Beach Rave - Live recording fragment of a serie of Cosmic Operations I started to record on instagram. instagram.com/inrgd

Just added some synths & beats since then. Not mixed/Mistakes included.

Will collect some of them to bandcamp later x

Cosmic Operations (Demo)

Ohhh I've missed these! My psychedelic heart calls for em. They still tell a story, it helps being pretty high for it.
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Portal Pulse Ceremony
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Liora didn’t remember falling asleep beneath the abandoned viaduct; she only remembered the faint lavender shimmer that pressed against her eyelids like someone nudging a door from the other side. She awoke atop a pale slab of concrete that suddenly felt warm and breathing, as if a pulse beat beneath its surface.
A hairline fissure ran along the concrete’s edge, glowing soft and orange, and the glow spread outward in branching webs. The air thickened with the scent of crushed juniper. A hush—too deliberate to be silence—gathered around her.

Without quite knowing why, Liora placed her palm on the fissure. The warmth became a current, humming through her veins. The crack widened and swallowed her hand, her arm, and then her entire body. She slipped through the concrete as if it were vapor, emerging in another place entirely.

I. A Sky of Roots
She stood on an upside-down plain—above her stretched a tangle of colossal roots instead of clouds, dangling tendrils tipped with luminous spores that drifted upward and vanished. Beyond them, hidden by phosphorescence, pulsed a sun the color of serotonin in chemical diagrams, crescent-shaped and curiously hollow, as though a bite had been taken from its light.

The ground was a glossy obsidian mirror. Every step sent ripples of violet into the distance, echoing along an endless surface. She caught her reflection: eyes dilated wider than normal, skin faintly silver, as though the voyage had scrubbed away something ordinary.

II. Crystal Moth Crossing
The obsidian sea fractured into prisms at her feet, and from the fracture soared creatures—moths made of quartz, wings refracting the hollow sun. Their antennae curved like tuning forks, plucking silent harmonics from space itself. Without speaking, they invited her to climb onto one of their backs. She obeyed. Claws clicked delicately around her shoulders like corset stays.

The moth rose. Flight was a vibration more than a motion, a steady ascending tremor. Below, the obsidian rippled into a mosaic of jagged colors, each shard reflecting some forgotten memory: her childhood bicycle gliding over summer asphalt; a friend’s half-finished laugh; a heartbreak sealed in a jar of midnight. The shards tumbled away, replaced by unknown frames—faces she’d never seen, landscapes too improbable to have been real.

She realized the moth was culling old serotonin echoes and feeding them into its wings, transmuting emotion into propulsion.

Portal Pulse Ceremony

Plug in, full screen, and let this cosmic rave hijack your senses.
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Serotonin Eclipse Drive
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Liora didn’t remember falling asleep beneath the abandoned viaduct; she only remembered the faint lavender shimmer that pressed against her eyelids like someone nudging a door from the other side. She awoke atop a pale slab of concrete that suddenly felt warm and breathing, as if a pulse beat beneath its surface.
A hairline fissure ran along the concrete’s edge, glowing soft and orange, and the glow spread outward in branching webs. The air thickened with the scent of crushed juniper. A hush—too deliberate to be silence—gathered around her.

Without quite knowing why, Liora placed her palm on the fissure. The warmth became a current, humming through her veins. The crack widened and swallowed her hand, her arm, and then her entire body. She slipped through the concrete as if it were vapor, emerging in another place entirely.

I. A Sky of Roots
She stood on an upside-down plain—above her stretched a tangle of colossal roots instead of clouds, dangling tendrils tipped with luminous spores that drifted upward and vanished. Beyond them, hidden by phosphorescence, pulsed a sun the color of serotonin in chemical diagrams, crescent-shaped and curiously hollow, as though a bite had been taken from its light.

The ground was a glossy obsidian mirror. Every step sent ripples of violet into the distance, echoing along an endless surface. She caught her reflection: eyes dilated wider than normal, skin faintly silver, as though the voyage had scrubbed away something ordinary.

II. Crystal Moth Crossing
The obsidian sea fractured into prisms at her feet, and from the fracture soared creatures—moths made of quartz, wings refracting the hollow sun. Their antennae curved like tuning forks, plucking silent harmonics from space itself. Without speaking, they invited her to climb onto one of their backs. She obeyed. Claws clicked delicately around her shoulders like corset stays.

