Puppenhouse

Alec Troniq
In a sticky and sweaty club, I am drowning in energy which is not willing to stop. Suddenly the music transforms to dulcet and deep silence. Some discreet melody delivers a particular emotion. Teleporting my mind to a far away place. A deep breathe, a gulp of beer. Butterflies gather within me. Where does this push come from? I am blinded by its invincible control over my mind, it seizes me. Guides me. Leads me back to the dance floor where an erupting array of rhythms and resonance await me. BOOM! It’s back. Our bodies collectively freak out, once again!
My style? No names or labels put on it. It’s brimming with music, emotions, not only a collection of beats and noise. It is founded for and by the love of dance and arises out of limitless musical inspirations. It’s oscillating between Electronica and Tech House, bunched in a moving live performance. I’m constantly searching for the anomalous, striving to deliver euphoric bliss.
It is not a night of glamour nor uniform.
It is not faceless and cannot be foreseen.
It is a performance of variable energy.
It is creation, calling to you, here and now.
It is live.

Gabriel Vitel
I started producing music seriously about 1 1/2 years ago and I haven’t reached a level of perfection so far. I will never. Music doesn’t need to be perfect. Music is something liquid and it always changes into something new. I just want to represent the enthusiasm I feel when making music and listening to it. I try to combine fragments of feelings and memories and give them a structure in form of music, hoping to give the same feeling to other people.