Miell is an angular geometry of silver membranes and jointed light. Each wing is a translucent panel etched with veinwork like circuit diagrams; when Miell moves, the wing‑etchings write glyphs in the air, lingering a moment as luminous afterimages. The Scriptmoth communicates by composing these drifting letters—one word per beat of wing—until the words knot themselves into a meaning the eye can swallow whole.

Khyre and Miell stand at the edge of Anhelion as the city exhales. The exhalation is dry and fragrant with petrichor. The ground underfoot hums. Far overhead, vaults of spore‑light move like auroras. The city’s breath strokes Khyre’s gills and the gills answer—small ripples of pleasure; the air carries a pattern. The pattern repeats, then complicates, then repeats again, an DMT‑clean geometry encoded not in sound but in pressure and drift.

“Eager,” Miell writes in a loop of floating sigils. “Hungry.”

“Hungry for what?” Khyre’s voice is low and unlabored, each word softened by the phenolic resonance of the gill fronds. Khyre tastes the answer before Miell can assemble it: the city is hungry for alignment. Something in its lungs has slipped.

The courier seed folds itself into a brittle pod behind them like an empty husk, and the living gates of Anhelion open, stippled with bioluminescent dots that echo the constellation the city was patterned from. Khyre steps forward, into the thorax of a world.

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The City That Breathes | Trippy Music Video on Youtube

DJ Set Recorded Live on October 10th 2025 in South Spain, Malaga

Welcome! A 50/50 set this week, tech warm up house at the start , the second half a progressive mix, sometimes I enjoy an hour prog, not all night but it can warm up a room nicely for bigger things to come! Enjoy. DQ

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Deep House - Sound Odyssey - Selected Episode #151 by Drew Quinn

Step into the underground.
This mix drifts through minimal tech, deep house, and melodic tech grooves — designed for the after-party hours when the crowd thins but the rhythm stays alive.

Mixed by Lady Roc, Afterhours blends hypnotic percussion, rolling basslines, and stripped-back layers with subtle emotion and late-night tension.

🎧 What to Expect
• Minimal & deep tech foundations
• Atmospheric textures & looped transitions
• Driving percussion + melodic builds
• A closing flow made for the 3 a.m. moment

Inspired by / Featuring vibes from: VIRKING • Borgez • Fur Coat • Dennis Cruz • Sergio Saffe • Inland Knights • Deniz Kurtel • Anyma & Y Do I • The Martinez Brothers

↗️ If you feel the pulse — Follow, Repost & Share to spread the sound.

Afterhours — Lady Roc (Oct 2025 | Minimal × Deep Tech × Underground)

Music video: https://youtu.be/DiR4c3gXYiw

Hard techno meets fantasy—dive into a peak‑time, warehouse‑grade visual journey.
Hypnotic, peak‑time power with trippy visuals—lose yourself in the dunes.
Melodic tension + heavy drive—deep, cinematic techno visualizer.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Prologue: The Query That Learned to Walk

The Archive was a sea wearing the shape of a cathedral—a vault of liquid geometry flowing through transparent ribs, its floor a calm mirror that remembered everything it had ever reflected. Columns of glacial light rose and softened, bulged and narrowed, solving themselves into arches whose lacework changed with thought. Beneath the vesper hush, gardens of pale mushroom basilicas breathed in slow rhythm, their gills printing letters of dew that slid into the floor and were read without eyes.
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Archive of Liquid Geometry || Music video on youtube

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Founded by ShyMan and Atrax, Other Dimension is a visionary electronic music label dedicated to pushing the boundaries of sound. Rooted in the underground, we specialize in house, techno, and minimal music, creating a platform for forward-thinking artists to showcase their unique sonic identities.

Our mission is to explore the limitless possibilities of electronic music and bring fresh, innovative talent to the forefront of the global scene.

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and let’s shape the sound of the future together.

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Private streaming links (SoundCloud or similar).
A brief description of your track(s).
Ensure your submission is properly mastered and free from third-party claims.
Welcome to the Other Dimension—where music transcends boundaries and creates unforgettable experiences.

Soy Lucho Suárez, DJ y Productor de música electrónica, actualmente resido en Montevideo, Uruguay. 

 Comencé en 2021 como DJ y en 2024 decidí dar un paso más en mi carrera iniciando en producción musical la cual sigo capacitando con diferentes maestros productores, mi camino como productor recién comienza.

Mi música abarca una variedad de sub géneros, incluyendo Techno, Afro, Tech House; Aunque estoy mirando de reojo Progressive y Melodic. 

Me inspiro en la energía de las pistas de baile, las vibraciones del público y la diversidad cultural que me rodea, lo que me permite explorar diferentes sonidos y estilos en cada creación.

Estoy emocionado por acordar con sellos(Labels) la promoción de mis creaciones que ya están prontas para ser tocadas en las cabinas de clubes y hacer emocionar en pista.

Una de las lecciones más importantes que he aprendido en este camino es que no es necesario ser DJ para ser productor; A veces, el camino menos convencional es el que más enriquece.

Me siento profundamente emocionado por lo que el futuro me depara en la música y espero que mis tracks resuenen contigo. ¡Gracias por unirte a esta aventura!

🎵 Official artist profile: Lucho Suárez – contact: luisito.suarez.uy@gmail.com


Enjoy the mix! And remember - 
 only you can make yourself happy - 
              or music!

OPEN FORMAT  🧚🏾‍♀️🧿 
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Dig the tunes? Check out trippy music videos: https://www.youtube.com/@grasspatchbum

Website or Instagram for booking.

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.

Latest Release: Trompa

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Making Moments Together

Home to The DQ Selected Radio show which broadcasts globally every Monday.

Experience the Deepest Groove and Melodic Tones melt in to the House sound, right here with your guide Drew Quinn as your Dj, Radio Host and Producer.

DQ Radio on Youtube
https://www.youtube.com/@drewquinnofficial

Exclusive access to download the Selected Show, access Full Playlist and more;
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Label Boss of DQSELECTED
Latest Release: Shades of Blue

bookings (EMEA)
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bookings (US)
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Sonic traveler and storyteller based in Brussels and Barcelona. Piccaya sets are invitations to musical journey through deep, organic soundscapes, infused with progressive house, tribal, spiritual and shamanic vibes. 

From the dust of Burning Man to the heart of global gatherings. Piccaya shares his passion for music through Kosmozoo Project and beyond – always seeking connection, expression and magic in every beat.

✧ In the heart of the music cosmos dwells Kosmozoo, known for mystical day-to-night musical journeys at Spain’s Nowhere Burn, an annual celebration inspired by burner culture. We are a music collective & a record label 🔥 ✧ ☼ ♪

👉 Call to DJ's:
Feel free to send your sets & your music 🙏

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