https://youtu.be/APw4WwulvjY

INSTAGRAM : www.instagram.com/dj_kevz
SOUNDCLOUD : @djkevz80

INSTAGRAM : https://www.instagram.com/a_12lix
SOUNDCLOUD : https://soundcloud.com/user-431903697

KEVZ b2b ALIX - ClubbingAtHome | Amiens, FR #techhouse

Some stars shine brightest in the dark, but what happens when they’re forced into the sunlight? 🌟 Stars Hate Sunshine dives deep into the contrast between vulnerability and strength, love and pain. This heartfelt story reflects the moments when we feel out of place, even while trying to shine

Stars Hate Sunshine

REFLECTIONS

How I lose you - Liquid Drum and bass track 
https://hypeddit.com/stickygreen

How I Lose You

Buy 'So Here It Is' - https://sq.lnk.to/SSR001

Sofa Sound Rollers is a new series focussing on 2 track singles that keep things moving in the forwards direction, with basslines and beats to keep any type of journey rolling.

No better way to kick things off with the owner of the label DLR and one of the masters of keeping things rolling Alix Perez.

↪ https://soundcloud.com/j_dlr
https://www.instagram.com/dlr_sofasoundbristol/

↪ https://soundcloud.com/alixperez
https://www.instagram.com/alixperez1985/

↪ https://soundcloud.com/sofasoundbristol
https://www.instagram.com/sofasoundbristol/

DLR & Alix Perez - So Here It Is

Recall umenie - Alix b2b Supa

Throwing it back with some of the funkiest tunes of 2019

Need for mirrors - Lambo [V Recordings]
Ulterior Motive & Jubei - Walnuts [Guidance]
Bad Influence - Suicide [Vengeance]
AC13 - In For The Kill [Dub]
Total Science - Nosher (The Sauce Remix) [CIA]	
Alix Perez & Monty - Good to Me [1985]
Phenom - Americano [Brawlin Beatz]	
Bou - Wine Ya B	[Critical]
Maztek, Gridlok & IHR - Gladiators (IHR Remix) [0101 Music]
Basstripper - Greedy [Subway Soundz]
Kove - Bearclaw [Drum&BassArena]
Serum, Paul T & Edward Oberon - Moon in Your Eyes [V Recordings]
Insomniax - Facehugger (Insideinfo Remix) [Viper]

10 Minute Smash Up 002: 2019

IN TOO DEEP

thoughts inside

STAY

DESIRE

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

-BIG SHOUTOUT TO CADDY PACK & KLODE CHILL-

Heard sisters bars on this and my brain instantly knew what was going to happen next. I could not help mysef.

KLODE CHILL & CADDY PACK - MOOD RING (ABRU EDIT)

@alixperez & @guzzx - Los Meros Meros
Remixer - @brknmusic1
Label - @playgroundrecords

All Sinchi premieres available on 
Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@SinchiMusic
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7sd3nFrzl9itGooHqItGFG
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sinchicollective

♫ Info + Buy ♫

PREMIERE – Ali X & GuzzX – Los Meros Meros (BRKN Remix) (Playground Records)

++18 vladimir jáquez arisleyda ex mujer video de arisleyda alix pajita tox cara a cara on internet Full

▶️ Here :
https://bit.ly/4qlIers

++18 vladimir jáquez arisleyda ex mujer video de arisleyda alix pajita tox cara a cara on internet Full

[ video de ++18 ] arisleyda ex mujer villalona arisleyda alix pajita tox cara en médias sociaux

▶️ Here :
https://bit.ly/4qlIers

[ video de ++18 ] arisleyda ex mujer villalona arisleyda alix pajita tox cara en médias sociaux

Od's Weekly Release #1 : Another Stranger (Drum and Bass)

Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/ody.1213/
Visuals by : https://www.instagram.com/mila_cttni/

