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Dear Hirschmilch Community,
Do you remember the first time you stumbled upon Hirschmilch Radio? Maybe it was a moment of relaxation, maybe your day just needed the right vibes, and Hirschmilch was there. To us, every single listener is a gift. Your years of loyalty mean the world to us.
For 17 years now, I, baq, have been working almost daily to keep Hirschmilch Radio running: I scour the music landscape for the freshest releases, carefully pre-listen to every track, prepare our shows, organize our DJs, music, storage space, and hardware – all without any compensation. Hirschmilch Radio is my passion project. And for this heart to keep beating, I need your support.
2025 has been a big year for us. We completely revamped our website, added new shows to the program, and are thrilled about our very own app. At the same time, we urgently need to modernize our hardware to keep the radio operation stable. Many components have simply reached the end of their lifespan.
To make supporting us easier, we now also have an Amazon wishlist. There, you’ll find exactly the things I currently need.
With your help, I can support new DJs, organize special events, keep our technology up to date, and continue discovering new music for you every day.
Every contribution – whether a donation, hardware support, or an item from our wishlist – helps me tremendously.
Support Hirschmilch Radio and help us keep this project alive.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, and here’s to a vibrant year 2026.
Yours,
baq from Hirschmilch Radio
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Tribuanic Session 45 — Where Paper Dreams Take Flight
On November 27th, 2025 at 20:00, something gracefully unfolds on Hirschmilch Radio.
In a garden made of rhythm and paper, melodies are folded into shape, beats bloom like petals, and harmonies flutter like delicate wings.
Tom Beltor invites you on a journey through an intricately sculpted landscape of organic grooves, silky textures and uplifting Progressive House energy.
This isn’t just music.
It’s emotional origami.
A sound that slowly spreads its wings.
Feel the fold. Hear the bloom.
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.