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Rites of Loops - Sunwaker (offical video full HD)

Dunkelstrom strikes back!

After the success of "Adam Qadamon - Put it in the box" we are reaching back again to pronounce "Rites of Loops" has a new label: DunkelStrom. In order to celebrate this occasion, we are publishing the first track called "Sunwaker" which is taken from the upcoming album "Rituals" that will be among our releases soon.

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Adam Qadamon - Put it in box (offical promo video HD)

I was there, when Eons ruled the world and for now, I am back. So that is why my age is a million of years and also not even 5. That's the way how Adam Qadamon would possibly answer if you would ask him about his age. But one thing is certainly true: Adam made an unmatchable start-up into the arts- and music-scenery throughout the last 5 years. The all-rounder Adam Qadamon just hit it off as he danced inside the shadows of the fine arts where his omnipresence could be felt despite his concealment. He's able to yell aloud without making the slightest sound just by his mere presence. Same thing about the brutal street- and performance artist that he is. As of his music, his works will shake your legs with a decent minimalism that expands to the max. So today, Dunkelstrom pronounces that after one year of making contact, we finally won Adam Qadamon for our label and together we will stand for a new beginning. His work becomes reloaded!

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Merci!

Salut, bon c' cool tout sa !!! bon continuAson!!! A+

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Ok, sa marche, je te souhaite une bonne cont_in_A_son ! A + Merci

Merci pour ton comm ! Sa va sinon?  Tu te mé kan au hardcore ! lol  A+

Merci pour ton comm ! Sa va sinon?  Tu te mé kan au hardcore ! lol  A+