Yes, nice, sub focus, dimension vibes, love it.

This mix represents a slice of the action I prepared for the FnF Summer Campout 2024. I made this mix after learning I had been selected to perform this year. What an event it turned out to be. Thank you Bay Area friends for the love and hospitality.

1. Para Noir - It's Personal
2. TERR - Only for Tonight
3. Jebby Jay - Travel
4. Jebby Jay - Butterfly
5. Eclept, GANNIBAL - Dance with the Devil
6. Eclept, GANNIBAL - Everything you Need
7. The Shaker - You Ain't Seen Me
8. Rafael - I Go
9. Max Ches - Hold On
10. Travertia - Vaalu
11. Freaky Chakra, Freddy Be - Want You to Love
12. Musumeci - People are Still Having Sex
13. Rafael, Adam Ten - Toys
14. Cooper Saver - Sun

Justin Thomas - I Go SFO - Indie Dance - House - Tech House

Neon paced the small, dimly lit room, her mind racing as she considered her options. The walls felt like they were closing in, each second ticking away, bringing her closer to the moment when the authorities would come crashing through the door. The Coranthium she had smuggled was stashed securely in a hidden compartment beneath the floorboards, but that wouldn't save her if she stayed. The metal was too valuable, too dangerous—if they found her with it, she wouldn't just be imprisoned. She'd be made an example of.

Her gaze flicked to the small, worn-out communicator on the table. It was her only link to the Vantoth, the shadowy network of smugglers that operated across the galaxy. They were notorious for their ruthlessness, but also for their efficiency. If anyone could get her off Mastika, it was them. But trusting them was a gamble, one that could cost her more than just her freedom.

She had dealt with them before, sure. A few trades, a few whispered conversations in the dark corners of Mastika's underbelly. But this was different. She wasn’t just looking to trade goods or make a quick profit—she needed an escape, a way out of a life that had become too dangerous to live. And once she was out there, beyond the reach of Mastika's authorities, she'd be at the mercy of the Vantoth.

Neon sighed, running a hand through her cropped, silver hair. She was no stranger to danger, but this was a new level. The cosmos was unforgiving, and the Vantoth even more so. If they turned on her, she'd be lost—another ghost floating in the vast emptiness of space.

But what choice did she have? Staying would mean certain capture, and she wasn't ready to give up her freedom just yet. Taking to the stars, though... that was a risk she might be willing to take. If she could get in touch with the right people, maybe—just maybe—she could find a way out of this mess.

With a determined look, she picked up the communicator and activated it. The screen flickered to life, casting an eerie blue glow on her face. She hesitated for a moment, her finger hovering over the contact list, before finally selecting the one name that could change her fate: Thorne, a high-ranking member of the Vantoth who she had dealt with before.

The screen pulsed as the connection was made, a series of encrypted codes flashing before Thorne’s image appeared. His face was half-hidden in shadow, only one of his dark, calculating eyes visible.

“Neon,” Thorne’s voice was smooth, almost too calm. “To what do I owe this... unexpected pleasure?”

“I need a way off Mastika,” Neon said, cutting to the chase. “And I need it fast.”

Thorne was silent for a moment, studying her with that one visible eye. “Off Mastika? That’s not an easy request, even for someone with your reputation. What’s the urgency?”

“The authorities are closing in,” she admitted. “And I’ve got something they want.”

“Coranthium,” Thorne guessed, a hint of a smile curling his lips. “You’ve always had a talent for getting yourself into trouble, Neon.”

“Can you help me or not?” Neon asked, her patience thinning.

Thorne leaned back, considering her request. “Perhaps. But it won’t be cheap. And you’ll need to do exactly as I say. The Vantoth don’t take kindly to loose ends.”

Neon felt a chill run down her spine. This was it—the point of no return. “I’ll do what I have to. Just get me off this planet.”

Thorne nodded slowly. “Alright. Meet me at Dock 47 in two hours. And Neon... don’t be late. The Vantoth aren’t known for their patience.”

The connection ended abruptly, leaving Neon staring at the blank screen. She had two hours to gather what little she could and make her way to the docks. Two hours to say goodbye to the life she knew and prepare for the unknown.

But as she grabbed her gear and headed for the door, a thought nagged at the back of her mind. Could she really trust Thorne? Or was she simply walking into another trap, one that could end with her floating lifelessly through space?

Fractured Identity

Dominut Dominus

Voices Inside - Halloween Special

Tape Memories

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"It's a tough way to live..."

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Constellation Lyra - Tough Way To Live [Sophisticated Recordings]

issrra - Live Techno Set - Así es la vida

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

Tough Times EP

Regrets

Riddim & Reefer

something heavy for the evenings!! going hard!

IT was elegance IT WAS MOVEMENT

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. 
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Blue Eyes EP

Blue Eyes

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A new rough track up on Soundcloud to get feedback for improvement. #SCFirst

A Novel Way To Spend An Hour

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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:
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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.

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◉ 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.

Fractured Identity

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