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STAY AWAY

Crime Solvers feat. AG Narley

Formula B

dZb Records "600"

Artist: undr.sn.

Single: Shining Stars.

dZb 600 - undr.sn - Shining Stars (Original Mix).

Naryech

Narypul

Sorrow and Rage, My latest release. I know that it has been a while now since i last dropped anything. I have been working on improving my production for a better listener experience. I feel that all of the people that have supported me on this journey deserve my best efforts, and quality productions. I hope that you enjoy listening and thank you for all your continued support!

Big shout out to #Roach https://on.soundcloud.com/MEqYF for all your support and production lessons. You really stuck with me and have helped me to skill up my work. Thank you!

Sorrow and Fear

Sorrow And Rage

01 - Das - Distortion Line (Original Mix).
02 - Bart Skils - Roll the Dice (Original Mix).
03 - Anna Reusch - Up (Original Mix).
04 - Axel Karakasis - Audio Route (Original Mix).
05 - Fetech Mode - Blindfold (Original Mix).
06 - DJ Lion - Hullabaloo (Original Mix).
07 - Hola Estrella, Mattia Bison - Amen (Hola Estrella Ritual Mix).
08 - Mart.in - Here I Am (Original Mix).
09 - NoNameLeft - New World Order (Original Mix).
10 - ENERTY - Permission (Original Mix).
11 - Gabriel Wnz - Sensual (BL.CK Remix).
12 - Drumsauw - Pain (Original Mix).

Blackground - Black Sessions 021 Live at Club Frauholle Hamburg Techno Mix Part 1 19-01-24

Second chances

$waag-  finding me

Lyrics by Djack $tieben
Beat by Cushy; Licensed thru Epidemic Sound
Mixed by LED Robster Studios

Lyrics:

    Betrayed by who I thought was my crew 
Resentment inside me yeah it just grew  
Your swinging blade, my heart it cut through 
I guess the end was just overdue 
       You’d never believe what I went through
The things I did to replace you 
Still can’t believe I am starting new 
still stuck on what’s in my rear view
You 
I guess I’m just missing 
I guess I am just missing you
All of these songs are 
Yeah all of my songs are for you 
Can’t bare to admit to myself that I am still in love with you 
I guess I’m just missing 
I guess I am 

       I’m not addicted it’s a lifestyle 
And I’m transfixed to that faint smile 
and your mannerisms so docile 
Say damn you being so hostile 
Deep down I know you still want me 
Wouldn’t be the same but hopefully 
Couldn’t take you back all Solely
Cause the way you drained me emotionally 
Still pains me just to admit it
Cause I’d rather just forget it 
But it’s all I keep on thinkin
How low will I keep on sinking 

        You’d never believe what I went through
The things I did to replace you 
Still can’t believe I am starting new 
still stuck on what’s in my rear view
You 
I guess I’m just missing 
I guess I am just missing you
All of these songs are 
Yeah all of my songs are for you 
Can’t bare to admit to myself that I am still in love with you 
I guess I’m just missing 
I guess I am just missing you

Sinking

Virtual Vices and Virtues

Quick live Jam with the ISLA Instruments S2400 loaded with a TR-606 kit, TR707 Clap, Rimshot and TR727 maracas; side by side with the Akai MPC2000xl with an organ sample, and a couple of vocal clips

Don't Go - Live

Ace the Bass: Resilience in the Groove

Part I: The Broken Chords

In the heart of the city, where streetlights flickered and rain painted the sidewalks, lived a man named Eddie “Bassline” Turner. His life was a rhythm—a syncopated beat of struggle and survival. Eddie had a family—a wife, two kids, and dreams that danced just out of reach.

The bills piled up like broken chords—electricity, rent, groceries. Eddie’s bass guitar sat in the corner, its strings dusty. He’d once played in smoky clubs, his fingers coaxing magic from the frets. But now, the only strings he pulled were those of hope.

Part II: The Midnight Sessions

When the world slept, Eddie sat on the edge of his bed, headphones clamped to his ears. The city outside was a symphony of sirens and distant laughter. But in his mind, he heard a different melody—a drum n bass groove that defied despair.

His fingers tapped imaginary keys, and the bassline hummed. Eddie was no ordinary man; he was a midnight composer. His music was his refuge—a sanctuary where bills vanished, and hunger became rhythm.

His wife, Maria, watched from the doorway. Her eyes held worry, but also pride. She’d seen Eddie’s strength—the way he’d sold his prized vinyl collection to buy diapers for their youngest. She knew—he was the bassline that held their family together.

Part III: The Breakdown

One stormy night, as the rain drummed against the window, Eddie’s phone buzzed. It was a message—a gig offer. A chance to play at a rundown club—the kind where dreams went to die. The pay was meager, but Eddie’s pride swelled. He’d Ace The Bass once more.

The club smelled of damp wood and desperation. The crowd was sparse—tired faces nursing cheap drinks. Eddie stepped onto the stage, his bass guitar slung low. His fingers trembled, but he played—the notes weaving stories of struggle, love, and defiance.

Maria sat in the front row, her eyes locked on Eddie. She’d pawned her wedding ring to buy him new strings. Their kids—Liam and Sophie—clung to her, their faces wide with wonder. They’d never seen their father perform.

And then it happened—the groove ignited. Eddie’s fingers danced, and the bassline roared. The crowd stirred, their hearts thawing. Eddie sang—his voice gravelly but true. His lyrics were hope—a promise that storms would pass, and dawn would break.

As the last chord echoed, Maria stood, tears in her eyes. The crowd clapped, their applause like rain on a rooftop. Eddie bowed, his chest swelling. He’d Aced The Bass—not just for himself, but for his family.

Outside, the rain had stopped. Eddie stepped into the night, Maria by his side. The city glistened, its streets washed clean. Eddie whispered, “We’ll make it, Maria. Our groove won’t break.”

And she believed him, because Eddie Turner was more than a man—he was resilience set to music.

Note: The image above is an artistic representation of the single cover for “Ace the Bass.” The real magic lies in the music.

Ace The Bass

bolt cutter

In this reality mechanical insects chew away the minutes you thought you still had left...

The Minute Swarm

typical white brutality
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i like my music to sound like it's being played loudly on a cassette in a boom box in 1983.
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TIGER MUSIK, Se puede decir que es el alter ego de Paco Moro, Productor  y Dj nacido en Granada, Andalucía, pero residente en Córdoba. Tiger Musik, Autodidacta en influencia, hace un estilo de música innovador y futurista donde encuentra su propio sonido y estilo. Booking-franciscofernandezmoro@gmail.com

Formula B

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