#Hard Trance 90s

[thisisrealy2kok]

DJ C.A. - Futurescope Seven (F-007) (1997)

[posthumanwanderings]

Hard Trance Live 1998 (Dj chipstyler special)

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: January 26, 1992

Lyrics:

Please don′t go, please don't go

Please don′t go, please don't go

Please don't go, please don′t go

Please don′t go, please don't go

Babe, I love you so

I, I want you to know

That I′m gonna miss your love

The minute you walk out that door

Please don't go, please don′t go

Please don't go, please don′t go

Please don't go, please don't go

Please don′t go, please don′t go

Please don't go, please don′t go

Please don't go, please don′t go

Please don't go, please don′t go

Babe, I love you so

I want you to know

That I'm gonna miss your love

The minute you walk out that door

Please don't go

Don′t go

Don′t go away

Please don't go

Don′t go

I'm beggin′ you to stay

If you leave at least in my lifetime

I've had one dream come true

I was blessed to be loved

By someone as wonderful as you

Please don′t go

Don't go

Don't go away

Please don′t go

Don′t go

I'm beggin′ you to stay, hey, hey, hey

Please don't go, please don′t go

Please don't go, please don′t go

Please don't go, please don't go

Please don′t go, please don′t go

Please don't go

Babe, I love you so

I, I want you to know

That I′m gonna miss your love

The minute you walk out that door

So, please don't go

Don′t go

Don't go away, hey, hey, hey

I need your love

I′m down on my knees

Baby you please, please, please, don't go

Don't you hear me, baby?

Don′t you leave me now

Oh, no, no, don′t go

Songwriter:

Please don't go

I want you to know

That I, I, I love you so

Richard Finch / Harry Wayne Casey

SongFacts:

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[testure-1988]

Ad for Reactivate vol 13 in Muzik #43 (1998)

[randomvarious]

Today's mix:

Global House Diva 2 by DJ Irene 2001 House / Trance / Hard House / Progressive House / Tech-House

God, I really can't fuckin' stand this frenzied and debased style of DJing, man. It's just such a terrible joke. Don't get me wrong, prolific LA scene vet DJ Irene definitely stacked up a whole bunch of turn-of-the-millennium bangers here, but that doesn't really mean much, because the way she went about it is just so transparently cheap and silly. I mean, I often think that DJs can be an overappreciated bunch in the first place, because at the end of the day, they're really just playing other peoples' music, and then with the right marketing, they can overshadow the musicians themselves, but there is glaringly so little care that went into crafting this monstrosity here. Basically, DJ Irene tried to stuff 10 pounds of shit into a 5-pound bag with this totally jumbled-up, incoherent mess of a set, which is really more like three mini-sets in one: atrocious, mindless, simplistic, blaring, transactional, Euro-rave-type hard house to start; then a run of vocal trance; and then some sweet house tunes to close out.

Now, I have nothing against genre-hopping as a concept. In fact, as I'm sure some of you are all too aware by now, I love it when shit's eclectic. 80s DJs mixed all sorts of stuff together, from synthpop, to electro, to disco, to house, and so on, and I love that spirit. But there was a certain sort of logical fluidity to it all, and this is just so goddamn slapdash by comparison. Between the three mini-sets, there are pretty clear lines of rigid demarcation, and then within those sets themselves, the transitions are often times just dogshit, and are sometimes attempted to be masked with some sort of vocal interlude.

On top of that is the fact that there are a total of 31 tracks in this 69-minute mix, which means that a song, on average, only lasts for about 2 minutes and ~15 seconds, which is *way* too short, considering how long dance tunes typically are. But then when you take into account that two of these tracks, which are run back-to-back, actually take up around an *an entire fifth* of the whole set itself, that means that the average length of the other 29 are shrunken down even more significantly, which *really* prevents the listener from getting into *any* sort of rhythm.

