0:00 - Con Sequence (Original Mix) by Mango, Haen
3:35 - One Day at a Time (Extended Mix) by Trilucid
6:37 - Carnal Emotion (Extended Mix) by Estiva, Jess Ball
8:42 - Carnal Emotion (Fehrplay Extended Remix) by Estiva, Jess Ball
11:04 - Kaleidoscope (Extended Mix) by Augusto Dassano, Joaco Salerno
13:12 - Exit (PCP (BE) Mix) by Lou8, PCP (BE)
16:03 - Symphonie (Extended Mix) by Ten Years From Now
17:32 - Bluemoon (Extended Mix) by Jaron Inc.
21:39 - Prisoner (Extended Mix) by DANCCER
26:10 - Unquiet (Original Mix) by Tarms Baum
28:40 - No One (Original Mix) by Neuralis
31:19 - Sensible (Original Mix) by Stan Kolev
34:54 - Inspire (Extended Mix) by Jaron Inc.
39:46 - Wishing (Extended Mix) by Sinful Biz
42:18 - Interchange (Original Mix) by Minicied
46:25 - A Morning’s Promise (Original Mix) by We’re Brothers
52:32 - Fragments (Original Mix) by Dulcet

Spring Set - 2024

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Every beat, every note.
A step through struggle.
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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:
Crooked notes.
Distorted melodies.
Unconventional rhythms.
Heavy bass.
Dag Mout is sound that breaks the mold - 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.
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Artist from America. He has played in many states across the country to include clubs, festivals and online gigs, well known for his upbeat style and in-depth sounds. His songs have hit millions on TikTok and Instagram

“The uncharted territories of our deepest emotions.” -DancingAstronaut

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DANCCER 
Labels: VANDIT Records, Blufin Rec., Superstition Rec.
Formerly known as JOKER JAM
Producer from Cologne - Germany
Uwe Hölters 

https://linktr.ee/Danccer

DANCCER had his first worldwide release „Innocence“ with his project JOKER JAM on Superstition Rec in 2001. „Innocence“ also got remixed by Paul van Dyk in 2002, was featured on compilations by Armin van Buuren, The Trance Lounge, Future Trance and „The Politics of Dancing“ by Paul Van Dyk. His next releases „Traffic“ & „Undrugged" included remixes by Planisphere and Van Bellen.
In 2022 he started his new project DANCCER with his typical melancholic touch. It feels like becoming full circle, that he now became part of Paul van Dyk’s Label VANDIT Alternative with his tracks „All I Need“ and „Prisoner“.

Production/Disc Jockey 🎹 Dance Music
https://linktr.ee/kikscience
https://soundcloud.com/sub-sync-records
Galactic Bamboo/Sub Sync Syndicate/Amber Day
Affiliate Labels - G-Mafia/Mustache Crew Records 
São Paulo Brazil @gmafiarecords

Kik Science is a bass-driven music project blending elements of progressive electronic experimentation. Known for its deep, immersive soundscapes and heavy beats, Kik Science takes listeners on an auditory journey through atmospheric textures and cutting-edge rhythms. Each track & dj set showcases a balance of intensity and precision, capturing the essence of the underground electronic scene.

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Thorne’s voice was steady—too steady.
“The Coranthium is volatile, yes—but only when mishandled. What I carry isn’t just ore, it’s coded. Locked. A failsafe keyed to my biometrics. Kill me, and it destabilizes. Try to force it open, and… well, you’ll see how quickly your ranks scatter.”

A low murmur passed through the Vantoth squad stationed in the dimly lit airlock. The boarding party had spread just inside the corridor of Thorne’s own ship, armor-clad and motionless. The leader stood at the center, unmoved but alert. Neon saw it—the shift in tension, the split-second hesitation behind the visor.

“You expect me to believe that?” the leader asked, voice tight with scrutiny.

Thorne shrugged. “Believe what you want. But you’ve tracked us this far. You know what I’m capable of. You didn’t come aboard to call my bluff—you came to make sure I don’t activate the cascade.”

He was lying. Neon knew it. There was no cascade. But he sold it flat, clinical, like the countdown had already begun. Her heart pounded. If this fell apart, there was no backup.

The leader raised a hand, halting his squad. “Let’s say I do believe you. What do you want?”

“Safe passage,” Thorne said. “A corridor out. No pursuit. In exchange, you get the coordinates of a second Coranthium source—twice as pure, half as unstable.”

A long silence. Then a scoff. “You lie well, Thorne.”

“I lie exactly as well as I need to.”

The leader’s gaze shifted again to Neon. “And her?”

Before Thorne could reply, Neon stepped forward. “I’m the failsafe,” she said coldly. “You take him, I trigger it. Separate us, it activates. You want Coranthium? You play by our terms.”

The corridor tensed. For one breathless moment, time held still.

Then it came—the signal. A soft chime, almost indistinct, like a glass bell struck far away.

Thorne’s signal.

Neon didn’t hesitate. Her fingers found the decoy vial hidden in her sleeve. She snapped the cap and threw it hard against the floor between the nearest Vantoth soldiers. A burst of smoke erupted—thick, acrid, blinding.

“Run!” Thorne shouted, grabbing her wrist.

They bolted down the narrow corridor of their ship, smoke trailing like ghosts behind them. The Vantoth shouted in confusion. One pulse round seared overhead, but they didn’t slow down.

Thorne swerved toward the helm. Neon slammed the inner bulkhead panel as they passed, re-engaging emergency lockdown. The door sealed behind them with a hiss.

In the cockpit, the stars were already shifting.

“Are we clear of the tractor beam?” Neon gasped.

“Almost,” Thorne muttered, fingers dancing across controls. “Hold on—”

The ship lurched. A final tug, then freedom. The stars stretched, blurred, and then they were gone—into driftspace.

Neon leaned against the wall, chest heaving. “You said I’d know the signal.”

Thorne grinned without looking. “You did.”

“And if I’d missed it?”

“I had a backup plan.”

“Oh yeah? What was that?”

He didn’t answer.

Neon turned away, heart still racing. They were off the Vantoth grip—for now. But Mystica wasn’t finished with them yet. And neither was he.

She was starting to believe him.

And that was what scared her most.