A high-energy fusion of Goa Psytrance and Baile Funk, blending hypnotic 145 BPM rhythms with mandala whistle samples, favela kicks, and hallucinogenic samba grooves. Helicopter transitions take you from the Konkan coast to Rio, creating an electrifying, cross-cultural dancefloor experience.

Favela Trance

Disco 3000

“LIFE RAFT (LAUGH IT OFF)” rides a hypnotic, psychedelic groove with driving beats, heavy bass, and a surreal, immersive soundscape. This high-energy dance track twists pain into punchlines, flips breakdowns into bangers, and turns every scar into a setup. Raw, witty, and defiant, it’s for anyone who knows that sometimes humor is the only thing keeping your head above water. Perfect for late-night dancers, misfit hearts, and the beautifully misunderstood. Hit play—float above the chaos, and laugh loud.

Lyrics:

“Yeah…
If you can’t laugh, you’re just drowning quieter.”

Laughed at the funeral—
Someone dropped the casket, I bit my tongue,
Suit too tight, tie’s a noose,
Said “at least the dead don’t stress about rent.”
Doctor says I’m coping wrong,
But the nurse cracked a smile when I called the IV a juice box.
Every bad day’s a comedy bit,
I got punchlines for pain and a grin that don’t quit.

Every scar’s a setup,
Every tear’s a laugh track,
If I can’t joke about it,
You know it’s probably bad.

Laughter is a life raft—
I float above the mess,
Crack a joke while I’m sinking,
Ain’t afraid to confess:
If I can’t laugh at the dumb,
Don’t deserve when it’s good,
So I throw a middle finger at the storm—
Damn right, I’m misunderstood.

Got pulled over for swerving—
Told the cop I was dodging existential dread,
Blamed it on a sneeze or a meme in my head,
He let me go with a warning—
Guess the world needs more laughs, less dead.
Laugh at my own breakdown,
If the meds don’t hit, maybe the punchline lands.
The world’s on fire, and I’m roasting marshmallows—
Crack a joke, flick the ash, watch the chaos dance.

Every scar’s a setup,
Every wound gets a quip,
If I’m laughing too loud,
It’s just how I don’t slip.

Laughter is a life raft—
I float above the mess,
Crack a joke while I’m sinking,
Ain’t afraid to confess:
If I can’t laugh at the dumb,
Don’t deserve when it’s good,
So I throw a middle finger at the storm—
Damn right, I’m misunderstood.

Sometimes the raft’s leaking,
Sometimes the laugh don’t come.
Some nights it’s just the punchline echoing back,
Room full of people,
But I’m the only one in on the joke.
Yeah, I laugh at the dark—
But it’s not ‘cause I’m empty,
It’s how I build a bridge over the pit.
Better to die laughing than to live afraid of the punchline.

Laughter is a life raft— (Laughter is a life raft)
I float above the mess— (I float above the mess)
Crack a joke while I’m sinking— (Crack a joke while I’m sinking)
Ain’t afraid to confess— (Ain’t afraid to confess)
If I can’t laugh at the dumb— (If I can’t laugh at the dumb)
Don’t deserve when it’s good— (Don’t deserve when it’s good)
So I throw a middle finger at the storm—
Damn right, I’m misunderstood.

“Yeah…
If you’re laughing too,
You’re not alone on the raft.”

Life Raft (Laugh It Off)

"The House Is Alive (And Over It)" channels the chaos of purging the past with a hypnotic, high-energy dance beat and surreal, psychedelic production. This is the ultimate club anthem for anyone who's ever felt haunted by old memories and ready to torch it all for a fresh start. Heavy bass, distorted drops, and gang-shout hooks fuse with raw, poetic storytelling—perfect for late-night ragers, emotional clean-outs, and cathartic dancefloors. Add to your playlists and let this track soundtrack your next life reset.
#LetItBurn #HauntedHouseAnthem

Lyrics:
Some walls never sleep.
You feel it, right?
The house is alive—
And over it.

There’s baggage in the attic, ghosts in the drawers,
Every corner cluttered with unsaid wars.
Old shoes in the hallway, half a broken bed,
Memories in boxes, words left unsaid.
Tried to sweep out the shadows—
But damn, they multiply.
Every purge, a battle, every drawer, a sigh.

