Welcome to Ibiza Nocturne in Real Time—your midnight-to-dawn drift through the endless Balearic pulse.
Close your eyes for a moment. Feel the warm limestone still holding the day’s heat underfoot. Hear the distant lap of waves folding into limestone coves, the soft sequencer heartbeat threading through salt air thick with jasmine and possibility. This isn’t a playlist; it’s a state of mind, a slow orbit where anything can slide in next—guitar lines sun-bleached and lazy, Rhodes chords sighing like lovers, saxophones tasting of ripe fruit, thunder rumbling low like a bass drop that never quite lands.
No rules, no hurry—just the freedom to play whatever feels right, whatever pulls us deeper into the glow.
So pour something cold, let the terrace doors stay open, and allow the island to breathe through the speakers.
Heat clings. Salt air slides across skin like liquid mercury. Waves fold in slow motion below white limestone cliffs, each crest catching moonlight then releasing it in silver fragments. Feet bare on warm tile, toes curling against the uneven surface of the terrace. Soft clicks, gentle hi-hats like distant rain on palm leaves. The body knows the rhythm before the mind catches up. Eyelids heavy, yet vision sharpens: climbing plants spilling purple over whitewashed walls, a gecko frozen mid-scurry, the faint glow of a cigarette held by someone on the next balcony.
Sky bruises suddenly violet. Wind arrives carrying wet jasmine. Palm leaves thrash like flags in surrender. Lightning veins the horizon, silent at first, then thunder rolls in low and lazy, a bassline dragged across sand. Rain starts in fat isolated drops—plop against shoulder, plop on forehead—then accelerates into white noise. Clothes stick, cool now, hair plastered in dark ropes. Laughter erupts from somewhere down the path, bodies running toward shelter yet not quite reaching it. The storm plays percussion on terracotta roofs, syncopated, teasing. Feet splash through shallow rivers forming on flagstones. Lightning again—everything bleached white for an instant: grinning faces, raised arms, open mouths catching rain.
Dawn arrives soft, apologetic. Coffee steam curls upward, mingling with sea mist. A spoon clinks against porcelain, slow circles. Yesterday’s salt still crusts at the hairline. Someone hums off-key, half-remembered melody from the night before. Sandals slap gently along the road to the bakery; the same dog waits at the same corner, tail sweeping dust. Oranges roll across a wooden table, bright against sun-bleached grain. A child pedals past on a too-big bicycle, bell ringing once, twice. The day unfolds without hurry—linen drying on a line, shadows lengthening then shortening again, voices overlapping in three languages over cold beer at noon.
Moonlight pours through open shutters, pooling silver on the tiled floor. A woman stands at the balcony rail, backlit, hair moving slightly even though the air feels still. Her silhouette curves like the bay below. Bass notes glide beneath skin, warm and low, traveling up the spine. She turns, face half in shadow, eyes reflecting distant boat lights. The room smells of amber and sea-damp cotton. Fingers trail along the edge of a glass tabletop, leaving faint streaks. Somewhere a Rhodes piano sighs, chords stretching like taffy. Time becomes elastic—minutes stretch into hours, hours collapse into seconds. She smiles at nothing in particular, at everything.
Guitar line slinks in, lazy and sunburned. Bass rides underneath like warm current pulling at your ankles. Drums tap out a rhythm that feels remembered rather than played. A dirt road curves toward the sea, dust rising in golden clouds behind the scooter. Hair whips, eyes half-closed against the glare. Radio crackles—old soul, Thai funk, something wordless and ecstatic. Hills roll past dotted with white cubes of houses, each one a tiny promise of shade. Madness here is gentle: the urge to stop the bike, kick off sandals, walk straight into turquoise water without thinking.
Waves hush against hull. Boat rocks in cradle of its own making. Stars above, are reflected below—two skies mirrored. Voice low, over soaring strings. “And then you came…” the phrase hangs. Wind carries salt spray across lips. Hand dips into black water, trailing phosphorescence. The sentence never completes; it does not need to. Night folds around the moment like warm cotton.