Ody - Another Stranger

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.            “It’s not like I’m using,” Case heard someone say, as he shouldered his way through the crowd around the door of the Chat. “It’s like my body’s developed this massive drug deficiency.” It was a Sprawl voice and a Sprawl joke. The Chatsubo was a bar for professional expatriates; you could drink there for a week and never hear two words in Japanese.            Ratz was tending bar, h is prosthetic arm jerking monotonously as he filled a tray of glasses with draft Kirin. He saw Case and smiled, his teeth a webwork of East European steel and brown decay. Case found a place at the bar, between the unlikely tan on one of Lonny Zone’s whores and the crisp naval uniform of a tall African whose cheekbones were ridged with precise rows of tribal scars. “Wage was in her early, with two joeboys,” Ratz said, shoving a draft across the bar with his good hand. “Maybe some business with you, Case?”            Case shrugged. The girl to his right giggled and nudged him.            The bartender’s smile widened. His ugliness was the stuff of legend. In an age of affordable beauty, there was something heraldic about his lack of it. The antique arm whined as he reached for another mug. It was a Russian military prosthesis, a seven-function force-feedback manipulator, cased in grubby pink plastic. “You are too much the artiste, Herr Case.” Ratz grunted; the sound served him as laughter. He scratched his overhang of white-shirted belly with the pink claw. “You are the artiste of the slightly funny deal.”            “Sure,” Case said, and sipped his beer. “Somebody’s gotta be funny around here. Sure the fuck isn’t you.”            The whore’s giggle went up an octave.            “Isn’t you either, sister. So you vanish, okay? Zone, he’s a close personal friend of mine.”            She looked Case in the eye and made the softest possible spitting sound, her lips barely moving. But she left.            “Jesus,” Case said, “what kinda creepjoint you running here? Man can’t have a drink?”            “Ha,” Ratz said, swabbing the scarred wood with a rag, “Zone shows a percentage. You I let work here for entertainment value.”            As Case was picking up his beer, one of those strange instants of silence descended, as though a hundred unrelated conversations had simultaneously arrived at the same pause. Then the whore’s giggle rang out, tinged with certain hysteria.            Ratz grunted. “An angel has passed.”            “The Chinese,” bellowed a drunken Australian, “Chinese bloody invented nerve-splicing. Give me the mainland for a nerve job any day. Fix you right, mate…;”            “Now that,” Case said to his glass, all his bitterness suddenly rising in him like bile, “that is so much bullshit.”             The Japanese had already forgotten more neurosurgery than the Chinese had ever known. The black clinics of Chiba were the cutting edge, whole bodies of technique supplanted monthly, and still they couldn’t repair the damage he’d suffered in that Memphis hotel.            A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he’d taken and the corners he’d cut in Night City, and still he’d see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void…;The Sprawl was a long strange way home over the Pacific now, and he was no console man, no cyberspace cowboy. Just another hustler, trying to make it through. But the dreams came on in the Japanese night like livewire voodoo, and he’d cry for it, cry in his sleep, and wake alone in the dark, curled in his capsule in some coffin hotel, his hands clawed into the bedslab, temperfoam bunched between his fingers, trying to reach the console that wasn’t there.             “I saw your girl last night,” Ratz said, passing Case his second Kirin.            “I don’t have one,” he said, and drank.            “Miss Linda Lee.”            Case shook his head.            “No girl? Nothing? Only biz, friend artiste? Dedication to commerce?” The bartender’s small brown eyes were nested deep in wrinkled flesh. “I think I liked you better, with her. You laughed more. Now, some night, you get maybe too artistic; you wind up in the clinic tanks, spare parts.”            “You’re breaking my heart, Ratz.” He finished his beer, paid and left, high narrow shoulders hunched beneath the rainstained khaki nylon of his windbreaker. Threading his way through the Ninsei crowds, he could smell his own stale sweat.             Case was twenty-four. At twenty-two, he’d been a cowboy, a rustler, one of the best in the Sprawl. He’d been trained by the best, by McCoy Pauley and Bobby Quine, legends in the biz. He’d operated on an almost permanent adrenaline high, a byproduct of youth and proficiency, jacked into a custom cyberspace deck hat projected his disembodied consciousness into the consensual hallucination that was the matrix. A their, he’d worked for other, wealthier thieves, employers who provided the exotic software required to penetrate the bright walls of corporate systems, opening windows into rich fields of data.            He’s made the classic mistake, the one he’s sworn he’d never make. He stole from his employers. He kept something for himself and tried to move it through a fence in Amsterdam. He still wasn’t sure how he’d been discovered, not that it mattered now. He’d expected to die, then but they only smiled. Of course he was welcome, they told him, welcome to the money. And he was going to need it. Because––still smiling––they were going to make sure he never worked again.            They damaged his nervous system with a wartime Russian mycotoxin.            Strapped to a bed in a Memphis hotel, his talent burning out micron by micron, he hallucinated for thirty hours.            The damage was minute, subtle, and utterly effective.            For Case, who’d lived for the bodiless exultation of cyberspace, it was the Fall. In the bars he’d frequented as a cowboy hotshot, the elite stance involved a certain relaxed contempt for the flesh. The body was meat. Case fell into the prison of his own flesh.             His total assets were quickly converted to New Yen, a fat sheaf of the old paper currency that circulated endlessly through the closed circuit of the world’s black markets like the seashells of the Trobriand islanders. It was difficult to transact legitimate business with cash in the Sprawl; in Japan, it was already illegal.            In Japan, he’d known with a clenched and absolute certainty, he’d find his cure. In Chiba. Either in a registered clinic or in the shadowland of black medicine. Synonymous with implants, nerve-splicing, and microbionics, Chiba was a magnet for the Sprawl’s techno-criminal subcultures.            In Chiba, he’d watched his New Yen vanish in a two-month round of examinations and consultations. The men in the black clinics, his last hope, had admired the expertise with which he’d been maimed, and then slowly shaken their heads.            Now he slept in the cheapest coffins, the ones nearest the port, beneath the quartz-halogen floods that lit the docks all night like vast stages; where you couldn’t see the lights of Tokyo for the glare of the television sky, not even the towering hologram logo of the Fuji Electric Company, and the Tokyo Bay was a black expanse where gulls wheeled above drifting shoals of white styrofoam. Behind the port lay the city, factory domes dominated by the vast cubes of corporate arcologies. Port and city were divided by a narrow borderland of older streets, an area with no official name. Night City, with Ninsei its heart. By day, the bars down Ninsei were shuttered and featureless, the neon dead, the holograms inert, waiting, under the poisoned silver sky. --Reprinted from Neuromancer by William Gibson by permission of Berkley, a member of Penguin Putnam Inc. Copyright © 1984, William Gibson. All rights reserved. This excerpt, or any parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission. 
Hooked on the rush from each time i play in front of magical people.
Deep minimalist.

