technito



Here's a quiet setup combining minimal and tech-house.
To be savored and appreciated beyond limits :)

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Minimal 2025

minimal set 1

My House My Rules

Jai produit se sons pour étalé mes style de musique et ma capacité a produire de tout

Attractif

Dj-Set by Christian Tibor

Looking for this Dj-Set on Youtube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lheJctjU82w

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Abenteuer im Zauberwald Vol.8

◉◉ Soundroom Podcast 114 - SANCHEZ ◉◉

◉ Sanchez is a Tunisian artist known for blending dark/groovy house with the raw energy of hip-hop. Starting his journey in 2015, Sanchez quickly carved out his own niche, merging deep, atmospheric grooves with sharp, impactful hip-hop lyrics. His sound reflects the pulse of North Africa, while embracing the global influence of underground hip-hop culture. 

◉ Since 2019, he's been crafting tracks that challenge traditional boundaries, fusing minimal electronic elements with storytelling that speaks to both the mind and the body. With each release, Sanchez continues to push the limits of electronic music, delivering tracks that are as moody as they are groove-driven.

◉ Follow SANCHEZ: https://soundcloud.com/rami-ben-amor-312051286
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Soundroom Podcast 114 - SANCHEZ

Saav - Bajaron de la luz

Saav -Sin querer queriendo

Saav - No a la suerte (Paul K ambient rework)

Programmed

Trippy 4K Techno Experience!
Hypnotic warehouse drive—glass seed pulses, map hums back.
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Stream / download / buy ➜
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https://open.spotify.com/artist/3q0KcTUD3hmRdi1SUWd6VL
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https://music.apple.com/us/artist/grass-patch-bum/1596136340
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https://soundcloud.com/grasspatchbum
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Merch Shop : https://grass-patch-bum-shop.fourthwall.com
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Warehouse visualizer: teal haze, sunflower halos, 123 BPM.
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Keep in touch with latest releases:
https://www.youtube.com/@grasspatchbum
https://grasspatchbum.bandcamp.com/
https://grasspatchbum.com/
Trippy Music Video : https://youtu.be/fLXi1z5_xH0
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Prologue: The City That Forgot Its Corners

The city had no right angles anymore. Years of slow migration in its own sleep had rounded every edge into a soft, treacherous kindness. Streets drooped like ribbons. Towers leaned in to hear each other breathe. At night, light pooled in bowls and refused to climb the walls. People blamed the damp, or the age of foundations, or the recent habit the wind had of returning lost words.

Sen walked through it with the steady patience of someone who carried a task heavier than their shadow. Their satchel held a glass seed—smooth, thumb-sized, faintly warm—taken from a mineral library deep under the old quay. The librarians had warned that it wasn’t a seed at all, but an organ, the kind you could add to a place in order to give it a new sense. “Don’t plant it in soil,” they’d said. “Plant it in a problem.”

The city’s problem was the same every city kept hidden: it had forgotten where it ended. Some nights its borders drifted so far that fog felt foreign; some mornings the outer districts woke up looking at mountains that weren’t on any chart. The mayor had asked for better fences. Sen, a cartographer too stubborn for fences, had asked for the seed.

On the night that began the end of drifting, the seed woke. Not with light, not with sound, but with vibration—a low, velvet hum that traveled up Sen’s bones and mapped out a direction behind the ears. When Sen faced that way, the hum smoothed. When they turned aside, it rasped. That was how Sen knew the thing was a map: it cared when they cheated.

The seed’s hum pulled them through the city’s softened streets to a battered iron wicket that had never opened for anyone sober. Beyond it lay a scar of land no one managed to name—the Orchard of Glass to some, the Prism Orchard to those who liked their danger with geometry—the place where trees grew mirrors and fruit pretended to be planets. At the orchard’s edge, the air carried the flavor of cold coin and rainwater under stone. Mushrooms at the roots of the iron fence opened teal gills and breathed out a pause, like a door deciding whether to be a door.

