I follow the soothing music in a state of deep relaxation. It unleashes positive thoughts and awakens unexpected creative powers. The sterile white room transforms into the most adventurous surroundings thanks to my newly acquired imagination. Sometimes I’m standing on top of a majestic mountain peak and sometimes I'm deep down in the sea. All these wonderful thoughts free my "I" and I am almost glad to be trapped in this room. This pure white is a great projection surface for my inner self and allows me to develop in an unknown, completely new way. This unique experience is accompanied by constant rhythms and gentle tone patterns, at times interspersed with entertaining intermezzos to introduce new elements. For example, a trumpet makes its way to the foreground. Voices are increasingly blending into the overall ensemble. They give the musical background new textures without being intrusive. Everything flows together and gives me a cozy warmth. A deep insight slowly dawns to me. A message that is carried through the room by the music and the singing. "Everything will be fine, there is nothing that is unsettling." My mind gets caught in this thought, which is repeated like a mantra. The hesitant insight quickly turns into a manifest certainty: "Everything is good, music is good, dancing is good and ComRa is good!" Experience an inspiring hour of unchained musical creativity together with Pete Oak.

Picture: Tunnelvisions Diynamic Music is back with another edition of its Picture series with Tunnelvisions at the helm, who have released before on Disco Halal and Atomnation. They have a colourful sound that draws on dub, world and psychedelic influences and now showcase that across six tracks of emotive and melodic house music. Forever kicks off with loose percussion and …

Das Nachtleben steht still in großen Teilen Deutschlands. Die Tanzflächen der Republik sind verwaist und die Djs bleiben Zuhause. Niemand weiß genau wie lange dieser Zustand anhalten wird. Somit bangen viele Künstler, Clubs und Angestellte um ihre Existenz. Damit es nicht soweit kommt wurde in Berlin die Intiative „united we stream“ ins Leben gerufen...

Belgian producer Yeröm makes his long-awaited debut on ICONYC Noir dropping his outstanding 'Different Spaces EP'. We are happy to support our man Yeröm...

For many years now I have been hiking through the wilderness as a solitary adventurer, continuously looking for my destination. With the sun as the clock for my journey into the unknown, I wandered along mountains and valleys, rivers and lakes, forests and steppes. The quietness led me to live in the present and the wisdom of nature moved me to stay. Out there I could experience what true beauty means, but also how brutal life can be. My surroundings taught me to stay alert, which opened my eyes. Now I perceive things which are beyond normal. Individual inconspicuous noises can now give me more security than an hour-long conversation with friends. My mind is in harmony with flora and fauna. A blind intuitive understanding developed, guided by gestures instead of words. So I was able to learn a lot about myself and my environment and get on with myself. Feelings of happiness now flow more regularly through my nerves and soften my petrified expression every now and then. But at times the feeling of loneliness creeps back into my heart. Especially on days like this ... I raise my hip flask and drink for another year as a "lone ranger". Enjoy this birthday drink with David Hasert and listen comfortably to his anniversary podcast. We wish him all the best and good luck for the next year.

I slowly woke up with aching eyes, a booming head and dry throat. The nasty trip still affected my body. The person who had put this handkerchief under my nose had apparently misjudged the dose of the substance significantly. The anesthetic was certainly much stronger than the perpetrator had planned. Minutes passed and nothing changed. I still couldn't move any part of my body while my eyelids were still heavy and all my limbs feeling numb. So I lay there in this white sterile room for an agonizing eternity. At some point I noticed that my other senses were also dimmed and only gradually resumed their work. I heard some faint music that flowed softly to me from all corners of the area. It suited my physical condition perfectly. Since I could not find any change in my vital functions after another perceived eternity, I started to focus on the melodies. They calmed my raging mind, which of course wanted to find out what was going on here. Slowly I let go all the negative thoughts about my alleged kidnapping and let myself be guided into an ever deeper meditative state. I concentrated fully on my breathing and the music. So I tried to make the best of my current situation. Slow down in the company of the ‘stilt walker’ (Stelzenläufer), who pulled his favorite downtempo tracks out of the record box for you. With his soothing beats, he has already chilled the crowds on the Fusion Festival and continues to set the course with his ‘sloth disco’ Faultierdisko crew towards quieter waters…

Continuation deep story no. 133 A veil of mist settles over my perception. The white of the wintry landscape takes on the colors of the rainbow and I feel the world stop spinning. Time stretches and my overwhelmed mind seems to open up. One minute seems to stretch into hours. Experienced time and passing time no longer exist in lockstep. Their congruence, given by natural law, seems to dissolve. The mind is accelerated as well as slowed down at the same time. In the process, the sense of time is anesthetized to such an extent that viewing the extremely stretched event resembles the performance of a magician. It plunges thinking and perception into inner contradictions. The senses make an effort to perceive everything particularly precisely, to recognize where the dizziness lies. The brain turns in circles and searches for an explanatory model for what has happened. In the retrospect of these minutes, the event connects at some point with one's own state of mind at that moment. With the environment, the mood, the flickering light. What remains is a Polaroid of the emotional world, which determines the memory. Nothing I can say with certainty in retrospect. Only feelings can be recalled. How long I was out can no longer be reconstructed in my mind. It could have been minutes or days. It seemed like a year to me. Bright light burns in my eyes and my limbs cannot be moved. Let Doncler take you on a trip into the subconscious. A place where time is relative.

My thoughts were spinning around. Where did I get the new capsule from? What happened after I left the club? I couldn't have been to a ComRa event. That wouldn’t make sense. I decide to ask ComRa myself. Maybe they could tell me when and where I got the capsule. At the local ComRa headquarters, I only found closed doors. Nobody reacted to my ringing and knocking. This was strange as otherwise these people were always so communicative. As if they suspected that I wanted to ask some awkward questions. After my unsuccessful efforts to get someone to the door, I continue walking through the winter streets. A few blocks away, I accidentally discover a ComRa Events promoter. At first he was pleased to see. The Raverend is visiting the city again, he reported. Then I changed the subject and spoke to him about my capsule. I confronted him with the problems of the uncontrollable heat development of the capsules. He answered me that these were just some very unfortunate isolated cases. Nothing to worry about. Next I wanted to know from him how it could be that a few hours after I had removed the capsule, I accidentally found such a dangerous thing on my wrist. The promoter looked nervous and dodged my question. He mumbled excitedly into his headset. Afterwards he said that he couldn't explain it either and that my story sounded very unbelievable. Suddenly he was in a hurry and hastily said goodbye. This conversation didn't make me any wiser either. Rather, it raised more questions. But before I could even think about it, I was in a dim state. Someone held a moist handkerchief under my nose and my mind strayed into a colorful dream world. The surroundings became blurred while dreamlike melodies caressed my ear canal. With his magically light set, Med Aziz will mirror the dream world in which our protagonist finds himself unexpectedly and will let you become part of this cosmic journey into the unknown. Look forward to an hour of pure emotions and reverie.

The smoke from the fire works has settled and with big eyes we look to all the possibilities the new year brings. Heinz Music already set the tone, starting the year with their striking 102st release.

"Snow is falling to the ground, Piling up in enormous mounds. Music is there all day But the sky is still grey Snowballs are thrown in the air. No one has any care About work - only fun, Because the day is a snowy one. Snowmen are stacked very high; Their top hats almost skim the sky. To make them round, they must pat, Then finish off with mittens and hat. As the weather gets cold, we are beeing told To go online and listen to a new deep story - because it’s mandatory." We wish you a wonderful winter season. Enjoy this beautiful trip with Philipp Kempnich through the winter wonderland.