By loading the content from Youtube, you agree to Youtube’s privacy policy.Learn more Load Content Diesen Herbst hat Konchord den Stein so richtig ins rollen gebracht. Das Video zu seinem neuen Live Set ist atemberaubend und glänzt durch Kreativität und Detailverliebtheit. Dabei sind es gerade die skurrilen Szenen, die durch ihre Absurdität, den besonderen Reiz dieser Produktion ausmachen. Das düstere …

Peck peck...peck peck... a small fluffy creature struggles out of its egg in the icy winter. When it made the first little hole in the shell, it peeked through the narrow gap with its tiny eye. However, our little friend could see nothing but glittering white. A second hole had to be made quickly in order to explore more of the surroundings outside the "tiny house", which had become too cramped during the last few hours. But even through the second hole, only white can be seen. The little chick squeaks slightly and uses all its strength to push its head through the shell. It braces and pushes itself against the ceiling and with one leap it breaks through the resistance and also the light blanket of snow above it. It squints its eyes because it is terribly bright. But soon it gets used to the sun's rays and sees a beautiful winter landscape. Wow, it's beautiful here, our little penguin baby thinks. However, it quickly feels alone. The thought mobilizes the last forces of the little rascal. It jumps out of the egg onto the snow and slips away. The little legs are still too wobbly to hold the ball of plush and it falls forward. Unfortunately, our penguin friend hatched on a gentle slope and now tumbles down the hill. In the process, the chick soon forms a snowball that grows larger and larger until it is gently stopped further down by a small shrub. Completely exhausted from this adventure, our fluffy explorer falls asleep. When the chick wakes up again, it finds itself in a sled whipping across the snowy fields. Next to him on the driver's seat he spots a friendly looking personality. "Hello I'm Nicolas and I found you on the side of the road in the snow. I thought you could use the warmth of my blanket here in the sled. Besides, I'm very glad to have finally found a fellow traveller on my tour," Nicolas said. "If you like, you'll find some yummy cookies in the glove compartment," he added. Since when does a sleigh have a glove compartment and did he just say cookies? The penguin thinks to himself. He hastily tears open the package and contentedly munches on cinnamon stars and vanilla croissants. Wrapped in the blanket and covered in crumbs, the penguin is happy to have met Nicolas, who is like a god to him. And since that time, the penguin happily tours the clubs of this world with his savior.

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Argentinian artist Nicolas Rada is a mainstay at the busiest clubs and festivals in Buenos Aries, as well as appeared on numerous top tier labels including Get Physical, The Soundgarden, Balance, Sincopat and many others. His moody and introspective productions are a perfect fit for Do Not Sit, and we welcome him with his EP, “Goliardo”. Both the title tack …

Since I did not want to attract further negative attention at my first ComRa event, I got back to work. Like a busy ant, I carried more beer than my own body weight and looked for a way through the raving crowd to the bars. For a while, this task required my full concentration, but soon the hand movements turned into routine and my mind got more space to wander again. Questions that I had successfully suppressed through the hard work made their way into my consciousness. What is it about the strange datacenter that I had discovered? Are they perhaps related to the mysterious data stored on the capsules, for which I lacked the authority to access? Why is so much data being collected on the ravers in the first place? And what kind of daily target was the man in the control room talking about? As I walked across dance floors like a robot, mulling over past events in my head, I stumbled across someone lying on the ground. Suddenly, my thoughts were back in the here and now and I recognized the person who was lying on the floor. The young man was completely sweaty and didn't seem to have an ounce of strength left in his body. The other people around us, did not notice the man on the floor at all. They continued to dance ecstatically. I helped the man back on his feet and recognized the person. We had met many times before at raves. He was unable to walk without my help. I brought him to the edge of the dance floor where he could sit down without being trampled. Slowly he regained his strength. When I asked him what happened, he replied that he couldn't stop dancing. Every track that was played was just rousing and the set got more intense by the minute. There was reportedly no thought of a break, partly because ComRa staff kept coming by to motivate them to keep dancing. At some point his strength simply left him and he collapsed. The next moment my colleague ‘Lighter’ was standing next to us. "Good thing you acted so quickly, I'll take care from him from here." He leaned over to me and whispered in my ear "Looks like someone's had too much to drink. I'll make sure he gets water and then gets home safely." Before I could say anything back, Lighter was already leaving the scene with the guest. He walked him over to the nearest bar, leaving me standing alone. I started to have doubts about Lighter's version of this incident. The man never drank alcohol at past events. That's how much I remembered about the raver from our previous encounters. I was really sure about that, even if I couldn't recall his name. Why did the ComRa staff keep asking him to keep to dance while he was obviously already completely exhausted?

