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You have a choice. You can hide. In your stuffy living cells. From the rain. From the noise out there. From the glaring hell of the billboards.
Or you tune in. Face the lizard broadcast.
Hirschmilch Radio. Ultrahocherhitzt 10. Host: DJ baq.
He is not a man. He is a sound sheriff. A hunter in the shadows of the ether. He fishes the forgotten, crashed sounds from the data stream. The worn-out souls of synthesizers. The eavesdropped dreams of drum machines.
This session is not a concert. It is an interrogation. A glaring, pulsating interrogation of your senses. A soundtrack for replicants searching for their own memories. For bounty hunters in the mire of the city.
You have heard all these sounds before in your dreams. Now they are back. And they are more dangerous than ever.
Ultrahocherhitzt 10. Tonight. Eight p.m. Electronic Channel.
When the neon lights begin to bleed.
Turn on your radio. See things you shouldn’t see.
DJ baq. Only on Hirschmilch Radio.
All these sounds will be lost… like tears in rain.
Do you think this is just a radio show? A harmless treat for the ears? How sweet... and how wrong. This is not a concert. This is an... opening.
Hirschmilch Radio unleashes the Cosmic Diary. The premiere.
Behind the melody lurks horror. Beneath the beat, something sleeps... and it awakens tonight. Your DJ, Manidius, is no longer human. He is the medium. The doorkeeper.
His sounds are no pleasure. They are a summoning circle. Every track... a seal breaking. Every drop... a scream from another dimension. This "Melodic House" is the seductive song that lures you into the depths. This "Techno" is the heartbeat of the Leviathan, to which you will soon dance.
Do you hear it already? The whisper in the static between the frequencies? It speaks your name. It knows you. It has always been waiting for you.
Cosmic Diary. The first broadcast. Tonight.
Turn off the light. Turn up the volume. And sacrifice your sleep. Your mind was only ever on loan.
Manidius. Only on Hirschmilch Radio. 31.10. 8 p.m. Berlin time. Electronic Channel.
We broadcast live from your worst nightmares.
Attention Attention!
The Soundpatisserie presents to you the one and only, not Chewbacca, not the Bakerman, but the unforgettable DJ Brubaker
You could say he is our triathlete among our artists. First, the tones rise and fall in the most beautiful manner until he reaches his supreme discipline, sound-crawling, where he blends the sounds seamlessly into each other, until, at the end of the Olympic course, the descent begins and he makes the jog wheels glow.
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on: 03/10/2025
From: 8 PM
Electronic Channel