Don’t be mistaken by his cheerful look, Creange is one of the most solid Parisian deejay...

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I fought my way groping through thick clouds of fog. My auditory canal was no longer receptive to human contact. Only the beguiling music, which was pressed by the boxes with sound speed by my head, was still perceptible for me. Soon I had crossed the room once and was surprised when the next wall made itself felt as rough resistance on my palms. I had to get used to this size again. The many oversized ComRa events dampened my sense of realism. I quickly took a liking to the shrunken dimensions in this club. The counter for essential fluids and the collection station for their leftovers were within seconds. Here I still had contact with people and didn't just have to follow instructions from machines. The living room atmosphere lifted my spirits and I discovered the dance floor for myself. I was able to take advantage of the full width and length of this playground and fell into childlike bliss. I felt free. The explorer in me awoke and I studied every corner of the room with my dance steps. A staircase leading down soon caught my attention. I left the upper floor and boldly entered a new realm. Down here, the walls and people came closer. I was able to share my urge to move with more individuals in this space and the music engulfed our minds. Here we drifted to be caught by the melodies of Yeröm. He enchanted this small basement with his driving tracks and provided us with a lasting experience.

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After a brief early summer hiatus, Tripswitch's onedotsixtwo label is back with a vengeance, unveiling a brooding release from C-Jay, who did the honour of providing the label's first single release 'Mokuyobi' (his collaboration with Yoram and Namatjira).

We welcome our guys from Monotunes to our show - live on air 14.08.2019 from 12am till 2am ET on PROTON Radio.

We enter a gray, cool and very functionally furnished building. One of these typical government buildings. Our goal is clear, but the way there is confusing. The first inquiry at the reception was already harshly blocked. The registration of a galley would have to be applied for at the harbor commandant's office. But that was not our concern, we are looking for a pass. The reception would be of little help to us. So we wandered lost as in a labyrinth through the endless corridors and floors. Cryptic and well-hidden maps did not provide any enlightening clues. As we wandered through the corridors, our minds seemed to slowly dissolve. Doors are no longer where they seem to be, numbers are no longer in the right order, and the actions of the people in these walls no longer follow any logical pattern. Since we want one thing and then the same thing again, the people here can't figure us out. This sets the sluggish masses into turmoil and soon there is a hopeless confusion. The old gray tie-wearers turn into startled chickens and suddenly use everyday office supplies as creative instruments. The reception hall turns into a madhouse of colorful sounds and we are right in the middle of it. Inspiring sounds flood in and we say goodbye to the last bit of sanity. We let ourselves be carried away and lose ourselves in this world that no longer seems to follow any known laws until a voice sounds and asks "What do you actually want? We just want the A38 pass! Our guest today has already blown up the borders of the musically possible and stunned people's minds at this year's Fusion. With his deep story he now repeats this feat!

Continuation of deep story no. 123 I stroll through the streets and can't get the scene from the streetcar out of my head. Why did the guy want to take a look at the capsule on my wrist? In the bright light of the next street lamp, I check the capsule thoroughly. The viscous something in the capsule is completely solidified. It seems as if the contents lack energy. As far as I can remember, on the night of the big rave, it was fluorescing and moving in waves. Maybe it is activated by the entry control of the ComRa events. But it also has such aesthetic value and, much like a festival ribbon, wears well in everyday life. Of course, like everything ComRA does, it's again bigger, more colorful and fancier. The longer I look at this miniature lava lamp and turn my wrist to examine all sides, the more I get the feeling that the inside of the capsule is starting to move slowly again. But only very slowly and barely perceptibly. However, it still remains a mystery to me what the flyer distributor wrote down in his cell phone after he had looked at my capsule. Since this mystery could not be solved, I decided to continue my investigations the next day. I continued towards the "Horseshoe" to finally feel the energy of the dance floor again. The light of the neon sign could be seen from far away in the dark alley. Like a lighthouse in the dark night, it shows you the way to the safe haven of electronic bliss. But already at the door, my rising anticipation was abruptly dampened. I would not enter the club with the capsule on my hand. There were supposedly already negative incidents in connection with these things. I was reluctant to part with my cherished accessory, but the bouncer made no exception. From inside, I could already hear the sweaty sound of Kotelett & Zadak, which magically attracted me like the singing of the sirens. I couldn't possibly miss these two. Hypnotizing sounds with charm and style coupled with a dash of extravagance. A unique show that promises a great evening. So off the capsule and into the pleasure!

„Ein grandioses Strahlen und Blitzen begleitete die Staubwolke und den fortwährend dröhnenden Bass. Gepaart mit viel Sonnenschein und hohen Temperaturen ergab sich mal wieder ein Mal eine einzigartige Atmosphäre...

I slowly take off my headphone and look the rabble-rouser straight in the eyes. His sheer presence fills me with excitement. With the numerous sponsors on his jacket, he looks like a walking advertising column. A symbol of commercialization on two legs. After a short silence, he wants to know where my path leads me today. Before I could conclusively answer the question, he already put a flyer in my hand and interrupts me. It does not matter what I plan to do, tonight there would only be one "place to be". ComRa Events would have once again broken through the boundaries to the possible and put together a rave of absolute superlatives. My response to this brazen interruption of my peace of mind left him speechless , as the only boundaries he broke were those of my privacy. I get up and work my way past this walking-talking publicity banner. He reaches for my hand, pulls up my sleeve and scrutinizes the capsule on my wrist. Before I can defend myself, he loosens the grip on my arm and quickly notes something down on his smartphone. After that he smiles again kindly and informs me that I always had a lot of fun at the ComRa events. To make him finally satisfied, I grab a flyer and pretend that I would think it over again. At the next stop I leave the streetcar a bit confused. What was that bizarre encounter and what did the guy write down in his smartphone? Totally lost in my thoughts, I stroll through the streets. I had completely lost sight of my real goal. Actually, I wanted to go partying and enjoy good music today. Spieltape may bring you and our somewhat confused protagonist in the right mood with his skills on the decks. We definitely do not want you to lose sight of your destination for the weekend.