Underground future club energy.
Broadcasted from the PDX node.
Signal locked. Club constructed. Ritual held.
This is Node‑4.

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🎛️ Performed + encoded by: Kik Science
📍 45.5231°N / 122.6765°W
🎚️ Recorded live during the SummerSet signal arc.
🌀 Soundtrack to a new frequency.

NODE-4 @ PDX

I am an artist musician living in Vancouver British Columbia Canada.

Mysterious,inventive,revolutionary original and experimental musician.
Inspired by the amazing and great Billie Eilish.

🩶 Producer/DJ 


trutonebusiness@yahoo.com

Broadcasting from the fringe.
Unstable systems.
Sub-synced transmissions.

DaN ReYNoLDS is a genre-blending, electronic music producer, with a unique and distinctive sound. 

Combining raw, acoustic energy, with electronic melodies… in styles ranging from Synthwave, to Breakbeat.. Pop, to straight up Drum ‘n Bass!

With a distinctive, sometimes cinematic, flavour to each track… you’ll find a unique hook… that’ll reel you in… and take you on a trip 

Buy the Ticket. Take the Ride. ✌️

A new era of music propagation is upon us!

Join: https://musicchaini3.com

Help me spread the sound of my soul.
🎧 Follow, like, comment, repost - let's shake the algorithm awake.
🔥 Check out my playlists - they burn.
🎁 Song downloads on Patreon & MusicChainI3!
🎵 Click Support DHAWQ to join the journey 🎵

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.
Unconventional rhythms.
Heavy bass.
Dag Mout is sound that breaks the mould - because life does too.

It's more than a genre.
It's an evolving soundscape where light meets dark, and chaos finds harmony.

Controlled chaos.
Emotion as warfare.
Transformation through distortion.
Together we burn.

D.H.A.W.Q. (Pronounced “Dock”)

Depth. Harmony. Authenticity. Wonder. Quest.
Every letter tells a story:

• Depth - Music that pulls you in.
• Harmony - A balance between chaos and calm.
• Authenticity - No masks. No filters. Just truth.
• Wonder - Creativity fueled by awe and curiosity.
• Quest - A journey to leave something that matters behind.

    DHAWQ isn’t just a name.
    It’s a mission.
    A story.
    A legacy in the making.

📩 For booking inquiries contact:
dhawq.music@gmail.com

“Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.”

🖤✋️✋️✋️✋️

Dj profesional de techhouse formado en djschool Chile productor de eventos fundador de vibratech .escucha mis set en soundcloud
instagram @spider977

https://www.instagram.com/djota.cl?igsh=aDMyOGxkNGt4aXV6

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.