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

A new era of music propagation is upon us!

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Help me spread the sound of my soul.
🎧 Follow, like, comment, repost - let's shake the algorithm awake.
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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.
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.”

"No More" Out Now! (link below)

-Follow Me-

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

“The bold, dirty, and iconic sounds he delivers align with his ultimate goal: to lead people to true happiness through his music and performances.” -WeRaveYou

“He’s a reminder of why we all fell for house music in the first place.” -CULTR

“I AM offers an exploration of emotions and a promise of undiscovered horizons.”
-IHOUSEU

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“.

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.