Vinyl crackles before the beat drops. Disco hi-hat opens a door to last summer. Memory arrives in flashes: wet footprints across marble, empty bottles glinting in morning light, a dress left draped over a chair. The groove pulls backward and forward at once. Laughter echoes in the mind’s empty rooms. Someone dances alone on a terrace, arms raised, eyes closed. The track loops inside the skull, familiar yet always slightly different.
Colors have temperature. Saxophone line tastes of ripe mango. Bass drum thump registers behind the navel. Fingers see sound—rippling outward in peach and violet waves. The body becomes an instrument: skin vibrates with congas, spine curves to the flute’s arc. Synapses fire in citrus bursts. A hand brushes another hand; contact blooms into marimba shimmer. Everything touches everything else.
Voice soft, almost speaking. Worth it. The phrase drifts across still water. Guitar figures loop like vines climbing trellis. A cigarette burns down between fingers, ash falling unnoticed. Moon path on the sea leads nowhere and everywhere. The question answers itself in the swaying of fronds, in the slow blink of harbor lights.
Curtains billow inward on salt breeze. Room empty except for the bed, the fan turning overhead, the low throb of sub-bass through floorboards. Headphones on, world reduced to stereo field. Eyes closed: pink stucco villa, infinity pool spilling into horizon, no one else present. This privacy feels devotional. Keys ripple like water disturbed by a falling frangipani blossom. Paradise requires no witnesses.
Trumpet cries once, clean and bright, then fades into reverb tail. Memory arrives wearing her perfume—jasmine, sunscreen, something metallic underneath. The feeling sits in the chest like a held chord. No words, only the shape of her laugh caught in the bell of the horn. Night air cools; gooseflesh rises along forearms. Love remains, quiet now, stored in minor key.
Voice floats, weightless. “I am the sun, you are the moon.” The line hangs between them like a silver thread. Drums brush soft across cymbals. Sunrise bleeds pink at the edge of the world. Two bodies lie tangled in white sheets, breathing in counterpoint. Light touches skin, turns it gold. The moon lingers, pale and stubborn, refusing to leave quite yet. Everything is orbit. Everything is pull. The track drifts on, carrying them both into morning.
Virtual mixtape radio for the sonically adventurous. 20 artists. Drops about three times a week. No schedule, just a passion for independent music.
Good evening, or morning, or whatever sliver of the clock you’ve managed to carve out for yourself. This is Trev’s Virtual Cassette Library, episode one hundred and seventy-seven. I’m Trevor, sitting here with a stack of tapes that feel heavier than they ought to, and a vague sense that the world outside might have moved on without telling us.
We’re dealing with a virtual cassette, two sides as tradition demands, twenty artists in total, the kind of selection that drifts between ambient drifts, darkwave edges, neoclassical touches, drone meditations, some post-rock undercurrents, a bit of hauntology perhaps, and the occasional flicker of something more abstract or collage-like. Places crop up too: London, Barcelona, Cheltenham, Stroud, Berlin, Hamburg, Manchester, Glasgow, a scattering across North Carolina, Portland, Vancouver, Toronto, even the Bahamas and Tallinn. The map doesn’t stay still.
The longest track we’ll hear is “Lost in the Morning” by On Idyl, stretching out across the open air like it has nowhere else to be. The shortest is “Heartspace” by Heaven Topology, brief enough to feel like a held breath.
Just before we dive in I need your help with a new show I’m putting together. I need stories about music that changed something in your life. A direction, a decision, a realisation. It’ll be the most important music of all time while I promote you as a fan, artist, label curator, mum, dad, whatever you like. If you don’t have a story which is highly unlikely maybe you know of someone who does. Let’s make something special together.
Now back to the show. Side A begins with a couple of exclusive tracks to catch your interest.
First, from Lo Recordings, Haiku Salut & Meg Morley with “Laugh and cricket” – a delicate weave of piano and field recordings that evokes summer evenings where insects compete with human laughter, gentle and unhurried. from the upcoming album – The Lost Score – dropping on Lo Recordings on 27 march.
