On the cliffs of Uluwatu, when the ocean devours the sun, the seven masks awaken.
Eyes swell red, jaws stretch wide, and teeth gleam like knives.
The stone trembles under their laughter,
and the night opens with a mouth full of drums.

Before gods, before men,
storms carved the first dance:
thunder cracking skulls of clouds,
waves tearing cliffs like flesh from bone,
winds shrieking as if torn from hollow throats.
The masks are fragments of this first hunger,
faces of a rhythm that devours silence.

When dancers put them on, the masks feed.
Flesh becomes rhythm,
breath becomes fire,
and the world shakes with a frenzy of jaws.

The Ritual of Polyrhythm is not a song — it is a feast.
Teeth bite into stone, flames lick the wind,
and every step drives deeper into the marrow of the night.
The cliffs themselves bleed sound until the horizon splits open.


The Seven Masks and Their Dances

1. Mask of Stone Breath

The earth exhales through basalt teeth.
Its rhythm grinds slow and merciless, a jaw of rock crushing time.

2. Mask of Ember Laughter

Flames split into a grin of sparks.
Its rhythm leaps jagged and sharp, fire biting the night in radiant joy.

3. Mask of Ocean Eyes

The tide opens as a mouth that swallows endlessly.
Its rhythm drags all steps into the black water, drowning them in memory.

4. Mask of Hollow Flame

Ash swirls in its throat, a furnace without warmth.
Its rhythm is a hollow blaze, breath echoing in chambers of fire
where sound stretches like teeth across the void.

5. Mask of Thunder Echo

The skull of the sky splits wide.
Its rhythm is a roar of jaws above the earth,
a storm chewing silence into splinters.

6. Mask of Shifting Steps

The ground cracks beneath its feet.
Its rhythm twists and breaks, pulling dancers into chasms that never end.

7. Mask of Air and Dream

The final mouth opens into dawn.
Its rhythm devours form into shadow, shadow into smoke,
until only breath drifts across the horizon, carrying the hunger of night into day.


Closing

At sunrise the masks return to stone,
but their teeth remain restless.
They gnash in thunder, grind in the tide,
and bite within the dreams of all who have seen them.

Mask of Ember Laughter

TATE is the third chapter of KAGE NO TABI, a sonic journey by NIXIA.
A ritual of resistance and awakening, merging industrial techno with tribal Japanese percussion, distorted basslines, and commanding female chants.
It is not just music, but a march, a call to stand, resist, rise.

Tate

DRVN 002 — Sons of Tengri
Tengri Pulse Series | 136 BPM Ritual Techno

Forged for the late-hour trance states — rolling psy-influenced bass pressure under cold industrial kicks.
A mechanical nomadic march across frozen steppe horizons, built for warehouse hypnosis at 3 AM.

Artist: DRAVN
Label / Division Tag: DRVN

DRVN 002 Sons of Tengri

A journey through the void and back. merging shadow and light through rhythm, tension, and release. For those who seek transcendence through sound.

【﻿ＯＢＳＣＵＲＯ　Ｌ＇ＫＡＭＩ】

dark techno • ritual techno • industrial energy • live set • underground rave • hypnotic club mix • underground ritual set • live techno mix • ritual broadcast • underground techno set • cyber occult • sexy dark techno • progressive techno • 


Rite_01 - The Summoning (Preview)

A journey through the void and back. merging shadow and light through rhythm, tension, and release. For those who seek transcendence through sound.

【﻿ＯＢＳＣＵＲＯ　Ｌ＇ＫＡＭＩ】

dark techno • ritual techno • industrial energy • live set • underground rave • hypnotic club mix • underground ritual set • live techno mix • ritual broadcast • underground techno set • cyber occult • sexy dark techno • progressive techno •

Rite_02 - The Awakening Pulse

RITE_03 - Shadow Communion

психика-post-industrial ritual dance-storm

A forgotten chant through static.
There is no yesterday. There is no tomorrow.

A pulse, dragged from ancient stone halls.
Words dissolve in the fog of atmospheric drones.
A medieval troubadour’s chant, chopped to summon an epic thunderstorm — where each lightning strike splits the skies open.

"…eine mittelalterliche Schranz-Komposition – roh, rituell, kompromisslos."

Sound: distorted.
Time: dismembered.
We Are: unrecognizable.

Des Kaplans Irrenlied

“Amba Amba” emerges from the collision point between Schranz and Psy Trance — the narrow zone where chaos becomes sound and structure dissolves.
It begins at the event horizon of both genres, a fusion where rhythm mutates into force and distortion becomes physical.
This is not just to be heard — it’s meant to invade the body, to spread like voltage under the skin.
In this unraveling, getting rid of the "language" as it  starts to lose form, until only pulse, heat, and breath remain.

Amba Amba

The melody was a Siren's call. So I poisoned it.

I detuned its beauty, drowned it in distortion, and buried it beneath the only two things that matter: 

the kick and the bass. 

Language is intentionally de-composed. It is a spell.

This is the 'indole' in the perfume. The poison that makes it real. This is not a track; it's the rejection of the track. A raw, physical, language-free resonance.

ratrih

I transmit emotion through sound.
No borders. No rules. Just resonance.

I’m shaped by frequencies.
Rooted in techno, sculpted by silence, driven by instinct.
I don’t speak, I pulse.
Each track is a portal. Each release, a fragment of becoming. Multicultural soundscapes by @nixiaverse. Listen in shadows, dance in light.

⚡︎ DARK & DRIVING PROGRESSIVE TECHNO
⚡︎ UNDERGROUND ENERGY | PORTAL HZ

⟢ PR / BOOKINGS: OBSCUROLKAMI@GMAIL.COM


𖦹 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 𖦹

I am Artur Tokhtash, a composer and sound artist.
My music unfolds at the intersection of classical tradition and sonic art: preludes, improvisations, and electroacoustic structures are not genres, but forms of memory and breath.

For me, sound is ritual. Each piece is not merely a composition but a trace of presence, an echo of vanished spaces, a light from places that may no longer exist.
The piano, in my preludes, becomes a vessel — an instrument that carries not only melody but also the silence between notes.

My works do not function as background. They are spaces for listening, inviting the listener into a state where music becomes both signal and transformation.

music is my fucking drugs
inst @mega_cocaine

Xspliffic Beats is an independent underground label built between Norway’s grit and Brazil’s soul — more than 30 years of sound, archives, and evolution.


 Official Artist Profiles
• Dravn — Warehouse Techno → https://open.spotify.com/artist/0BNQOzAlOrhp25REtiknUw
• Xspliffic — Liquid DnB / Rollers → https://open.spotify.com/artist/1TE2SaA5bFEBhPRnxxjAG0
• Xspliffic Beats — Revolutionary Rap → https://open.spotify.com/artist/6Okt6eYdVxNQB5hzi3uPZA
• Nordic Neon — Synthwave / Cyber Atmospherics → https://open.spotify.com/artist/06qchEnGO9nUz1VbZnHldu
• Maré Suave — Lofi / Chill (coming 2026)


 Playlists & Rotation System
I curate playlists using a fair rotation cycle (Staging → Prep → Main), refreshed most Mondays.
No pay-for-placement — just fit, taste, and honesty.



📦 Bandcamp Label Hub → https://xsplifficbeats.bandcamp.com/
📨 Submissions → submissions@xspliffic.com (Send Spotify link + genre + short note)
🌐 More releases, playlists & archives → xspliffic.com

New tracks tagged #Ritual techno