The moth rose. Flight was a vibration more than a motion, a steady ascending tremor. Below, the obsidian rippled into a mosaic of jagged colors, each shard reflecting some forgotten memory: her childhood bicycle gliding over summer asphalt; a friend’s half-finished laugh; a heartbreak sealed in a jar of midnight. The shards tumbled away, replaced by unknown frames—faces she’d never seen, landscapes too improbable to have been real.

She realized the moth was culling old serotonin echoes and feeding them into its wings, transmuting emotion into propulsion.

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Serotonin Eclipse Drive

Can your eyes handle this fractal warp drive of techno? 🌌
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Heliotrope Axiom Jump
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The glass planet Aurelia-6 hung beneath the frigate Heliotrope Axiom like a shimmering teardrop—every jungle, ocean, and city frozen in prismatic reflection. Inside the cockpit, Captain Nara Quell adjusted her breath mask. A single sliver of violet fungus dissolved on her tongue, sending warm pulses down her spine. Across the curved windshield cloud-veins glowed neon lavender, signaling that the mycelial core was waking.

Page 1 – Flicker of the Spore-Drive
Silence poured through the bridge, thick as velvet. From the engine bay came the first flutter: bioluminescent filaments undulating in zero-g, quickening to the rhythm of Nara’s heartbeat. Heads-up glyphs danced across the console—ancient runes translated into vectors and velocity. One glyph—flashing cinnamon-orange—requested neural consent. She closed her eyes, answered yes with a single steady exhale, and the ship listened.

Vision fractured. Every edge of the room smeared into kaleidoscopic trails. Gravity tilted. The Axiom slipped into its own reflection, folding space like origami until fore and aft hashed into a single horizon-line. In that shimmering seam, the Drive whispered coordinates older than constellations.

Page 2 – Descent Through Vortex Lace
A thunderless shockwave hurled the vessel forward. Outside, reality writhed: electric lilac tunnels spun in corkscrews, lined with lattices of living crystal. Nara gripped her chair yet felt weightless—as if her body were a translucent echo trailing several milliseconds behind her mind. The flight computer’s alarms were silenced, overridden by a steady fungal chant vibrating in sub-audible tones.

Shapes emerged in the translucent walls—ghost-cities blooming and collapsing, mushroom domes dripping with dew that sparkled like microscopic nebulae. Nara sensed each ruin and birth as a resonant chord of emotions: grief, elation, curiosity. She tasted them in synesthetic gusts—peppermint sadness, cedarwood joy, coppery dread—yet fear never took root. The Drive’s telepathic presence curled around her thoughts with gentle, spore-soft assurance: You are guided.

At the vortex’s heart a fissure yawed open—an abyss of violet so deep it looked like the bruise where infinity had been punched. The Axiom plunged.

Page 3 – The Luminal Hollow
Light slowed until it felt syrup-thick. The Hollow was a pale-amber cathedral the size of a galaxy, where photons meandered in lazy spirals and gravity took a contemplative nap. Spore-dust drizzled like luminous snow, settling on the hull in fractal arabesques. Sensors charted no up, no down, only a serene everywhere.

Nara released her next breath; it blossomed into flowering mandalas that hovered and gradually unfolded into star-maps. In those maps she saw roads untaken—lives she could have led, worlds she might yet meet. Each petal flickered, hinting at possibility. For a hushed eternity she drifted in choice and wonder, her consciousness dilated to fit the moment’s vastness.


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Heliotrope Axiom Jump

F Bots  DJ Pone (Future Remix)

Champagne Pasadena - DJ Pone (Future Remix)

Music has been my lifelong compass — a place where the visions I hear in my heart and mind transform into sounds we can all share. Every beat, melody, and drop I create is meant to move you, to pull you into a space where the world fades and the rhythm takes over.

For me, it’s about connection — turning personal inspiration into a collective experience so we can all dance like today is the only day that matters. Tomorrow isn’t promised, but today is ours, and I’m here to make sure it’s filled with energy, soul, and sound you can feel.

Let’s dance away the moment, together.

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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, Trip Hop, Lofi, Chillhop so occasionally I'll release something off-beat.

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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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