And my final complaint within this multifaceted rant about this soulless waste of time is that, while I certainly dig a whole lot of the songs that were chosen for this mix, when it especially comes to the trance, DJ Irene is really doing little more than scratching the surface. She too often just haphazardly mashes together some of the biggest commercial hits that this genre had to offer at the time, not really connecting them in any type of way that could be considered even close to satisfying. There doesn't seem to be, like, any super deep knowledge of this particular type of music, because, I mean, any DJ can slap together Bedrock, Ferry Corsten, and Tiësto, man; it's not impressive, and you're basically the equivalent of a top-40 bar DJ spinning Pharrell's "Happy" at that point. And likewise goes for lining up Roger Sanchez' "Another Chance" and Kings of Tomorrow's "Finally" in the house set, and then cheesily transitioning into the final track with Chuck Roberts' iconic, but frequently used "In the beginning there was jack" monologue too. Please, just spare us all 😒.

So, believe me, I really hate to sound like a snooty purist here, but this thing was pretty much unbearable from start to finish. Grating, empty-calorie madness that feels like a forerunner to what our soon-to-come generation of AI DJs are gonna be spitting out, which honestly, might be better than this.

Listen to the full mix here.

Highlights:

Bedrock/John Digweed/Nick Muir - "Heaven Scent (original mix)" System F - "Exhale" Ratty - "Sunrise" Gouryella - "Tenshi" Johnny Vicious - "Here With Me" Operatica - "Melancholy Rose (Richie Santana's Anthem mix)" Delerium - "Innocente (DJ Tiësto remix)" Pusaka - "You're the Worst Thing for Me (DJ Irene & the Evolution P.H.D. remix)" Two Phunk D-Lux - "Night Out" CZR & ITO - "Bring in the Funk" Raoul Zerna - "Feel tha Funk" Proton 2 meets Monie - "Higher (Tony B remix)" Hatiras - "Space Invaders (Hatiras' 2nd Encounter mix)" Static Revenger - "Happy People" Roger Sanchez - "Another Chance" Kings of Tomorrow - "Finally" Exodus - "Real Close"

[kxllerblond]

reading book? too much effort. sitting down and writing replies?? can't focus.

youtube rabbit hole of in-depth Barbie history and architectural design of dream houses and playsets? i got all da focus in da world baybeee!

[warehouseradio]

Warehouse Radio Episode 45 Guest Mix: Multimedia Angel

LINKS: Twitter: twitter.com/MultimediaAngel Instagram: www.instagram.com/multimediaangel/ Linktree: linktr.ee/multimediaangel Youtube: www.youtube.com/channel/UCEYf08oITSFRUiQjXX7hxtQ Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/5Pq7FDKpW…I7Rz2f0F_9gjeCSg

Tracklist under the cut:

TRACKLIST: 0:00 Rank 1, Dutch Force - Airwave - RANK 1 vs. Dutch Force Remix 1:58 Tiësto - Sparkles - Transa Remix 3:50 Stargaze Shelter - emulation (Radianth bootleg) 6:10 Alex M.O.R.P.H, Sylvia Tosun - An Angel's Love 8:46 Oceanlab - Satellite (Ciaran McAuley Rework) 10:37 DJ Alligator - Angel 12:33 DJ Alligator - Close To You 14:16 DJ Sammy, Yanou, Do - Heaven 15:09 Gareth Emery, Christina Novelli, ReOrder - Concrete Angel - ReOrder Remix 17:19 Ranzor & D-Luc-D - Tiny Box-Garden 18:57 Clean Tears - One Half 21:42 MMIC - Reverence 23:33 Antiloop - I Love You - Radio Edit 24:28 Drainpuppet, Powerdoll - Slip Away 26:16 Minamotoya - Over The Sky 27:34 .: 𝘤 𝘳 𝘢 𝘺 𝘷 𝘹 𝘯 - 𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞-𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛 2004 // 𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 [𝘼𝘿:𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝟵] 29:46 Veracocha - Carte Blance (Mixed) 32:21 Multimedia Angel - Heaven's Blade 35:16 Volant, Luna Lentna - The Longest Night 37:19 Multimedia Angel, Ashen - Dreamcatcher 38:24 Multimedia Angel - Echo 39:37 Sota Fujimori - Fly Above -Album Extended- 41:38 Sota Fujimori - In Heaven -Extended Mix- 43:35 Sota Fujimori - Fly Above (Piano Version)

[fucktheglorydays]

