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Premiere: Tarek JR – Rin (Za__Paradigma Remix) [TKT015]

Released on TAKT Recordings, The Rin EP by Tarek JR operates in that narrow band where minimal house becomes almost architectural — reduced, steady, and precise. Za__Paradigma’s version pushes it deeper into the room: longer shadows, heavier air, and a groove that deepens with each pass, gradually locking into place. @taktrec @user-389265331 @zaurik-1

E-Mantra – Distant Signals | SL89

To connect with higher intelligence, E-Mantra shapes expansive sonic fields with shifting ranges. Embedded within them are messages about the hidden rituals of the port of Constanța, the power of untamed elements, and philosophical invocations. Micro-crackling textures, cosmogenic synthesizers, and dense, space-filling pads draw the listener into a hypnotic state, gently softening the narrative of a new chapter. . Having regained consciousness, Spacelunch looked around and realised he was still exactly where he had been. His heart was pounding — half from the hangover, half from a growing sense of dread. Struggling to focus, he used his portable communicator to initiate a transfer to the Cat’s location. Since Melvin still had Cat’s service blaster, his route required an extra stop. A few minutes later, a smart car pulled up to the intermediate address. Its door lifted, revealing a slim, slightly unsteady figure with messy curls. Waiting on the other side, in the darkness, stood a large caterpillar. “Mel, did you bring the gun? We don’t have time.” “You look rough, Doc. I’ll lose my mind if something happens to either of you. Maybe I should come with you?” “Just give me the damn gun. And stay on the line.” “Here. Please… be careful.” The professor jumped back into the smart car without another word, and it disappeared around the intersection. The autopilot counted down the remaining distance until a run-down industrial area appeared in the window. “You have arrived,” the navigator intoned like a command. Spacelunch rushed toward the building entrance as a desperate scream came out from the inside. Cat lay on the floor, gasping for air. He was wounded. “Taste this, you freak!” The double’s head burst to pieces from a precise shot. “Meeeow! You actually came… Don’t leave me again…” “Hang on, buddy! The help is on the way.”

Phasen – Places With Gaby | SL88

Fraudlin finished his cigarette in no time. His only breakfast was a cup of instant coffee — all he could afford after a night at a casino. Instead of brushing his teeth, he rinsed his mouth with another bitter sip, then sprayed himself with cologne to mask the smell of sweat and questionable places. The young gambler, fired up on adrenaline, often neglected basic hygiene, but today there was another, far more serious reason: an informant had delivered alarming news. And he had to move fast. His head felt like a dusty chest that had suddenly been thrown open. Fraudlin rushed out of the house the moment he realised something irreversible was about to happen. Nearly tripping over his own feet, he reached the comms point to send Spacelunch the coordinates through a secure channel. His thin fingers trembled as he dialled. The first call was declined. The second… “Yeah?” “Urgent! Cat is with you right now — and he’s in danger!” “What are you talking about?!” “Well, technically, he’s with another you. One of the Aerospace Corporation’s goons stole your smart-bracelet. They activated the portal and sent a double after your friend to eliminate him and frame you. I’m sending the location!” The professor sprang to his feet, turned suddenly pale, and fainted. Strained nerves mixed with alcohol made a toxic blend. Now, only luck could change the course of what was coming.

spclnch podcast #94 / Tech Spirit

Inspector Tech Spirit from the Ecological Commission has been urgently dispatched to a distant planet. A special audio transmission has been recorded to synchronize with the frequency of its inhabitants and observe their behavior. The investigation is now underway. @techspiritset

Avguchenko – Field Design | SL87

“Hey, move your paws!” “You’re acting weird. How much longer are we going to wander around?” “We need to stay away from prying ears. You’ll find out soon enough…” The road the professor had chosen grew darker and grimmer. Occasional flickers of light ran across his face twisted in an unreadable grimace, half from the drizzle, half from some inner strain. Eventually, the narrow alleys led them to an abandoned building. Its worn-down walls seemed more suited for rituals than for an honest conversation. The drizzle turned into heavy rain, leaving them no choice but to seek shelter inside. Shaking off the water, Cat was looking around when a faint silhouette flashed through one of the doorways. Spacelunch’s hand slowly reached into his pocket. “You okay, Doc?” “Looks like your feline instincts have taken a day off. The road is paved, fluffy.” “What? Road to where?” “To hell. Say goodbye, idiot.” A gun stared straight into his trusting eyes. The cold metal seemed to whisper that the warmth of friendship was about to fade away, too.