Air thick with what was never said,
Every room’s a mood, every floorboard’s dread.
I mop up the silence, still smells like grief—
Can’t Lysol a wound, can’t sweep up relief.

This house is alive and it’s tired of the fight—
Walls hold the shouting, floors hold the spite.
Can’t scrub out the history, can’t paint it all bright,
Sometimes you gotta burn it down just to find the light.

Stacked up the baggage for one last haul,
“Take what you want”—so they took it all.
Piles on the porch, guilt on display,
Charity for the landfill, love on layaway.
Found a note in a sock drawer—
Didn’t read it twice.
Some things are better left to their own vice.

You got 48 hours, then it’s all goodwill—
I’ll be here burning sage and unpaid bills.
Don’t call it closure, don’t call it fair—
I’m just clearing the air ‘til you’re not there.

This house is alive and it’s tired of the fight—
Walls hold the shouting, floors hold the spite.
Can’t scrub out the history, can’t paint it all bright,
Sometimes you gotta burn it down just to find the light.

So here’s to the clutter, to the fights and the flaws,
To the nights spent cursing these peeling walls.
I’ll raise a glass to the mess, to the stains and the scars—
If I burn with the house, at least I know who we are.

This house is alive and it’s over the pain—
Throw open the windows, let go of the blame.
Pack up the memories, soak up the rain,
If you need your old ghosts, try the donation bin down the lane.

Sometimes you clean house.
Sometimes the house cleans you.
Either way—
You leave lighter.

The House Is Alive (And Over It)

Telepathine&Uruba

Well - composition, synths and beats
Llanpsych - guitars, bass and production

https://on.soundcloud.com/aHPP0hJE7dFCo7jpXO

Psychedelic Dance

A cosmic club revolution beamed straight from alien speakers. Make Earth Weird Again is a psychedelic, hypnotic, high-energy dance banger with chest-rattling bass, driving beats, and an immersive trippy soundscape. Alien vocoders, crowd chants, and surreal satire collide in a galactic manifesto that demands you trade the status quo for pure, interstellar chaos. Equal parts protest anthem, rave invitation, and absurd policy pitch — this is the bassline the universe warned you about. The mothership is calling, and the only law is: party harder.

Lyrics:
Attention, Citizens of Terra…
We have observed your leaders.
One star. Would not recommend.
You’ve had centuries of bad code running your planet.
We’re here to install the patch… and yes — it comes with bass.
WEIRD. WEIRD. WEIRD. WEIRD.

We’ve read your history—glitch in the loop
Serving warm greed in a velvet suit
Your oceans cry, your cities choke
We came to hack it with a cosmic stroke
WEIRD. WEIRD. WEIRD.
Trade your flag for a disco sphere
Sign your laws in a pint of beer
Currency’s gone—we pay in pulse
Dance till the status quo convulses

Spin your globe—press random seed
Swap your cops for spies who dance at speed
Every law gets read in auto-rhyme
Justice hits on the bassline time
WEIRD. WEIRD. WEIRD.

MAKE. EARTH. WEIRD. AGAIN.
Ink your vote with a glowstick pen
Raves in orbit, DMV-free
Either way, you’re vibin’ with me
MAKE. EARTH. WEIRD. AGAIN.
Free tattoos for every friend
Your next mayor’s a sentient chair
And honestly? We don’t care

Ban the traffic—open wormhole gates
Swap your ads for art that syncopates
Mandatory: bring your pet to space
NASA now runs the sandwich place
Borders fade—now it’s port-a-parties
Healthcare’s free and comes with Smarties
Minimum wage: a million hugs
Paid in mushrooms, beats, and bugs

MAKE. EARTH. WEIRD. AGAIN.
Ink your vote with a glowstick pen
Raves in orbit, DMV-free
Either way, you’re vibin’ with me
MAKE. EARTH. WEIRD. AGAIN.
Free tattoos for every friend
Your next mayor’s a sentient chair
And honestly? We don’t care

:: Citizens of Terra—Under New Funk Management, the following is law ::
War is hereby replaced with interpretive breakdance.
Political debates must occur inside foam pits.
Every Tuesday is reverse-gravity day.
You will comply… or you will party harder.
WEIRD. WEIRD. WEIRD. WEIRD.

