⚡ Crashing Out is the latest release from House Of Style Music Productions, delivering pure Russian Hardbass in its rawest, most uncompromising form. This is not just EDM — it’s a weapon for the underground.

At the center of the track are sharp Slavic female vocals — aggressive, commanding, and impossible to ignore. Whispered in the intro, chanted in the builds, shouted in the drops, and growled in the peaks, her voice cuts like steel through the pounding bass. Between the fire, a deep male growl erupts at peak moments with the only words that matter — “RUSSIAN HARDBASS!”

Нет выхода. Только вперёд. (No exit. Only forward)

The sound itself is relentless:
Kicks: distorted, pounding, and driving at full force.
Basslines: heavy, rolling, and sidechained to crush every beat.
Synths: classic donk tones layered with metallic stabs, cutting through the chaos.

This release comes with three versions:
Original Mix — the pure destructive essence.
Remix — a reimagining that twists the chaos into new form.
Extended Remix — stretched and built for the rave floor, relentless from start to finish.

Crashing Out is more than a track — it’s a manifesto of the underground. For late-night basements, for packed warehouses, for crowds that want to scream with every drop. Sharp vocals, raw bass, Slavic rage: this is proper Russian Hardbass.

Crashing Out (Remix) (Extended)

Crashing Out

This version takes the same story and reframes it as hope and healing. The airy verses feel like quiet reflection, while the euphoric bursts of sound reflect the joy of finally realizing you’re not alone. It’s the sound of someone stepping out of shadows into light, breathing again, believing again.

The meaning here is about recovery and forward motion. While the Bass House version represents the grind, this Future Bass reimagining is the breakthrough — the moment when weight falls away and you lift off the ground. It’s cinematic and emotional, but its purpose is simple: to let listeners feel free, to turn isolation into belonging.

Always There For Me - Future Bass VIP

This track tells a deeply human story: chaos, anxiety, and the search for clarity. The verses describe ADHD, stress, and the storm of losing focus, but then nature breaks through — birds, water, wind — and with it, peace returns. It’s the cycle of losing balance and finding it again.

Its purpose is personal and universal. It reflects the struggle to stay grounded, to calm the noise inside, and to breathe through storms. From Chillstep reflection to Bass House energy, the song’s arc is one of balance: chaos confronted, focus regained, peace rediscovered.

Gaining Focus - Chill Step (Original)

The darkest rendering of Monopoly Gods. This version turns the satire into dystopia, where greed becomes religion and markets are prisons. The industrial textures make it feel like a ritual inside a collapsing machine, with the female vocals haunting and the male whispers cold as law. This track is the descent — the place where the listener confronts how deep the cage goes. Its meaning is simple but brutal: money as god, greed as law, freedom sold for profit. In the album arc, it’s the point where rebellion is forced to look the enemy in the face.

Monopoly Gods - Cyberpunk Industrial Darkwave VIP

This is the album’s pivot into satire and fury. Monopoly Gods is a hard dance sermon against the worship of money and the corporations that treat people as cattle. The male chants mock the faceless powers that tighten chains, while the female vocals slice through like defiance rising inside the machine. Its purpose is clear: to turn anger at control into energy on the floor. The story isn’t just about greed — it’s about awakening, realizing the “gods” we bow to are nothing but illusions. On the album, this is the point where rebellion gains direction, a rejection of systems that profit on silence.

Monopoly Gods - Hard Dance (Original)

The remix is not just a rework, it’s a darker mirror of the same message. Where the original is flamboyant and colorful, this version doubles down on raw aggression, stripping away polish to leave behind the bones of defiance. The message remains: no gods, no fear, no cage. But here the anthem becomes more militant, as if the same night has shifted from party to uprising. The remix shows that freedom is not always bright — sometimes it’s jagged, violent, and carved out of chaos.

Rave Stage Anthem (Remix)

This is the spark that lights the album. Rave Stage Anthem is pure chaos and color, a track about taking control of the night and declaring the dancefloor as sacred ground. The male chants strike like orders — a commander tearing open silence — while the female vocals embody the fearless rave queen, radiant, untouchable, and alive in neon light. The story here is about freedom through performance: stepping into the spotlight, throwing fear aside, and living without restraint. It’s a reminder that on the rave stage, every stomp is rebellion, every chorus a scream that no cage can hold us. This track sets the tone for the album — unapologetic, theatrical, and untamed.