Haiku Salut & Meg Morley – Laugh and cricket.
Next that other exclusive. f5point6, on See Blue Audio, “432 Hz (Remastered)” – tuned to that frequency people chase for calm, layered synths unfolding slowly, remastered to let the harmonics breathe properly. 432 Hz from the album retrospect with drops on the 13 Feb.
f5point6 – 432 Hz (Remastered).
Time Rival now, “Deleter” from the 45 track Murmurs in the Mist compilation which I released back in November. Don’t forget to get your entries in for the next outing before the end of March. Anyway This is Time Rivals Deleter – a quiet deletion of boundaries, soft electronics that erase the line between memory and the present.
Time Rival – Deleter.
NOUVELLES LECTURES COSMOPOLITES with “La chute des dominos” from Jaculus Jaculus ou neuf instantanés pittoresques de la vie trépidante de la gerboise des steppes Jaculus jaculus or nine picturesque snapshots of the hectic life of the desert jerboa– tumbling motifs, playful yet precise, like dominoes falling in a French steppe wind.
NOUVELLES LECTURES COSMOPOLITES – La chute des dominos.
Now here’s that piece you could easily hold a breath to. Heaven Topology, “Heartspace” from Describer on Ingrown Records.– interior spaces opening outward, warm tones suggesting a place where the heart expands without apology. A very underrated release from last August.
Heaven Topology – Heartspace.
Now we’re off to the Bahamas which is not often on the show. pjpriiincess, “my teeth crush bones” – from the NYP album my teeth crack diamonds my teeth crush bones. raw, visceral, crunching through the surface into something primal and glittering.
pjpriiincess – my teeth crush bones.
Now a friend of the show. and one of the longer pieces this episode. Masefield Labs, “Station Keeping” from his latest album Shaded Escapes released just a few days ago. Big thank you John for the mention in the album notes. holding position in shifting currents, steady pulses beneath drifting layers.
Masefield Labs – Station Keeping.
zerosummer is the alter ego of Paolo Taviano, Italian musician. Here he is with “Nebula” from The Blue Hours on the wonderful Driftworks label. – cosmic drift, haze of stars forming and dissolving in slow motion.
zerosummer – Nebula.
Next a fantastic label that I do hope you’re all supporting. Uppsala, Sweden based, Passed Records. This next track and two more on the B side are from NYP compilations of artists they’ve released in 2025 so go get them now. G!GA LURGH, “Ambient Jam #1 (Previously YouTube Exclusive)” from The Passed Year 2025 on Passed Recordings – loose, exploratory, the kind of jam that happened once and lingers.
G!GA LURGH – Ambient Jam #1 (Previously YouTube Exclusive).
The penultimate track on side a from three artists who are fantastic in they’re own realms and just as great combined. Bahrambient, Retland, Kilometre Club with “Under Open Skies” from Cloud Paths – vast skies, gentle progression, open and unconfined in a small package.
Bahrambient, Retland, Kilometre Club – Under Open Skies.
And closing Side A, and a track that closes the compilation release it came from. Emanuele Errante, “Permanent Sunset” from Islas Calm Cloud, on whitelabrecs – eternal dusk, warm glow that refuses to fade completely.
Emanuele Errante – Permanent Sunset.
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Side B, then.
Now a piece of my own. Trevlad now, “Glare Belonged Reaction” from TVCL-07 – reaction to too much light, refracted and softened.
Trevlad – Glare Belonged Reaction.
Next from the outstanding Hamburg based label Bureau B. Kreidler, “Im Betrieb (IV)” from Early Recordings 1994-95 – mechanical yet human, rhythms from the factory floor turned inward.
Kreidler – Im Betrieb (IV).
This next track has its own music video which if you like jelly you should check out. Crank up the volume and massage those neck muscles with Clark, “Civilians” from Steep Stims – everyday lives caught in electronic undertow, subtle distortions.
Clark – Civilians.