I took a deep breath and tried to organize my thoughts. Perhaps there was a simple explanation for all these things. I'll just tell my colleague ‘Lighter’ about my discovery later, he will surely be able to shed light on this matter. The most important thing was to get out of this claustrophobic vault. Driven by the adrenaline rush of the last few minutes, I rushed like a cheetah through the narrow hallways and corridors until I was back at the door that didn't stop me with its warning on the way out. I wished I had never passed through that door. A few minutes later I was back in the huge hall of the ‘Kathedral’. The rave continued at full speed and the crowd had already danced itself into ecstasy. Bodies jerked uncontrollably across the dance floor and no foot stood still. Everything was in motion and stomped incessantly to the pulsating sound coming out of the speakers. I felt a tremendous energy. Driven by the fuel of music and by happiness hormones, the dancers pushed themselves to their physical limits and danced themselves into a frenzy. This unique atmosphere sucked me in artfully and devoured me within seconds. I threw myself into the crowd full of joy and let myself drift. A myriad of colors penetrated through my closed eyes and I lost myself in a sea of lights, until suddenly I was torn from my state of bliss by a rough touch. Lighter pulled me aside and looked at me sharply. "Where have you been all this time? The bars are in desperate need of supplies! I know the music is amazing, but you'll have to put off dancing until later! Go back there, the iron door. Here's the key, now go get some beer." Before I could say anything back, Lighter shoved me in the direction of the steel door and disappeared into the crowd. Yet I still had so many questions....

The EP is rounded off by a strong remix from our man Yeröm. He manages again to put the essence of the original through his typical sound punchy in scene. release information label: @deepstorysrecords artist: @schtu | @yeroem title: Timebomb kat: DS0004 format: digital mastering: @collected-berlin By loading the content from Soundcloud, you agree to Soundcloud’s privacy policy. Load Content

My thoughts are racing and flying around like crazy. Why was I actually hiding like a criminal? Why did this intuitive flight reflex suddenly come over me? Actually, I only passed a few signs. Besides, as part of the event, I might even be entitled to be down here. Nevertheless, the whole situation feels somehow strange, as if I had seen something that I should not have seen. The person with the unusual shoes has not come to a stop yet. She is nervously making her rounds above me and apparently keeps looking at the screen with the data. Every now and then she growls discontentedly and mumbles numbers to herself. Suddenly, however, she stops and shouts "damn that's not enough, we need more power". Following this, the person says in a command-like tone "keep ramping up the raverend's show. We are under our daily target." Then a short pause and following again the cold and harsh voice of the unknown person "Since when are you responsible for thinking. I don't care if the guests eventually collapse. The lazy pigs are supposed to dance and supply us with energy. I have to deliver good numbers to headquarters today. That's the top priority." Angrily, the person stomps out of the room and lets the door fall into the lock behind him. I slowly crawl out of my hiding place, confused. What was this dubious person just talking about? What kind of numbers does he have to provide and what does this have to do with the ravers? This makes no sense to me. I go back to the screen and look at the data again. I discover more charts from which I can read how many kilowatts of electricity are generated per hour. In addition, there is comparative data for other days. With more exact analysis of the statistics I miss on that always Saturdays are represented. Wait a minute, if I remember correctly, these are all Saturdays on which ComRa events took place. What is the meaning of all this?

Dass alles verbindende Element der Zeit führt uns wieder einmal zusammen und lässt uns abtauchen in einen Strudel aus Gegenwart, Zukunft und Vergangenheit. Ausgelöst wird dieses Ereignis durch einen Track, der wie eine Urgewalt den Augenblick entkräftet und mit Momenten aus allen Phasen des Seins durchsetzt. Der Strippenzieher hinter dieser „timebomb“ ist der berliner Produzent Schtu. Ein musikalisches Multitalent, der …

The footsteps got louder and louder, accompanied by a metallic rattle – which somehow sounded familiar to me. I looked around frantically. Where in this room could I hide so as not to be discovered? I started to analyze the situation systematically because I had little time. Don't panic now, I said quietly to myself. My eyes wandered around the room. The equipment was reduced to the bare minimum, but what else could I expect from a technical room. The idea of hiding in a closet would have been too good to be true. The boilers and machines in front of me gave me little cover. I would have been discovered there with ease. My eyes wandered across the room, before getting drawn to the corner with the server farm. For a fraction of a second it seemed to me as if I saw a brief flash, almost like a reflection of a small mirror in direct sunlight. As if magically attracted, I walked in the direction from which I suspected the light was coming. There was something on the floor there. I looked down and noticed a chunky silver ring with an engraving on it. I'll take a closer look at it later. When I pick up the ring I noticed that I was standing in front of a cable duct sunk into the floor. A base plate protruded a little. A flash of thought came to me! If I did manage to move the base plate, I could hide in the shaft. I grabbed the base plate with my hands and a shudder traveled through my spine. It felt like putting my bare hand into a bag of ice cubes. With all my strength I managed to push the base plate aside, just enough to have a gap that could be wide enough for me. I slid down feet first and touched the ground below. Then I noticed that I was standing on thick cables that lead from the server farm into the cable duct. I reassured myself by mumbling that it was not the worst hiding place and lied down on my back in the cable duct. My hands reached to the extinguisher on the floor plate lying over me. After that is just needed to move the base plate back into the anchoring. Done! The door to the technical room slammed shut and I held my breath in shock. The steps were getting closer to the place I was hiding. Above me I suddenly noticed a black pair of shoes with silver heels. So that's where the metallic clatter came from … Today's deep story, which is presented to you by Miss Monique, is also full of energy. Born in Ukraine, she travels around the globe as a DJ and producer and, with her label Siona Records, is known for its unmistakable progressive sound.