Ride a bioluminescent wave to the heart of the galaxy—no psychedelics required.
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Sporewave Overdrive
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A single pulse shook the abandoned moon of Serrath-9, rolling across iron dunes like distant thunder. Frost-coated pylons—remnants of a long-dead observatory—flashed with ghostly ultraviolet runes. Vera Flux, quantum cartographer, knelt beside a circular glyph etched into the sand. She pressed her gauntlet to the sigil, and an emerald shockwave raced outward, peeling open a portal that smelled of petrichor and static.

Beside her, K’to the Seeker—a bio-forged being woven from filamentous fungi and liquid chrome—extended a tendril to steady the tear in space-time. Mycelial threads glistened along his arm, each one humming the same subterranean note: a low G that matched Vera’s own heartbeat.

They had come to find the Pulse-Spire, a living tower rumored to recalibrate reality itself. No vessel could reach it by conventional means; only the Sporewave, an interdimensional tide of sentient spores, could ferry travelers across the void. And it was rising—right on cue—beneath the portal’s rim.

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The leap felt like sliding through liquid glass. Light fractured, reassembled, and then exploded into a river of bioluminescent particles: the Sporewave. Each spore was a microscopic eye reflecting whole galaxies. Vera and K’to surfed its crest on boards formed from crystallized intent, gravity forgotten.

Currents of color rippled beneath them—violet cyclones, crimson geysers—each one broadcasting whispered memories of extinct civilizations. The wave’s roar twisted into ancient songs, promising revelation or ruin with every bend. Vera leaned forward, hair dissolving into photon mist, steering toward faint flashes ahead: the Spire’s heartbeat, thundering like a subterranean drum.

But the Sporewave was capricious. A maelstrom of prismatic shards spun into view, morphing into a colossal helix. It yanked them sideways, dumping them into a Silence Rift—a pocket where sound, time, and thought collapsed into a single unmoving point. Their momentum vanished; so did color. Only a monochrome horizon remained.
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Sporewave Overdrive

What happens when techno meets DMT? 4 minutes in and you’re already elsewhere.
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DMT Corridor Drift
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The sky above the wasteland looked bruised—deep indigo scraped with crimson scars—yet the ground beneath my boots felt uncomfortably alive, as if thousands of tiny roots were tasting each footfall. I’d followed a faint, rhythmic tremor here, a heartbeat pulsing up through the ash. When the tremor peaked, a shard of crystal burst from the soil, spinning on its axis like a razor-bright compass needle. It caught the bruised light, refracted it into emerald rivers, then unfolded into a doorway of liquid prism-glass, humming with the promise of elsewhere.

I didn’t hesitate. Wherever “elsewhere” was, it called to the restless riptide in my veins. I stepped through—
and gravity inverted.

Upward into the Quartz Well
I fell skyward inside a spiraling well of translucent citrine. Walls of fossilized light stretched forever; each layer trapped ancient moments—laughter, sorrows, revolutions—now flickering past like thumbnail memories. Luminescent spores swirled beside me, the children of gargantuan subterranean mushrooms I’d only seen in outlaw holos. They flirted with my skin, diffusing micro-doses of raw data straight into my nervous system. In flashes I tasted the metallic dusk of extinct planets, heard choir-songs made of starlight, and felt the grainy warmth of gravity settling into new equations.

The well tightened, momentum surged, and for a breathless instant I became a singularity of thought. Then the citrine walls burst into motes and I landed gently, as though the universe cushioned me in slow motion.

The Corridor Where Mirrors Lie
I stood in a hallway paved with mirrors that reflected futures instead of faces. A thin veil of violet vapor—rich with DMT-scented electricity—rolled across my ankles, painting shifting glyphs that rearranged every time I blinked. One mirror showed me feathered in fractal plumage, eyes swirling like twin nebulae. Another revealed me piloting a city carved into Saturn’s rings.

Instinct said choose, so I lifted a hand—half curiosity, half rebellion—and pressed my palm to the nebula-eyed version of myself. The mirror surface rippled, swallowing my reflection and my doubts in one gulp.

Sudden vertigo. The corridor unzipped itself, twisting into a Möbius strip that flung me forward without direction, as though space had forgotten which way tomorrow was supposed to go. Time stretched, knotted, and re-coiled. When it snapped back, I found myself kneeling on luminous sand that whispered in three voices all at once.


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DMT Corridor Drift

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Need change - going into the depths.

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.

------ Past-Tense Shenanigans ------

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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