Pandacetamol, “Simply Pour” from Below the Surface on Mahorka – liquid motion, pouring without end, calm acceptance. A recommended Mahorka release from last November.
Pandacetamol – Simply Pour.
Next, as mentioned, another track from the Passed Recordings label and Ed Herbers, “The Moon (How Bright It Is)” from The Ghost of Christmas Passed. – lunar observation, bright and distant.
Ed Herbers – The Moon (How Bright It Is).
We follow this with another track from that other compilation on the same label. This is On Idyl, “Lost in the Morning (from The Fecund Wood)” here from The Passed Year 2025 on Passed Recordings – morning disorientation in fertile woods, gentle confusion.
On Idyl – Lost in the Morning (from The Fecund Wood).
and now an old friend of the channel Apta, “Shivers” from Apta Live Aviva Studios Manchester 04-12-25 – live capture, shivers running through the room in Manchester.
Apta – Shivers.
Next, for the penultimate number we head to Austin, Texas and artist Devras Plexi, “Relational” from Paradigm 10 Year Label Sampler on Glasgow label Bricolage – connections drawn in sound, relational fields.
Devras Plexi – Relational.
And now, as the tape hisses to its end, a few words before the silence returns. Thanks for staying with it. These transmissions aren’t built for crowds, and neither, perhaps, are we. I’ll be back when the next cassette arrives or the mood shifts—whichever feels less predictable. No fixed schedule, no grand announcements. Support the artists if any of this stayed with you—buy the music, share their names quietly. You can stream this one on Mixcloud for a week or so, links and credits at trevor.se, or in the usual places. Comments are welcome, though silence has its own merits. And finally, Tallinn, Estonia based artist Paul Beaudoin with “to hold you safe” from 1514 Lee Street – a quiet promise held close. Minimal ambient at it’s finest. Until the next fragment of time overlaps with ours—stay resonant, stay expansive, let the sounds find their way. Paul Beaudoin – to hold you safe. Cheerio…
Virtual 90 minute mixtapes for the sonically adventurous. 30 artists, two 45 minute sets. A spoken intro followed by music only show. Drops about three times a week. No schedule, just a passion for independent music.
“Hello, I’m Trevor, and this is episode one‑five‑nine of the Virtual Cassette Library. Today’s theme is Twist Fondest Waffle—which, as usual, is both the track you’re hearing underneath and a location you can find on a map, if you’re the sort who enjoys chasing coordinates on What3Words. We’ve got ninety minutes ahead—two sides, fifteen tracks each. Some names you’ll know, some you won’t, and that’s half the fun. We begin with Arbee & Norvik drifting through a Montréal alleyway, Bary Center disappearing into the trees, and Pocket Lint reminding us that we grow through our friends. There’s a rise‑in‑love from micca, diamond‑cracking teeth from pjpriiincess, and a new sun courtesy of GODTET. Now then, starting back on episode 156, there’s a little cipher game running through the series. Each episode, during the intermission, you’ll hear a number. Scribble it down. After ten episodes, you’ll have the full sequence. Put the pieces together, crack the cipher, and you’ll unlock a code that knocks ninety‑five percent off anything on my Bandcamp page. Which means you can scoop up the whole discography for about two quid. It’s not meant to be difficult—just enough to keep you awake at night wondering if you’ll get it right. Later on, we’ll hear winter choruses from Unruly Disturbance, a 2025 remaster from Ian Boddy & Chris Carter, and a snowy Christmas‑Eve vignette from On Idyl. Leisure Prison gives us another living space, Tim Story offers a dust bale hole, and Clearways pings us exactly once before Michael D. Tidwell closes the A side. On the flip side, Tapemoth brings entropy, Marie dissolves into a Bahrambient remix, and IKSRE gives us granite from Imaginary North. There’s cartography from Droning Cats with NRV, Italian library breaks from Modern Sound Quartet, and a fading coordinate from Grant Beasley. Roedelius appears, as he often does, like a quiet blessing. I’ve slipped in one of my own—Another Oddly Screamed—before Floating Points and Raphah carry us gently to the end. It’s ambient, kosmische, wintery, slightly haunted, and occasionally festive in a sideways sort of way. The sort of thing you might stumble across late at night on a shortwave dial, wondering if you imagined it. So—headphones on, let time dissolve, and let the music claim you. First track up: Arbee & Norvik, Dans une ruelle, suite…”
