Express Lane (Original Mix) . . . DJ Manny & TCJ [Teklife]
Never (Original Mix) . . . Fred Everything feat. Robert Owens [Lazy Days Music]
Illusory Concept (Original Mix) . . . Ritz [Piston Recordings]
Together, Pt. II (Extended Mix) . . . Kitty Amor, SeeMeNot [Defected]
Crane Song (Dopamin Mix) . . . Robert Dietz [Running Back]
La Mosca (Original Mix) . . . Hardt Antoine [Kompakt]
Slink N' Slide (Original Mix) . . . Jhobei [Up The Stuss]
Futurism (Extended Version) . . . Ivory [Cercle Records]
Digital Moss (FROND Remix) . . . Nickon Faith [Manual Smiles]
Maybe (Gai Barone & Luke Brancaccio Remix) . . . dernis, the kid feat. Clara Jo [Proton Music]
You Don't Have To Worry (Paul & Shark Remix) . . . Chrissy [Shall Not Fade]
Turn Off (Musumeci Remix) . . . Victoria, Quadis [Buttress]
Sandstorm (Original Mix) . . . FJAAK [FJAAK Recordings]
Beats & Lines (Extended Mix) . . . Joyce Muniz / Sara Bluma [Kompakt]
Reality (Original Mix) . . . Fonzo, ANSZA [Hardline Sounds]

MOJO INFINITY

Windsor Safari Park (Original Mix) . . . µ-Ziq [Planet Mu]
Storyteller (Original Mix) . . . Luca Bacchetti [Endless]
Do You Still Think of Me (Original Mix) . . . Jaydee [Forward Presents]
Higher (Jan Driver Remix) . . . Gene Siewing feat. Ingrid Arthur [Intent Recordings]
So Sweet (Extended Mix) . . . Deniz Bul [FCKING SERIOUS]
Lurar i Skuggan (Original Mix) . . . Genius Of Time [Aniara Recordings]
The Red Demon (Original Mix) . . . Fossil Archive [Kneaded Pains]
Clockworks (Original Mix) . . . LEGATO [Nightcolours]
Fejoisle (Original Mix) . . . Silva [DVNTT]
Overture (Original Mix) . . . Skatman [Cognitive Prophecy]
Techno Romance (Original Mix) . . . Monaco (IRE) [Hot Haus Recs]
Centro Di Gravita? (Original Mix) . . . Robert Dietz [Running Back]
E-Dancer (Original Mix) . . . X-Coast, Lag, XL Traxx [Rekids]
Friday (Baltra Dub) . . . Roy Ford [Vision One]
Unchained (Siggatunez Dub) . . . SOSANDLOW [the Basement Discos]

MOJO RESONANCE

Fast paced groovy tech summer mix 128 - 133 BpM right there for some serious dance floor heat. Very energetic and yet eclectic, with the touches of acid, psy, detroit or hypnotica.

Broadcasted on Radio_FM on 16.07.2024.

Thnx for the great tracks:
@t-e-e-d @damianlazarus @aalinkaa @robert-dietz @jeromesydenham @michelle-manetti @greg-gow @morgan-david @robag_fm @andre-kronert @daphni-music @hyriczcole @good-mood @bubbl-2 @kondukukonduku @deepisdeep @aeon-audio @live-at-robert-johnson @dftd @tulpaovirecords @caribouband @leporelo @dolly-records @nousklaeraudio @csvoyager @drissbennis

Recordings

RawNoir - LetnyMix (HypnoDance In Panorama Bar) Jul 2024

The Last Of You In Me (Original Mix) . . . Gaston Fiore [Gomboc Records]
The Sun Rising (Deep Mix) . . . Allen Craig feat. Justin Kayser [Moulton Music]
Judas Goat (Original Mix) . . . Robert Dietz [Nous_klær Audio]
Memories (Original Mix) . . . Frankey & Sandrino, Charlotte Riby [Innervisions]
Outta Phase (Original Mix) . . . Christian AB [Faith Beat]
Guy Salmon (Original Mix) . . . 1-800 GIRLS [all my thoughts]
Nevermind (Original Mix) . . . Maryag [Closer To Truth]
Come On (Fur Coat Remix) . . . Henri Bergmann, Wennink [Automatik]
Apocalypse (At The Acropolis) (Original Mix) . . . Jex Opolis [Good Timin']
Wedding (Digital Bonus) . . . Fireground [Tresor Records]
Prancing (Original Mix) . . . Petter B [BOND]
Rêve (Original Mix) . . . Esoteric Circle [Amaeoo]
Super Solar (Original Mix) . . . Christian AB [Faith Beat]
Never Ever Ever (Henrik Schwarz Extended Remix) . . . Girls of the Internet feat. shiv [Classic Music Company]
Touch (Original) . . . Matrefakt [Attitudes To Life]

MOJO ECLIPSE

NEW MIX: "liminal summer" - vinyl only mix played live @ LOVEiT Radio: Micro House, Breaks, 90s - vinyl goodies for the heads. Enjoy!

liminal summer (vinyl mix)

PHA₦TA5IA sprawled beneath ☰THERIA like the fevered vision of a poet caught between ecstasy and madness. It was a realm where decadence and decay entwined, where the cities rose not in orderly grace but in wild, beautiful chaos, grand structures crumbling even as they were adorned, ancient stone overtaken by vines that pulsed with life, as if each leaf, each petal, was born from a love that had turned reckless and heady with the taste of its own mortality.