MAKE. EARTH. WEIRD. AGAIN. — WEIRD!
Ink your vote with a glowstick pen — PEN!
Raves in orbit, DMV-free
Either way, you’re vibin’ with me
MAKE. EARTH. WEIRD. AGAIN. — DROP!
Free tattoos for every friend — FRIEND!
Your next mayor’s a sentient chair
And honestly? We don’t care

WEIRD… WEIRD… WEIRD…
This concludes your political education session.
Your vote has already been counted.
Your glowstick will arrive in three… two… one…

Make Earth Weird Again

Stompforce EF1

soon on every streaming platforms, out on youtube already

andrewwxq - ADRENALINE JUNKIE

One traveler on a drifting walkway
One bag resting by the rail
Two stars falling through the windows
I rise as the night grows pale

Aaah, I’m interstellar (interstellar)
Aaah, I’m interstellar (interstellar)

Aaah, I’m interstellar (interstellar)
Aaah, I’m interstellar (interstellar)
Aaah, I’m interstellar (interstellar)
Aaah, I’m interstellar (interstellar)

Soft waves shimmer on a distant skyline
Cold lights whisper through the glass
Silent shapes drift across the platform
Time slides slowly as I pass

Aaah, I’m interstellar (interstellar)
Aaah, I’m interstellar (interstellar)

Aaah, I’m interstellar (interstellar)
Aaah, I’m interstellar (interstellar)
Aaah, I’m interstellar (interstellar)
Aaah, I’m interstellar (interstellar)

Two stars falling through the windows
One traveler
One Bag

Aaah, I’m interstellar (interstellar)
Aaah, I’m interstellar (interstellar)
Aaah, I’m interstellar (interstellar)
Aaah, I’m interstellar (interstellar)

Interstellar

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Flinch, Then Ignite:  https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/shiitakeproducts/flinch-then-ignite

I built Shiitake Products because the world needed a home for beautiful nonsense and soul-splitting truth.

- Sometimes that looks like a dancefloor meltdown at 2am.
- Sometimes it’s a button that says “Mildly Okay Human.”
- Sometimes it’s a whispered hymn to grief.

It’s all real. It’s all me. This is my multiverse—and you’re invited.

Here, AI collides with human emotion to create music that actually means something.
From dark trap bangers to cinematic alt-rock anthems, from emo-folk confessionals to glitch-satire ballads—every track is a story, a mood, a moment.
Not built for algorithms.
Built to feel.

🎧 Genres? Trap. EDM. Alt-rock. Rap-rock. Folk. Comedy. Chaos.

🧠 Themes? Rage. Love. ADHD spirals. Existential dread. Healing. Heartbreak. Hope.

🎯 Mission? To punch through the noise—and hit something real.


🔥 Want your story turned into a song? I do that.

🎁 Every listen helps fund more sonic experiments, more weird merch, and more beautiful noise.

🔗 Links:
🎶 Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/7Hk4B9nLJs5XwqQEqOdMaU
🍎 Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/shiitake-products/1766960367
☕ Support / Custom Songs: ko-fi.com/shiitakeproducts
🌐 More chaos: shiitakeproducts.com

⚠️ Marketers & "design bros" beware: I will waste your time on purpose.

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Hiya, I am an English DJ producer, into really varied music so I hope you like tracks I place on the cloud! If so, I’d love to hear from you and please share to your friends!  dubcheq@musician.org

Psych sounds, dub vibes and a whole bunch of FX in operation
SoundCloud collabs most welcome. Remixes, guitar bashing, conceptualising (a big word for a guitar player, I know) or whatever you have 😎

Member of the transatlantic music machine that is The Eclectic Collective

Member of Mid-Wales’ premier cheezepunk band The Recursives - watch us get down and boogie!!

https://youtu.be/f0CnN7FsIzM?si=4yCzlCMsylbIjKLx

https://youtu.be/E_tYwc83XPs?si=MjmQbwNeRpNXRhQS


Logo and cover art by Marianne

You may wish to check out my older dub based stuff here 
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/TwJYv9QgWsDdKNvu9

New tracks tagged #Psychedelic Dance