“Evening all. Episode one-four-seven of the Virtual Cassette Library. Subtitled Remodel Taster Visitor. That’s the track you can hear underneath, and, oddly enough, it’s also a location you can find on a map. I filmed it—up on YouTube if you’re curious.” “I’m Trevor. Bringing you ninety minutes, two virtual sides, forty-five minutes each. Fifteen tracks per set. No chatter, no interruptions. Just the music, rolling on like a festival stage that turns—one act fading, another coming into view.” This episode has a heavy dose of kraut vibes from the amazing Bureau B labels must have compilation silberland vol 3 the ambient side of kosmische musik 1972-1986. ” New friends joining us, Revok, Underneath Oceans and Delia Ra. familiar names including, Sons of Faust, Field Lines Cartographer, Lo Five, Patrick R. Pärk and more. labels like Audiobulb, Triplicate Records, Third Kind Records, Mahorka, Batov Records and Ingrown Records keeping the whole thing alive. They’re the soul of the show, really. Also exclusives from Dubberrookie who sent me two tracks for the upcoming compilation Resonances From The Depths. They’re both great but I present you with the track Diving for Whales here. As well as an upcoming release on the wonderful Lunar Modul CD imprint label of Castles in Space with a track by Lo Five from his upcoming album Superdank” “If you’d like to be part of these missions, send your work to trevlad@gmail.com. Track links are at trevor.se, and marked in the Mixcloud timeline. The eighth TVCL album is on Bandcamp for pre-order—it drops when we hit sixteen tracks. And the second compilation, Resonances from the Depths, is under construction, get involved send in your damp entries.” “Every comment, every like, every subscription keeps the frequencies flowing. So—headphones on, let time dissolve, and let the music claim you.”
Welcome, sonic wanderers. You’ve arrived at Episode 135 of The Virtual Cassette Library. Evoked Slide Clear is the episodes subtitle, as well as the track you’re hearing in the background and it’s geographical location which I’ve filmed and can be experienced on YouTube. I’m Trevor and I curate these 90-minute genre bending drifts through frequencies from around the globe. No commentary. No interruptions. Just pure sonic immersion. Two, 45 minute mixes, 15 tracks per side with a side change in the middle. Picture the listening experience like being at a music festival where the artists play on a rotating stage. Each act is allotted the time for their piece and as it ends the next act takes over rotating into view. Styles for this episode include cinematic soundscapes, space music, vaporwave, free jazz, dungeon synth and many more. The musical keys in focus are G and E minor. Today’s outing contains an exclusive track from Italian artist M. Beckmann a.k.a. The Volume Settings Folder with a track from upcoming album Corporate Shamanism dropping on the 22nd of November via the unsurpassed whitelabrecs label. If you’d like to be included on future episodes send your art to trevlad@gmail.com. Links to all the tracks are illuminated at trevor.se and marked in each episode’s Mixcloud timeline. Pre-order the 7th TVCL album on Bandcamp. It drops when we hit 16 tracks. Subscribe and unlock 864 archived shows. Remember, every comment, every like, every follow, subscription and, album purchase keeps the frequencies flowing. So now—secure those headphones. Let time dissolve, and let the frequencies claim you.