FREDO x MIXINO 069 OUT NOW

In the heart of France, where the city's pulse synchronizes with the beat of the night, stands Fredo. A french Lyon dj fascinated by house and italo music. He recently joined Gare du Nord's family, becoming the third member of this musical project, active between Lyon and Paris. Fredo could play different styles and his passion lead him around a lot of sounds, always in link with the Gare du Nord’s universe. A sonic vandal who serves up some downright dance-floor degeneracy; a bumpy rave treatment for these uncertain times, drawing from techno, hard house, 90s energy and the trippier elements of trance. MIXINO#69 is a must listen for those who seek solace in the rhythm.

LISTEN HERE

[suprcomputranimalracingsimulatr]

Celebration Generation: Chapter 1 (1993)

[syndikat8]

Syndikat8 HardTrance

[thisisrealy2kok]

Marusha - Raveland (1994)

[posthumanwanderings]

Toronto - Skydome (trance, 1997)

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: September 1, 1994

Lyrics:

31 seconds and we're gone from auto sequence start

10 seconds… 4… 3… 2… 1… Ignition and lift-off

There is a star

There is a star

There is a star, there is a star

There must be one

Whatever you wish it will be done

And if you believe the star's always shining

There is a star, there is a star

There must be one

Whatever you wish it will be done

And if you believe the star's always shining

Star light, so bright. First star

I see tonight. Make me think about life

The meaning you and me, myself, I

Can you picture why

If your mind is strong, no matter what's going on

Believe in yourself and shine on

And the meaning is so clear to see

Understand the power then a life goes deep

Then a life goes deep

There is a star, there is a star

There must be one

Whatever you wish it will be done

And if you believe the star's always shining

There is a star, there is a star

Just let it go, but believe in you,

Do what you want to do, with the limit true

Twinkle, twinkle see the star

Now believe in who you are

Cause all you want is a future of love and peace

Then everything is clear to see

The starting point is the star

Just believe in who you are

There is a star, there is a star

There must be one

Whatever you wish it will be done

And if you believe the star's always shining

There is a star, there is a star

There is a star

There is a star, there is a star

There must be one

Whatever you wish it will be done

And if you believe the star's always shining

Songwriter:

There is a star, there is a star

There must be one

Whatever you wish it will be done

And if you believe the star's always shining

There is a star, there is a star

There is a star

Alexander Hawking / DJ Stevie Steve / Marcus Deon Thomas

SongFacts:

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[cheezritsu]

Itoshi Sae has far more feline traits than those narrow turquoise eyes of his. At the top of your notes app titled “I don’t need a cat, my boyfriend already is one,” is the fact that Sae will never, ever be clingy, will never ask for your touch, and is coy about romance as a whole—but he just has to be near you.

Manshine City is playing Ubers. Ubers cannot resist having a yellow card every time they step on the pitch, and Manshine City pisses Sae off more than even he knows. You’ll press him about that later, because he’s watching the match in your shared bedroom and not the living room television which is not only bigger, but louder like he likes. Why is he fixing your temperpedic to be a damn near 90 degree angle when there’s a perfectly good couch in another room?

“Who’s winning?” You call from the bathroom. You’ve chosen to grab a bar stool from the kitchen to make yourself comfortable as you part your hair into four sections. It’s a hard ritual, but it pays dividends; you noticed that you were shedding a lot less hair when you sat down and pre-detangled before the shower. And you were a little optimistic about your last style and ended up stretching it out a few days longer than you should have. The end result wouldn’t be good to your heart.

You’re half way through finger detangling your section when you realize Sae hasn’t answered you. You lean back, the open door to your bedroom allowing you to catch a glimpse of him. There’s something off about his expression—Sae’s normally indifferent looking, sure, but there is a harder frown etched into his face. And he’s not even looking at the game. He’s glaring at…the door frame?

“Babe,” you say, and it breaks his trance. He looks up at you, but you’ve once again disappeared from his line of sight. That lean back was killing your spine.

“Huh?”

“I asked who was winning.” You carefully two-strand twist the now slippery section together, then use an alligator clip to keep it off your back. It’s kind of crazy how long your hair is now compared to the beginning of the year. You take down your next section, looking up from your lap and-!

