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Nearly

Stream full song on YouTube 
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Deep Mystery

A remix of the excellent track by Bardo. Show him some love.
https://soundcloud.com/xbardomusicx
Original Track: https://soundcloud.com/xbardomusicx/the-introduction?si=436dd29e5bc44adcb2493194736720c0&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

The Introduction - BARDO (Canastria Remix)

Track three on Ben Mercedez's album Hollywood Idol, "Casino"

"Hollywood Idol" the album, out MARCH 7TH

Ben Mercedez's new project "Hollywood Idol" is a three part album that documents the rise and fall of an aspiring star trying to navigate their way through Hollywood. Through the perspective of alter ego Marilyn Mercedez, the album questions how far you will go to achieve what you truly desire.

Produced by: Ben Mercedez
Written by: Ben Mercedez
Performed by: Ben Mercedez

Lyrics:

The picket fence isn't for us
We are beyond astronomical
Can't you see, can't you see
Wedding bells we may never hear
But the touch will always be the cure
To our sick disease, our sick disease

Don't even ramble, why don't you gamble?

Take the risk
Put your heart on the line
You know you want it bad, and you know it's TABOO
Don't wait, its fait, can't wait
Let's go to the, CASINO 
Jump the leap
Midnights im yours to keep
Were on the quest for love and you know it's here babe
Don't wait, its fait, can't wait
Let's go to the, CASINO

Everybody's looking for something
On the quest 'till they stop breathing
Don't you agree, don't you agree
You don't want to live another life
I have no room to compromise
We will never meet, we will never meet

Take the risk
Put your heart on the line
You know you want it bad, and you know it's TABOO
Don't wait, its fait, can't wait
Let's go to the, CASINO 
Jump the leap
Midnights im yours to keep
Were on the quest for love and you know it's here babe
Don't wait, its fait, can't wait
Let's go to the, CASINO

Keep up
Our breathings getting louder
Hold on, stay up were just getting started
Don't wait, its fait, can't wait
Let's go to the, CASINO
Right now
Our hearts are racing faster
Hold on, stay up beautiful disaster
Don't wait, its fait, can't wait
Let's go to the, CASINO

Take the risk
Put your heart on the line
You know you want it bad, and you know it's TABOO
Don't wait, its fait, can't wait
Let's go to the, CASINO 
Jump the leap
Midnights im yours to keep
Were on the quest for love and you know it's here babe
Don't wait, its fait, can't wait
Let's go to the, CASINO

Take the risk
Put your heart on the line
You know you want it bad, and you know it's TABOO
Don't wait, its fait, can't wait
Let's go to the, CASINO 
Jump the leap
Midnights im yours to keep
Were on the quest for love and you know it's here babe
Don't wait, its fait, can't wait
Let's go to the, CASINO

Mercedez, CASINO
Call me crazy, Oh you know

Released: Sep 6 2024

Casino

Neon’s heart raced as she navigated the labyrinthine alleys of Mastika’s undercity, her mind a whirlwind of fears and calculations. The neon lights above flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced along the grimy walls. Each step was a reminder of her fleeting time; every echo of distant voices heightened her anxiety.

Arriving at Dock 47, she found it eerily quiet. The usual hum of activity was missing, replaced by an unsettling silence. She scanned the area, her sharp eyes catching every detail. The docking bay was a cavernous space, its concrete floor littered with the remnants of hastily abandoned cargo. Dim lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows that seemed to shift with a life of their own.

Thorne was nowhere to be seen. Neon checked her communicator, hoping for a signal or some sign of his arrival. Nothing. The minutes ticked by, each one adding to her mounting tension. She knew better than to let her guard down, but the silence was deafening.

Just as she began to consider the possibility of a trap, a low hum filled the air. A sleek, dark ship emerged from the shadows, its hull reflecting the dim light. Neon’s breath caught in her throat. This was the Vantoth’s transport, no doubt about it. The ship’s design was unmistakable—elegant yet menacing, built for speed and stealth.

The ramp lowered, and Thorne stepped out, his figure silhouetted against the ship’s interior lights. He looked as composed as ever, though there was a glint of something unreadable in his eyes.

“Neon,” he greeted her, his voice as smooth as silk. “I see you made it on time.”

“Barely,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “What’s the plan?”

Thorne gestured for her to follow him up the ramp. “We need to be quick. The authorities have already intensified their search. We’re on a tight schedule.”

As she boarded the ship, Neon couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. The interior was sleek and minimalist, with advanced technology lining the walls. Thorne led her to a small, secure compartment where the Coranthium was safely stored.

“We’ll be out of Mastika’s orbit in less than an hour,” Thorne said, securing the compartment. “But there’s a catch.”

Neon’s stomach tightened. “What’s the catch?”

“The Vantoth require a favor in return for this escape,” Thorne said, his tone turning serious. “Once we’re clear, you’ll owe us a significant debt. And trust me, the Vantoth’s debts are not easily repaid.”