Sen set the glass seed on their palm. It rolled toward the fence and pressed itself against the iron. The hum pressured Sen’s ribs. The wicket sighed and forgot that it had ever been locked.

“Show me,” Sen said to no one and to the seed and to the orchard. The hum approved.

They stepped through.

I — Threshold Sap

Inside, the orchard’s darkness was organized. The trunks were columns. The leaves were ruled lines. Moss laid out a grid with small, amber nodes, and every so often one node blinked and sent a ripple through its neighbors until the whole mat had agreed on something quiet.

Continues on the website: https://grasspatchbum.com/2025/09/01/a-map-that-hums-back/

#techno  #musicvideo  #trippyvisuals  #technomusic  #visualizer  #undergroundtechno  #musicvisualizer  #melodictechno   #4kvideo  #4kvisuals  #psychedelicvisuals4k

A Map That Hums Back | Psychedelic Music Video @ YouTube

Samsara Glitch — 7:12 — 136.0 BPM — D minor (7A)

Accelerated groove with a mean mid-range grind. Linear rise, percussive switch-ups, and a center stretch built to flip a floor from focus to frenzy without theatrics.

For DJs: peak-time engine; works in the 134–138 corridor; phrase-clean for doubles and pressure rides.

“From 2:53 it goes crazy… a 7-minute track that plays like an hour-long mix. I love it!” — Nastya Muravyova

Credits/usage: Written & produced in Berlin. 
From EP1 / Extended Player One. 

Lossless/WAV on request. 

If you play it, please drop a timestamp/clip.





人 Sansara Glitch — 7:11 of evolving, fractured techno ritual.
A journey where cyclical rhythm meets digital imperfection: looping like the wheel of saṃsāra, cracking open with glitches that distort and renew. Heavy low-end drives the body forward, while spectral textures flicker like half-remembered dreams.

This is a track for late hours and dark rooms — where repetition becomes meditation, and every glitch is a portal.

#Techno #Glitch #Hypnotic #Ritual #Berlin

HITORIN - Sansara Glitch

Bellflair

Well holy hell Andre it's mushroom-spaceship bananza or maybe it's just a banana OOORRR MAYBE a bandana! :) enjoy crew!
Hahah I might of taken it too far with the spaceship scene but I just couldn't get enough :)

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The Story ➜
The first time the stars breathed, Kiera thought the station’s windows were fogging from the inside. A ribbed pattern shimmered over the night—fine, parallel lines radiating outward, folding and unfolding like the underside of some celestial creature. Then the pattern vanished and the sky returned to the ordinary cold scattering of points.

Kiera held still, counting. Three seconds. Five. Eight.

The pattern returned, faint but certain: silver lamellae sliding across the constellations, as if the dark itself wore gills.

She killed the cabin lights of the Kite of Radials and let her eyes adjust. The ship—a grafted thing of bone-white ribs and black ceramic tissue—hung docked on Harbor Nine like a seed caught in a spiderweb. In the dim, the cockpit felt more grown than built: vein trails in the console resin, organ-glass curled around the navigation core, the slow pulse of the hull’s self-healing membranes.

“Show me the sky raw,” she said.

The glass peeled back its filters. Deep field flooded in, along with the faint photonic noise the station usually scrubbed. There—again—the slow, tidal sweep of lines, not atmosphere, not lensing, not a glitch. It was a rhythm. A breath.

Kiera’s left hand eased toward the lamina compass she wore on a cord around her throat. It was an old, illegal thing: a coin of frost-glass with a thin gold filament threading inside it like a living maze. At first breath the filament trembled; at the second it traced a curve to starboard. By the third, it formed an arc that settled toward a patch of nothing near the Mirror Belt.

“Coordinates,” she whispered, and the Kite woke by degrees—panels unfurling, thrusters whispering, marrow engines tasting vacuum.