“Holy shit!”

Sae gives you an unimpressed look in the mirror. You look at his reflection instead of him when you demand “When did you get in here?”

“While you were daydreaming.”

The tv is off. Or it’s paused. The vacuum of silence is a little uncomfortable. You were doing your hair in an old tshirt; a reprint of Sae’s U20 match jersey. It would make plenty money on the internet, and here you were getting hair products all over it. Sae looks at the front of your shirt with a wrinkled nose. Other reasons your boyfriend is a cat: he needs a fucking collar, and he pulls faces instead of vocalizing.

“What are you doing?”

“My hair.”

You can see his roaming gaze trying to piece together the exact routine you have, but he’s struggling. Before another quip can leave his mouth you elaborate. “Pre-detagnling. That way when I wash my hair it has less breakage.” You squeeze your detangler into your hands and slather it into the wetted section of hair you were working on. “I wanna keep what little hair I have.”

You get a real reaction this time—a snort of disbelief. “You have more hair on your head than Aiku has on his entire body.”

You blink. “That’s not really a metric I’m privy too.”

“He’s like a gorilla. It’s gross.”

You hum, but you love Sae’s endless opinions. You can tell he still has some rattling around in his brain that he’s having trouble spitting out. Perhaps he’s finally using a filter around you, or he’s really trying to find just the right delivery to piss you off. It’s 50/50.

He finally settles on, “You hair has gotten really long,” as he’s transfixed by the quick motion of your digits twisting the hair into a long rope. When it drops against the side of your head and he sees where it reaches, he shakes his head. “Like, really long.”

“Thanks,” you smile, and warmth spreads in Sae’s chest. “Weren’t you watching the match?”

“I paused it.”

“Why?”

He doesn’t answer. “I thought long hair bothered you?”

“It does,” you answer slowly, really trying to keep up with this conversation. Sae pings questions at you like the midfielder he is, but this is a little too quick. “But I think when I was growing my hair out the first time I never shaped it, or did styles with it. There was this girl at a restaurant I went to, like, years ago when I was at the beach with my parents who had long natural hair. She had it pulled back in a satin scarf and had like two little front pieces sticking out.” You create the style by gesturing your hands over your head. Sae’s gaze melts, the usual hard line of his mouth settling into something content.

“She was so pretty.” You have a distant look on your face, and Sae doesn’t doubt you have that crystal clear memory in your head. “I wanted to be as pretty as her. But I didn’t really know what to do with my hair, and it has really hot all the time, so I cut it. I think about it all the time though.”

Sae acknowledges your story with a nod. He traces shape of your curls with his finger, careful not to pull too hard. A soft tug elongated the spiral, and then it snapped back.

“Your hair is beautiful,” Sae suddenly spits, making eye contact with you in the mirror. “I liked it when it was short, and it’s pretty now that it’s longer. I don’t know if I ever told you.”

He hasn’t. Not so bluntly, at least. Sae never needs to occupy his hands, so he doesn’t touch your hair at all, ever, but now he coils the strands around his finger like his own personal fidget. Something stupid balloons in you lungs and press hard against your ribcage. Pride, maybe? Love, probably. You twist your neck and the piece of hair slips from his grasp.

“‘Preciate it,” you reply, adopting his casual air to force down your excitement. Sae’s face stays the same though, and he even goes so far as to press a little kiss to your exposed shoulder blade. He must feel the heat of your skin, because a smirk curls across his face. Oh, you could kill him.

“Alright, alright,” you shoo him. “I gotta get to work. This is just the pre-wash, so I’m going to take a minute in here.”

“I could shower,” he says absently, and before you could even protest, Sae is opening the shower door, rearranging products around the wall to make sure your shampoo, conditioner and wide tooth comb are front and center. “It’ll be warm though, and not scalding hot like you like it.”

“Then don’t shower with me.”

The pipes turn on, Sae’s funger’s dipping under the water the check the temperature. “It’s bad for your skin anyways.”

You don’t even mention it. You probably will halfway through when he’s “unknowingly” doing your hair for you, but it could wait.