Neon swallowed hard. “I had a feeling there’d be a price.”

“Consider it a reminder of who’s in control,” Thorne said, his smile devoid of warmth. “But for now, focus on the escape. You’ll have time to contemplate your next move once we’re safely away from Mastika.”

As the ship’s engines roared to life, Neon felt a mixture of relief and anxiety. The stars outside the viewport began to shift as they accelerated into space, leaving the oppressive atmosphere of Mastika behind. But even as the planet receded, she knew her troubles were far from over.

With the Coranthium in her possession and a debt to the Vantoth looming over her, Neon’s future was uncertain. The galaxy was vast and unforgiving, and her escape was just the beginning of a new chapter fraught with peril.

As the ship soared into the unknown, Neon braced herself for the challenges ahead. The echoes of her past would follow her, but for now, she was free from Mastika’s grasp—at least until the Vantoth came calling.

Chasing Echoes

Thanks to GadManDubs for vocals and lyrics

Low Da Meat - GadManDubs (OSW Gadabout The Great Floorfiller Mix)

It is almost over, but why does it feel like it is only going to repeat itself. Everything always repeats itself under the Sun. But now that the sun has dissapeared, what happens next to this world?

This World Again

Sunset Ocean

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Temporal Waste

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Emerald Feline - Fragile Flames

Exit Bound

10CC - Dreadlock Holiday (COI Remix)

Snappy , plenty of pace , and loads of bass 🔊 

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pleasure zone

First track off my first EP of the new decade. Starts off as a dream sequence jazz inspired interlude, followed by an epiphany of reality. Let this gaze of the blue eyes hypnotize your particles into creating a new form of life inside your brain. 
Once i reach full capacity of downloads on Soundcloud, you will be able to still download "Blue Eyes EP" for 5$ purchase/donation on my personal artist bandcamp site link below:
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Blue Eyes EP

Blue Eyes

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Every beat, every note.
A step through struggle.
A spark of triumph.
A taste of something real.

In Sufism, “dhawq” - meaning tasting - is the personal experience of the divine, felt deeply through prayer, meditation, and music.

I’m pioneering Dag Mout, a genre born from chaos and emotion:
Crooked notes.
Distorted melodies.
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Dag Mout is sound that breaks the mold - because life does too.

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“Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.”

Bass-driven electronic project blending techno, progressive, and future acid. Known for immersive soundscapes and heavy low-end, Kik Science delivers transmissions built for the floor and the circuit.

Each release and set channels atmosphere ∴ intensity ∴ precision — shaping the underground frequency.

Label: Sub Sync Records (@subsyncrecords)
Affiliates: G-Mafia Records (São Paulo) ⌖ Mustache Crew (Brazil) ⌖ Galactic Bamboo
SSR HQ: @subsyncrecords
Axis: YYC ⇌ BER

◉ Our story continues…

The stars had dissolved into pale threads of light, bending endlessly around them. Driftspace was never silent; it hummed—low, unstable, alive. Neon pressed her hand against the bulkhead, feeling the vibration pass through her skin like a second pulse.

“We bought time,” Thorne said, hands moving across the helm. “But the Vantoth won’t stay scattered for long. They’ll recalibrate, triangulate our echo. Mystica’s reach doesn’t end at the corridor.”

Neon studied him. His voice was too calm, the same way it had been when he bluffed the cascade. She hated how convincing he sounded—even to her.

“What aren’t you telling me?” she asked.

Thorne hesitated. His eyes flicked to the navigation screen, where a single glyph burned faintly in the corner: ∴.

“That’s not a drift marker,” Neon whispered. “It’s a seal.”

Thorne nodded once. “Old code. Buried before the wars. Coranthium doesn’t just power ships, Neon—it opens gates. If Mystica wanted it, it’s because they’ve found the lattice.”

Her stomach dropped. The lattice. A myth, or so she thought—an interlocked network of corridors between sectors, some stable, some collapsing. Legends said the ancients locked it to prevent entire systems from folding into each other.

“And you… you have the key?” she pressed.

Thorne’s hands stilled. The hum of driftspace grew louder, or maybe it was just the pounding of her heart.

“Not the key,” he said finally. “A shard.”

Before she could respond, the console flickered. The ∴ seal pulsed once—twice—then spread across the screen like veins of light. Driftspace around them warped, folding inward.

“They found us,” Neon breathed.

“No,” Thorne said, jaw tightening. “Someone else did.”

The ship shuddered violently. Outside, driftspace cracked like glass, revealing a sphere of impossible color—a station, suspended where no station should exist, thrumming with signals older than their war, older than Mystica.

The shard in Thorne’s hand glowed to life, resonating with the fractured seal.

“Welcome to the lattice,” he muttered.

Chasing Echoes

Kik Science

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