pattys 2

Uberan mino 😎

Shaggy x Soul Mass Transit System - It Wasnt Me (Extended)

sammy virji dub

Recorded from the original UNKWN01 master

Soul Mass Transit System - It Wasn't Me

I Kissed a Girl - Katy Perry (zacattacq dub)

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The Bomb! (These Sounds Fall into My Mind) - The Bucketheads (zacattacq dub) [FREE DOWNLOAD]

Wrote "Knowledge" during a late-night session after finding an old philosophy textbook in my cereal box. Still not sure how it got there, but apparently Cap'n Crunch has some deep thoughts about epistemology.
(Sort of like that time my neighbor tried teaching his dog about tax deductions. The dog actually filed better returns than him that year, but got audited because he claimed his tennis balls as business expenses.)
Started laying down the beat while reading through the book, when my studio monitors started having this really intense debate about whether they actually exist. The left one was getting pretty heated about Descartes, while the right one just kept mumbling something about living in a simulation.
Had to take a break when my coffee mug began sharing its theory about how consciousness is just spicy water thinking about itself. Which, honestly, kind of slaps as a concept. The mug's been working on a doctoral thesis ever since, but keeps spilling its research everywhere.
(Quick flashback: This reminds me of when my USB mic spent a semester teaching philosophy at a community college. Got fired when they discovered it was actually three mice in a tiny trench coat. Still had better student reviews than the tenured professors though.)

Knowledge

So check it out - I made "You May Rock To This Sound" after getting a noise complaint from a very formal pigeon wearing a tiny suit and monocle. Mans delivered the complaint on embossed stationery and everything.
(Speaking of formal birds, remember that time my cousin tried starting an etiquette school for crows? Worked great until they started correcting everyone's table manners at public parks. Nothing more humbling than a crow judging your pizza-eating technique.)
Started working on the beat right there in my living room, when this pigeon - let's call him Sir Featherington III - actually started nodding his head to it. Next thing you know, he's loosened his tiny tie and is absolutely GETTING IT to these drums.
The track really found its groove when Sir Featherington called in his whole committee of noise complaint specialists. Picture this: six pigeons in business attire, all trying to maintain their professional composure while failing miserably at hiding their head bops.
(Quick aside: This whole scene reminded me of the time my neighbor's goldfish started a mosh pit in his tank. Turns out he was secretly into heavy metal but couldn't tell his owner because, you know, professional fish reputation to maintain.)
By the end of the session, these birds had completely abandoned their noise complaint mission. The bass was so heavy it made Sir Featherington's monocle pop off, but he was too busy hitting the cleanest pigeon moonwalk I've ever seen to care.
Now every time I play this track, I swear I can hear fancy wing claps in the background. And sometimes, if you listen real close, you might catch the sound of a tiny top hat being tipped in approval.
(P.S. - Sir Featherington now runs an underground bird rave in the park. Still wears the suit though. Says it's all about maintaining standards.) 🎵🐦🧐

You may rock to this sound

Picture a cologne so cursed it made my microphone gag - that's where "WTF, You Smell Like Shit" came from. No cap, my studio still hasn't recovered from this cursed recording session.
It all started when my roommate's pet cockroach (don't ask) decided to become a fragrance entrepreneur. Bro ordered samples from some dark web perfume dealer who only accepts payment in expired sandwich coupons and promises of eternal friendship.
The package arrived via a very distressed pigeon wearing a hazmat suit.
(Which reminds me of my cousin's brief career as a hazmat fashion designer. His "Post-Apocalyptic Prom" collection was ahead of its time, but the runway models kept passing out from heat exhaustion. The cockroaches LOVED it though - gave it a standing ovation, all six legs up.)
The moment I opened that package, my audio interface started WEEPING. Like actual tears bro. My monitors tried to escape but the smell had them so disoriented they just kept bumping into each other like drunk uncles at a wedding.

WTF, you smell like shit

So peep this - I made "High on the Views" while I was stuck in my building's elevator with this dude who swore he was a professional mountain climber but was actually just really good at playing Google Earth in VR.
(Quick throwback to when my cousin tried becoming a virtual tour guide but kept getting motion sickness from spinning the street view too fast. Had to retire after accidentally making his whole tour group throw up during a virtual visit to the Grand Canyon.)
At first we're just chillin in this elevator, buddy's showing me his "climbing footage" on his phone, when the elevator starts bugging and gets stuck between floors. Instead of calling maintenance, this man deadass sets up his VR headset and goes "Let me show you what REAL altitude feels like."
Next thing you know, we're having a full studio session right there in the elevator. My phone's propped up on the emergency call button, this dude's doing mountain climber sound effects for the beat, and the elevator's random creaking noises are actually hitting kinda hard.
(Similar energy to that time my neighbor's parakeet convinced everyone he was a skywriting pilot. Had the whole block believing he wrote those airplane messages until someone noticed he was just squawking while pointing at clouds.)

HIgh on the views

Legend has it this uplifting trance anthem was born when a sleep-deprived producer accidentally sat on his cat, who then landed on the studio keyboard while chasing a radioactive moth that had escaped from a nearby energy drink factory. The resulting melody was so bouncy that it caused his entire apartment building to start dancing, including his 89-year-old neighbor who hadn't moved from her rocking chair since 1987.
The result? A face-melting fusion of classic eurotrance and modern bounce that'll have you ascending to the astral plane faster than you can say "where did my eyebrows go?" Features those signature uplifting synths, heart-pounding beats, and a breakdown so powerful it once made an entire rave crowd levitate (security footage mysteriously disappeared).
Perfect for: Raves, festivals, or making your houseplants question their life choices. Warning: May cause spontaneous dance outbreaks and temporary belief that you can communicate with dolphins.

Want me

 "We Can't Stop (Euphoric Trance Mix)" - Miley meets Massive Melodies! 🎵
Ever wondered what happens when you take Miley's party anthem and accidentally run it through a quantum computer that was simultaneously mining bitcoin and ordering pizza? The result is this mind-bending trance remix that transformed "La-da-di-da-di" into synthesizer arpeggios that could pierce the space-time continuum.
Our producer found the perfect trance formula when his energy drink exploded onto his mixing board, creating a short circuit that somehow programmed the most euphoric breakdown known to mankind. The uplifting synths hit so hard that during the first club test, three ravers spontaneously grew glow sticks from their fingertips (medical experts are still baffled).
Turn Miley's rebellious party vibes into a transcendent trance experience that'll have you floating higher than her wrecking ball ever could. Features a buildups so intense they've been classified as an alternative energy source.
Perfect for: Raves, festivals, or convincing your pet goldfish they're at Tomorrowland. Warning: May cause involuntary fist-pumping and temporary belief that you're fluent in unicorn.

WE CANT STOP - MILEY CYRUS (Uberan Mino Trance edit)

Meet the producer who once got into a heated beatboxing battle with a confused FedEx driver who turned out to be three raccoons in a trenchcoat (they won, but only on a technicality). Legend has it that this absolute menace learned music production from a wise old vending machine that exclusively spoke in early 2000s pop lyrics and would only dispense wisdom if you fed it expired fruit snacks. The machine now works as a part-time lifecoach for squirrels with commitment issues. Producing beats from a studio that might actually be a portal to another dimension (still waiting on the inspection results, but the ghost that lives in the microwave swears it's legit). Sometimes the beats make objects float, but only on Tuesdays, and only if Mercury is in retrograde while wearing Crocs.