Air tastes like iron and rain
Concrete breathes under the strobe
Shadows weld to the kick
Heat climbs the spine, slow

Floor shakes, names fall off our skin
Sparks bloom in the fog
Glass sweat drips from the ceiling
Every beat is a command

Rust sings along the rails
Hands up for balance, not prayer
Time splits, reforms, keeps moving
Voltage threads through bone

Grain, glare, gravity, surge
Sirens fold into one tone
We lean into the engine
Noise crowns the room

Iron heartbeat over red steam
Bodies blur to a single line
We burn in perfect symmetry
We disappear inside the charge

The forge exhales
Ash settles like snow
Only the hum remains
Moving through us, without us

Beat is a command (Peak Techno reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

😈 Hard Techno DJ / Producer 🎧
🧠 Cornell ‘25 | AuDHD 🦠
💖 Raver, 🏙️ Bgirl, 🪩 Pole Dancer ♒️
🌎 NY x LA | 🇨🇳🇰🇷🇨🇴

Beat is a command (Peak Techno reload)

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