Welcome, wanderers of the waveform… You’ve just tuned into Trevor’s Virtual Cassette Library, Episode 111—titled Area Vent Clutter. Yes, that’s ///area.vent.clutter—your metaphysical coordinates for today’s transmission. This is not just a mix. It’s a 90-minute sonic pilgrimage. Designed for walking meditations, mental meanderings, or quiet communion with the cosmos. No commentary. No interruptions. Just pure, uninterrupted signal. At the halfway mark, expect a metaphysical flip—a shift in the current. Let it carry you. 💌 Want to be part of the transmission? Send your vibrations, visuals, or sonic offerings to trevlad@gmail.com. Purchase paths are always illuminated at trevor.se and marked at the top of each show. 🎶 Support the signal: Pre-order the 5th Virtual Cassette Library album on Bandcamp. Once we hit 16 tracks and 16 Mixcloud subscribers, the portal opens. Subscribe at https://www.mixcloud.com/djsofabed/subscribe/ Unlock an extra track, access the archive—830+ shows for just $3/month or your local equivalent.
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Welcome to Trevor’s Virtual Cassette Library episode 105 A 90-minute musical journey. This episode is a deep dive into the magnetic hiss of memory, the shimmer of modular synths, and the emotional resonance of modern composition. woven together into two, uninterrupted, 45 minute adventures. There is a metaphysical flip at the halfway mark. A lovingly warped mixtape of ambient meditations, experimental electronics, and genre-fluid explorations. The shows are designed for a long walk, a mental wander, or a quiet moment alone with the universe.
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🚀✨ Welcome to Trevor’s Virtual Cassette Library 086. Trevor here—transmitting once again from the fog-fringed sanctuary of Sollentuna, Sweden. Welcome aboard episode 086 of Trevor’s Virtual Cassette Library, your sonic vessel for deep immersion and metaphysical resonance. Today, we drift through a 90-minute odyssey: a two-sided portal cut into time, perfect for long twilight walks, candlelit notebooks, and cosmic solitude. At the halfway mark, the tape flips—and so might your perspective. 🌀 Our astral sponsors today include the tone keepers of Whitelabrecs, Batov Records, rohs! records, Driftworks, Downstream Records, Mahorka, and Audiobulb—labels that keep the spiritual machinery oiled and humming. Featured artists lending their frequencies to the air: 🎴 Warmfield, Sons Of Faust, and Patrick R. Pärk. Special blessings to James at Viaduct Promotions for the Jamie Lidell offering, to Graham Thorpe and Plank Tone for kind echoes on episode 085, and to aeon music and ray of hope 858—for lighting torches in the archive. 🎶 This episode holds a single shimmering exclusive track by Adrian Lane—“Swallowed by the World,” from the album Where Once We Danced. Born from BBC Radio 3 whispers and strung across piano, strings, and eroded collages, Adrian’s newest work is a timeworn spell—a mist-cloaked remembrance written in chords and texture. It’s his most classical offering yet, tempered by ambient edge and handcrafted melancholy. Alongside Adrian’s piece, the forest grows deeper with sonic threads from: Noctyrn, Jiri Jiri, Warmfield, Trevlad, Michele Di Martino, Bryan Rohmer, Jamie Lidell, Sons Of Faust, Andrew Heath, Mark Ellery Griffiths, Fabio Keiner, BVSMV, Bowing, Jeff Gburek, Patrick R. Pärk, Eje Eje, LOULA YORKE, Rival Consoles, Wilfried Hanrath, and Marc Neys. No spoken interludes from me—this transmission breathes in uninterrupted form. Speak through the timeline, whisper in the comments. I’ll be listening. 🛠️ Purchase links are carved into each episode’s opening minutes or etched on the homepage: trevor.se 🌀 Artists and labels—send your offerings to: trevlad@gmail.com So Now, Prepare for immersion. Secure those headphones. Let time dissolve, and let the frequencies claim you. 🚀✨
Welcome to the fourth outing of Expansive Waves . A space and a place for long form music. Each episode contains 8 pieces that must be over the 12 minute mark. I’m Trevor and I’ll be guiding you through these landscapes. An immersive journey into expansive soundscapes if you will. The Observatory Opens Welcome, wanderers. Now we gather in a hushed celestial chamber where frequencies bloom like night flowers and time slips quietly sideways. Each track is not merely heard—it’s stepped into, like a half-remembered dream or a threshold carved in sound. Come closer… The door is already open.