Here, the sun blazed with a hunger unknown to other worlds, casting shadows that danced and writhed, slipping into shapes that teased the edge of perception. In this light, reality grew slippery, distorted by the haze of desires unquenched, unashamed, a fever-dream of lust and longing that permeated the streets like incense. And when night descended, it came alive with secrets murmured like forbidden promises, each whisper a shiver, each glance a fleeting sin that the darkness embraced and cherished.

Nothing in PHA₦TA5IA was meant to last. It was a place where the line between creation and destruction blurred, where beauty and ruin were lovers entwined in an endless dance. Pleasure here was like a flame, illuminating and consuming all it touched, and pain was its echo, a reminder that even in the height of passion, there lay the shadow of loss. The Phantasians moved through this world as though on a stage, their lives a masquerade of indulgence, driven by yearnings that seemed to rise from the earth itself, ancient and primal, desires they neither understood nor wished to tame. They laughed, they wept, they made love and war with equal fervor, unaware or perhaps willfully blind to the invisible hands that shaped their fates.

For above them, the Puppet Masters watched, their cold, elegant gaze casting its shadow over every fervent touch, every whispered vow, every fleeting joy and sorrow. In the vast theater of PHA₦TA5IA, the Phantasians were but actors, unaware of the strings that bound them, oblivious to the unseen eyes that delighted in their folly. And yet, even as they reveled, they held themselves above, casting their gaze down to the depths of the world below, to the Subterrans they saw as lesser, the creatures of shadow and toil whose existence justified their own glittering decadence.

In PHA₦TA5IA, hierarchy was an art as delicate as it was cruel, spun by the Puppet Masters with the precision of a blade’s edge. The Phantasians, lost in their opulent dream, believed themselves blessed, chosen to live in the light, forever protected from the darkness below. Yet they danced on a precipice, a mere breath away from falling, their souls burning with a fervor so bright it could only end in ash.

PHA₦TA5IA

The bar that held them now was a reflection of PHA₦TA5IA’s indulgence—a kitschy, bisexual den of excess, where fashion and absurdity intertwined in a bizarre, surreal spectacle. Clowns in high-fashion couture danced beneath flickering neon lights, their laughter ringing out like madness. Grotesque clown faces leered down from the walls, their twisted smiles mocking the secrets hidden beneath the surface. The air was thick with the mingling scents of sweat, alcohol, and something darker—something sweet, forbidden, and intoxicating. Dark corners whispered of PHA₦TA5IA thrummed with unspoken promises, each hidden back room and darkened alcove whispering of forbidden trysts and indulgences too secret for the light of day. It was a world gilded with hedonism, a theater of opulence where sins were polished until they gleamed, tucked away beneath laughter and lust. Secrets were born here, nursed and hidden beneath layers of decadence, sheltered by the thick, intoxicating air of excess.

But Ŧ∆βʊ did not belong here. He had slipped through the cracks between worlds, like smoke drifting from the underworld, evading the weight of shadows to ascend into this blinding spectacle. From the steel-laden depths of ||ND3RGR0||ND, where the air was thick with grit and the hum of machinery replaced music, he had emerged cloaked and disguised. In this kingdom of grotesque laughter and painted faces, he was but another clown in gaudy attire, another mask in a sea of masked faces. Yet his purpose was no game. Behind his painted face, hidden beneath the carnival costume, lay a man who had come to hunt for truth.

No one recognized him—none of the revelers, not the ones who had left him for dead, who had watched him succumb to their poisons with cold eyes and careless smiles. They drifted past him, glancing with only the faintest interest, secure in the belief that their secret had bound him to the shadows, shackled him with the weight of a past no man could bear. They were wrong. He was no longer the broken soul they had once known; the man who had stumbled in a haze of fractured memories, lost and wandering, that man was gone.

Seven years had dulled his mind, stealing away his memories with the slow, cruel precision of poison, leaving him to drift in a fog where his pain lay hidden. But now, the haze had lifted, each memory sharpening like glass shards pressing through his thoughts, piecing together a life they had tried to bury. The trauma had forged him anew, chiseling away the weakness until what remained was harder, colder—a force with purpose. He had returned, not merely to watch, not to linger unseen in the background of their debauchery, but to gather the fragments of a broken past and wield them like a weapon.