Three months earlier, a courier had handed her a cloth-wrapped bundle with no name. Inside: the lamina compass and a single line of handwriting, shaped like a sigh.

Find where the stars learn to breathe.

Kiera had laughed then, because she had spent years mapping lies dressed as mysteries. Contracts with extraction fleets taught her that most wonders hid pipes and price tags. But now, with the compass thrumming and the windows showing parallel ridges slipping over starfields, the old skepticism felt thin and brittle. This wasn’t a trick. The sky had gills.

She undocked without asking permission. Harbor Nine came from a culture that never said no if you didn’t ask first, and Kiera had long since learned to protect that balance.

The Kite drifted, then glided, then became a line spreading away from the station into the black.

Continues on the website.


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https://grasspatchbum.com/
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#techno   #musicvideo   #trippyvisuals   #technomusic   #visualizer   #undergroundtechno   #musicvisualizer   #melodictechno    #4kvideo   #4kvisuals   #psychedelicvisuals   #8kvideo

Gills in the Stars | Psychedelic Music Video @ YouTube

Midget & Fabius - @Gierstädt Part 1 (05.09.25)

This music video is trippy az - took a minute : https://youtu.be/riJ2PAnbyzQ

Dark, hypnotic, warehouse‑ready techno—step into the Index and don’t look back.
Rolling bass, acid edges, space‑bound pulse—built for late hours.
From void to city: a cinematic techno journey.

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The Story ➜
There is a library that rotates around a star that does not shine.

The star is called the Umbra Crown, an object that drinks light the way dry soil swallows rain. Around it, on a safe, slow ring, floats the Palimpsest Array—thirty‑one linked hulls and one cathedral of glass mathematics, all of it oriented toward a thing no eye can see. The Array keeps records of what the universe attempts, fails, revises, and forgets.

In Vault Nine, behind shutters etched with compass roses, the Index of Lost Vectors sleeps in a cradle of null‑metal. It is not a book. It is not a map. It is a living catalog of directions that once were real and then weren’t: bearings erased by paradox, routes collapsed by war, trajectories canceled by the absolute pressure of someone’s choice.

Every so often, a new arrow appears in the Index, pointing toward nothing and still insisting it points. That insistence is hard to ignore when your job title is Vectorist.

Kael Ivers had held that title for sixteen years. They had seen the Index wake exactly three times.

On the fourth, the arrows did not appear.

They bloomed.

I — Arrowfall

Kael did not dream in pictures. They dreamed in angles: a narrow gate of ninety degrees held like a promise, an indulgent sweep of one hundred twenty that never closed where you thought it would. That night, in the small sleep between the first cup of bitter broth and the second, Kael dreamed a circle that would not stay circle. It kept erupting with tangents, each tangent a pale hairline of intent.

They woke with the taste of tin in their mouth and the feeling of a room straightening around them.

“Vault Nine,” said the Array, warm and calm in Kael’s ear. The Array never hurried its vowels. “The Index is agitated.”

Kael rolled off the hammock, slid into a field jacket, and jogged through the airless corridor. The shard windows along the passage showed a black full of small, reluctant stars. The Umbra Crown lived where no starlight reached, but the shyer stars still haunted the periphery.

The vault door recognized Kael’s gait before it recognized their badge. Inside, the Index floated—a torus of glass, a halo with a heart. When it slept, it looked like a ring made by someone who understands rings only as an idea. When it woke, angles sprouted from it the way grass erupts after a secret rain.

Today, it was a meadow.

Thousands of vectors had blossomed out of the torus, paper‑thin and luminous. They didn’t point to random; they pointed toward a choreography. Some curved, some refused to bow; others leaned with the authority of a road that predates the city it enters.

Kael did not touch it. They didn’t have to. The vectors brushed the surface of their attention and left afterimages that behaved like memory. The taste of tin intensified.

Continues on the website.