booking : jakubxbooking@gmail.com

IG : https://www.instagram.com/jakubpaksi/

member of Organic Beatz crew 

IG : https://www.instagram.com/organic.beatz/

"Niemand ist mehr Sklave, als der sich für frei hält, ohne es zu sein."

J.W. Goethe

Sinchi Collective is a multifaceted music platform. Including a label, event promoter, mix/edit series and blog (which showcases our favourite soon to be released music). 

The label launched in January 2019 and has featured a combination of singles and compilation releases with artists such as Sascha Funke, Curses, TAPAN, Damon Jee, Biesmans, Khidja, Italo Brutalo, Shubostar, Anatolian Weapons, and Tolouse Low Trax, to name a few and its objective is to promote positive social change and raise funds for our Sinchi Foundation, which supports Indigenous forest guardians in the Brazilian Amazon. You can read about our foundation here: https://sinchi-foundation.com/
 
Stichting Sinchi is a non-profit organization (ANBI Status and CBF accredited) . In 2023, we also launched Treesistance to showcase the impact of our work in the Amazon. You can read more about all our activities at www.treesistance.com

To submit a promo for premiere, demo to the label or our edit series and enquire about events, bookings
contact: hary@sinchi-collective.com

***We do not accept mix submissions and do not reply to any messages on Soundcloud***

https://www.instagram.com/stickyg_
FOLLOW THE SPOTIFY FOR MORE TUNES !!!
https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m002j3qq  CHECK THE 4TH TUNE 







Follow the mixcloud for mixes —- 
https://www.mixcloud.com/Stickyggg/a-sticky-selection-vol1-liquid/
In the trance FULL ALBUM OUT  SPOTIFY , YOUTUBE , APPLE MUSIC ETC 
custom beats available 
1:45 --- https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p0kth69g
https://hypeddit.com/stickygreen
https://open.spotify.com/artist/6kY4J8f5oBgRHG6WTQs1jh
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cAw46VP51NU
https://stickygreen.bandcamp.com/
https://www.instagram.com/stickyg_

the same abru

To whoever’s listening:

My name is Andre.
Some also know me as “abru.”
And I love making music.

My introduction to music started when I was a kid, thanks to my father, who gave my childhood a soundtrack.
Since then, I’ve been passionate about it in every way — my first love was the drums.

When I was 11, my brother downloaded a cracked version of FL Studio 10 on our computer, and ever since then, there’s been no turning back.

I don’t know what my life would be without music — it’s how I express myself, connect, and make sense of this world.
Every experience creates a feeling, and through sound, I try to share that emotion and build a connection. My songs are a timeline of memories, emotions, and life.

always alive
always near

1999

Contact: abruurba@gmail.com

In passion, there’s heartache, triumph, grit, and a whole lot of hustle. For Hip Hop Recording Artist Ali X , the road to success isn’t just paved with lyrics—it’s drenched in emotion. Each verse is a reflection of his journey, from Brooklyn streets to Long Island stages, showing the world that music is his heartbeat.

Born Alderson Exantus on February 9, 2001, this Haitian-American rapper turned his early poetry into a music career that resonates deeply with fans in the heartbreak and love niche. Raised in Uniondale, NY, Ali X found his voice as a teen, performing at local venues and building a following. By 2019, he dropped his viral hit, “Beast,” which quickly skyrocketed his recognition on social media.

Influenced by artists like Juice WRLD, The Kid LAROI , Drake , Lil Peep, Polo G, and Post Malone , Ali X is carving his own path in independent Hip Hop. His music tells stories of relationships, vulnerability, and the struggles of navigating life’s emotional highs and lows. Fans relate to his authentic lyrics that speak to love, loss, and self-discovery.

From poetry contests to recording booths, Ali X has redefined his craft, aiming to inspire others through music that’s real, raw, and relatable. His tracks are the kind that leave a mark, and his journey is just getting started. Keep an eye on Ali X —he’s more than an artist, he’s a movement.

SNB125 - https://hypeddit.com/bexlo

underground. curated.

➡️ À seulement 22 ans, Kevz s'est imposé comme un DJ et producteur international dans le monde de la House musique. Basé dans le nord de la France, il captive les foules depuis quatre ans avec son style distinctif de Tech House, mêlant rythmes enivrants et mélodies captivantes. De Paris à Lille, en passant par Amiens, il crée une ambiance électrique à chaque performance. 

Plus récemment, il a étendu son empreinte jusqu'en Angleterre, à Londres, où ses sets énergiques lui ont valu une reconnaissance internationale. À la croisée d'une passion indéniable pour la musique et d'un talent inné pour lire la foule, Kevz incarne la nouvelle vague de l'industrie musicale. Son avenir promet encore plus de succès et d'innovation dans le monde de la house music.

Sur son profil SoundCloud, vous découvrirez un mélange de créations originales, de remix envoûtants, ainsi que des DJ sets.

- - - - - 
📩 BOOKING: officialdjkevz@gmail.com

New tracks tagged #alix