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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.
Ompulse opens the portal.
When beats become geometry and sound becomes light,
you're right in the middle of it—in the psychedelic spiral with no way back.
On Saturday at 8 p.m., the first Fractals Session unfolds
on the Hirschmilch Psytrance Channel—
an expedition into pulsating sound patterns, vibrating frequencies,
and hypnotic energy.
No beginning. No end. Just sound—
distorted, layered, infinite.
Step into the pattern. Lose yourself in the pulse.