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Merch Shop : https://grass-patch-bum-shop.fourthwall.com
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https://grasspatchbum.bandcamp.com/
https://grasspatchbum.com/
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Support the tunes:
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Index of Lost Vectors | Uber Trippy Morphing Music Video @ YouTube

Voila je vous partage Mon univers mes  production ma personnalité 
j'aime la musique en général je peut pas vivre sans! 
J'aime la techno , disons tout se qui et électronique j'aime aussi le métal rock et tout se qui vas avec =) ma chaine et assez varier le musique on toute leur personnalité elle nous emmène vers d'autre univers , alors hésité pas a les écouté et retrouver vous parmi mes histoire!
Suivez moi aussi ici:
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Midget = Techno ~ mal melodisch. mal weniger melodisch ~ mal schneller, mal langsamer = aber immer tanzbar!

Ich freue mich über jeden like, play, repost und bla bla bla....

Dj und Producer seit 2008! 

Grüüüüüße
Midget

Viens explorer l’infinité de la musique minimaliste. 

Vibre en osmose avec l’énergie et la profondeur des basses, laisse ton esprit divaguer au gré des textures, perçois ton âme a travers ces sonorités abstraites. Connecte toi, ressents la musique s’exprimer pour un voyage intérieur, introspectif jusqu’aux tréfonds les plus pure de l’être.

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Come and explore the infinity of minimalist music

Resonate in harmony with the energy and depth of the bass, let your mind wander through the textures, perceive your soul through these abstract sounds. Connect, feel the music express itself for an inner, introspective journey to the purest depths of being.

Booking//Management:

booking@christiantibor.com

人 Vinyl-only DJ sets. Boundary-breaking techno productions.

Berlin’s underground, filtered through a journalist’s precision, an entrepreneur’s vision, and an activist’s fire.
On decks, Valentin Hitorin spins hypnotic, groove-driven journeys cut from rare wax. In the studio, he channels chaos into sharp, evolving soundscapes built for the floor.
Living and creating with a mental disability, he turns personal survival into collective ritual—music as both defiance and communion.
Follow for deep cuts, unorthodox textures, and techno that refuses to lie ⩖

---- SICKSPUD --------
                         -> dj & electronic music composer            
     -> webradio programmer ->>  
                                                         www.uzic.ch      

SickSpud proposes it's mix in place as various club's in Switzerland for 20 years, but is principally engaged in the production and the development of it's.  
It is also programmer on the most minimal-techno webradio listened  : www.uzic.ch

support us on patreon: patreon.com/SoundroomBucharest

Born out of a deep passion for underground electronic music, Soundroom Bucharest has grown over the past 9 years into one of Romania’s most respected podcasts in the tech-house, minimal, and deep-tech scene. With over 12.5K followers on SoundCloud and episodes reaching anywhere from 2,000 to 90,000 plays, this platform gives real exposure to DJs and producers worldwide.

What started as a podcast is now evolving into a label, dedicated to pushing fresh sounds and supporting emerging artists. If you’re a DJ or producer looking for a platform that truly values underground music, this is the place for you.

🔥 Join the movement. Support the underground. Be part of Soundroom Bucharest. https://patreon.com/SoundroomBucharest

🎧 Welcome to the Sound of Arty3eatz 🎧

Ich bin Arty3eatz – Producer, Soundtüftler und Liebhaber hypnotischer Klänge. Hier teile ich meine eigenen Tracks, Remixe und alles, was elektronische Musik lebendig macht. Ob treibender Bass, sphärische Vocals

🎶 🎵 Arty3eatz Techno | Vocal Trance | House Deep Vibes. Pure Sound.

🎧 TMIL4x2 – Leidenschaftlicher DJ & Livestreamer seit über 10 Jahren. Hier findest du exklusive Sets aus House, Techhouse, Minimal, Techno, Trance & Hardtrance – live gemixt, direkt vom Pult!
💥 Kein Mainstream – nur echter Sound für echte Liebhaber.

Dig the tunes? Check out the music videos YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@grasspatchbum

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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.

------ 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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