As he moved through the throng, his gaze flitted over the masked faces with cold, calculated intent, searching for the threads that would lead him to the truth, to justice. They thought their darkness was his prison, that the secret they shared would keep him silent. But they could not know how close he had come, how the shadows no longer frightened him, how he was ready to drag their sins into the light. This time, it would be they who trembled, who faced the reckoning, while he stood ready to lay bare the truths that would bring them to their knees.

H!GH-F∆$H!ØN CLOW₦ CR3W

spooky sounds for halloween dancers - house, techno, breaks and bass music to shake your bones

spooky dance (vinyl mix)

The scene unfolded in a riot of color, a fever dream of neon hues that bled together in stark, jarring contrasts—shocking pinks, acid greens, and electric blues. The crowd below, bathed in this surreal glow, swayed and writhed like one colossal, living organism. It was as if the very city had come alive, its heart beating to the relentless pulse of the music that roared from unseen speakers, a rhythm so intense it seemed to vibrate the very air. Above them all, the Iron Hand's spectral image loomed, his eyes like hypnotic spirals, pulling the revelers into a state of delirious submission.

The banners of PHA₦TA5IA hung like garish streaks of defiance, their colors harsh and unnatural against the sky, casting strange, jagged shadows over the jubilant crowd. Those who danced below were caught in the thrall of the lights, their bodies moving with a frenetic energy that bordered on madness. Hands reached skyward, fingers grasping for something just beyond their reach, as if they could touch the elusive promise of freedom the new regime offered. But beneath the surface of this wild celebration, there was something darker—a simmering tension, a silent scream that went unheard beneath the cacophony of electronic beats and the roar of the crowd’s ecstatic cheers.

For amidst the euphoria, there were eyes that did not dance, faces that were twisted not in joy but in something far colder, more desperate. These were the souls who saw the Iron Hand’s promises for what they truly were—lies dressed in the seductive colors of PHA₦TA5IA’s neon lights. They were prisoners in their own city, bound not by chains but by the blinding allure of this vibrant, synthetic paradise. The confetti fell like ashes, and in the harsh light, every burst of color became a glaring reminder of the cage they were now trapped in. The streets pulsed with life, yet the air was thick with the scent of decay, the rotten core beneath PHA₦TA5IA's dazzling facade beginning to show through its cracks.

PHA₦TA5IA 4EVER

Pasogrande 377 Multiples

2025 dates:
17.01. House Mixtape_FM (Radio_FM)
25.01. Kolajnica B-Day Edit / Techno, Kolaj22, Poprad
08.02. House Mixtape_FM (Radio_FM)
14.02. Aquarius, Fabric, Ostrava
15.02. Kolajnica w/ Bastian Balders, Kolaj22, Poprad
28.02. Techno set in Scena_FM (Radio_FM)
22.03. Kolajnica / Techno, Kolaj22, Poprad
29.03. House Mixtape_FM (Radio_FM)
29.03. Ozora One Day, Cross, Prague
11.04. Klub X, Aldea, Bratislava
18.04. Kolajnica w/ Vertical Spectrum, Kolaj22, Poprad
03.05. House Mixtape_FM (Radio_FM)
24.05. Kolajnica / House, Kolaj22, Poprad
14.06. Festival elektronickej hudby, Zeleny Kricek, Trnava
30.06. - 07.07. S.U.N. Festival, Csobankapuszta, Hungary

FLOW & GROOVE forever!
RawNo!r - #House, #TechHouse, #detroit, #melodic, #acid, #psytech
DarkNo!r - #Techno, #Rawtechno, #Bangingtechno

booking: rawnoir.dj@gmail.com

After 25 years on the Slovak underground electronic scene (previously as DJ Pete), RawNo!r already knows how to do it very well. Times change but people still want the same thing. A good dose of quality music that will satisfy their longing senses and take them far away to get lost somewhere where they feel most themselves.

You could hear him in many clubs throughout Slovakia and the neighbouring Czech Republic and Austria were not missed either. Current bookings include, in addition to the well-known trendy spots of the capital, such as Radosť, Fuga or Wax, also many other events in his native Trnava or in his current place Poprad.

Nowadays he finds the greatest satisfaction in energetic sets with a strong groove and a hypnotic touch in an eclectic fusion of house and techno. As his long-hidden alter-ego, he now plays psy-techno more often.

Currently, his sets are regularly selected and included in the broadcasting of the Slovak Radio FM in the shows Mixtape_FM, Fresh_FM, Scena_FM and LetnyMix_FM.

PURE NRG, Hyper Motion, and Soothing Vibrationz.  Live The Fantasee.

morri is a music lover, vinyl collector and a DJ since 2007. He plays a distinct sound of minimal grooves, Detroit house, techno & electro, always vinyl only
Resident DJ @ the weekly @loveit-records Radioshow on Freies Radio für Stuttgart

New tracks tagged #Robert Dietz