Rave Stage Anthem

Here, the satire is twisted into something mocking and surreal. The phonk 808s slam beneath vinyl crackle while the female hook taunts listeners: “Dance for the money, crawl for the feed.” This version embodies consumerism’s carnival mask — flashy, plastic, fake fun hiding the nightmare underneath. The male chants drag it back into harsh reality, showing how easily joy gets turned into profit. Its purpose in the album is to reveal how rebellion must also laugh at its enemies — to mock, expose, and tear them down with parody until the system looks ridiculous.

Monopoly Gods - Drift Phonk / Bubblepop VIP

Night City Fever is a cyberpunk phonk descent into the underbelly of the city where flesh and chrome collide ⚙️💀. This track paints the brutality of survival in a world where every stim pack scorches your veins, Trauma Team won’t come to save you, and every deal could end in blood.

The verses spit raw paranoia and swagger — corpo dogs breaking circuits, edgerunners stacking bodies, credits piling while corruption runs deep 💵🔪. Choruses slam like contracts signed in neon:
“Bet your life away, hard-crash your cortex chip. Spin the code and flip it, make the system lose its grip.”

It’s an anthem for the sleepless — data couriers, chrome junkies, edgerunners, and drifters speeding through neon-lit streets at 115 BPM 🚨🌃. Heavy distorted 808s and metallic percussion crush through every bar, while low, chant-driven vocals echo like a corrupted system error.

By the outro, the city itself becomes the villain — circuits twitch, flesh and chrome don’t mix, and silence swallows the streets. This isn’t just phonk; it’s a fever dream of survival in a city with no mercy.

NIGHT CITY FEVER

The Slut Tax is not just a track — it’s a filthy, unapologetic Phonk House / Bubblepop anthem 💋💵💅👠 built for the underground rave floor and neon-lit bedrooms. Running at 125 BPM, the sound is heavy and addictive: distorted 808s, pounding phonk kicks, bubblepop synths, metallic percussion, and vinyl crackle textures. The bass dominates every second, while the vocals slice through like a whip 💄🖤.

Female-led from start to finish 👑💃, the delivery is slutty, mocking, and empowered — short, sharp, and relentless, with laughs between lines that turn lust into performance art. Every hook is a command (“Pay me bitch, that’s the slut tax” 💋), every verse a taunt 💅, and every breakdown a chant of pure sexual power 🔥. This track flips shame into pride, and desire into a commodity — celebrating sex work, control, and the raw currency of lust 🎭🔗.

This is music for the bold: OnlyFans queens 👑, underground club rats 💃, fetish freaks 🔗, broke boys begging 💳💸, and anyone who knows that power can come from a laugh, a moan, or a perfectly timed tease. The Slut Tax makes cash, lust, and domination collide into one dirty, bass-heavy anthem that hits as hard in headphones as it does on the dancefloor 👠💎✨🔥.

The Slut Tax

🔥⚡ Concrete bass 🧱🔊 Endless night 🌃🌑

I’m not here to fit into genres — I’m here to break them. From 🪩 bass house sweat pits to 🌀 psytrance spirals, from 💀 Russian Hardbass war cries to 🌃 cyberpunk drift phonk nights, my sound is chaos in motion.

808s distorted till they bleed 🔊, donk bass stomping through concrete 🥾, neon synths burning like chrome fire ⚙️🔥, and vocals cut short, filthy, and raw 💋. Every track is built like a weapon — something you feel in your chest before your ears.

This isn’t just music for playlists. It’s music for everywhere the bass can shake the walls: 🏚️ abandoned warehouses, 🚧 back-alley raves, 🌌 night drives under neon skies, 🎧 headphones at 4AM when the world feels too heavy. It’s for freaks, queens 👑, rebels, dreamers, loners, lovers, and anyone who refuses to sit quiet. It’s not about fitting in — it’s about feeling alive. Every drop is rebellion, every synth a spark, every kick a heartbeat.

Vodka shots and bass drops 🍸💣, sweat and freedom, chaos and connection — if you feel it, you’re already part of it. And if you’re here, you already know: the walls won’t hold, the night won’t end, and the system won’t win.

Crashing Out (Remix) (Extended)

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