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17/12/2025

They Call Us Freaks

16/12/2025

Here we go! Electro Scavengers in the mix tonight!

15/12/2025

Clap your hands everybody!

12/12/2025

Don’t stop the planet Rock!

05/12/2025

The Electro Scavengers descended onto a dead emerald planet where lightning crawled across the ground like veins. Beneath the surface, their scanners detected rhythm—mechanical, precise, merciless.

They found a facility buried under obsidian steel. Inside, endless assembly lines hissed to life. Chrome endoskeletons hung from rails—skeletal machines wired with pulsing synth-cores, their empty eye sockets flashing in time with a low, predatory bass. Each frame was tuned to absorb sound, converting rhythm into raw power.

As the Scavengers moved deeper, they realized the truth: these machines weren’t just built to fight—they were designed to control the Electro World, overriding free frequencies and enslaving entire civilizations through enforced harmony.

A central chamber revealed thousands more endoskeletons awaiting activation. The room throbbed like a beating heart, growing louder with every second. The Scavengers knew that if the final sequence was completed, no sound in the galaxy would remain free.

With a single glance between them, they overloaded the core using corrupted basslines scavenged from dead star systems. The facility screamed as rhythms shattered, endoskeletons collapsing into sparking silence.

As the planet fractured behind them, the Electro Scavengers escaped—knowing that the facility was only one node in a vast mechanical empire yet to rise.

26/11/2025

Electro Scavengers: Aboard The Electro Enterprise.

The Electro Scavengers roamed the cosmos aboard the Electro Enterprise, a vessel tuned like a living instrument, its engines pulsing in flawless tempo as it tore through centuries and star systems. With every hyperspace jump, reality warped—first unveiling abandoned space stations locked in endless silence, then opening into glowing alien cities alive with color, where music and sound were traded as currency.

They scavenged what others feared to touch: basslines so heavy they warped gravity, shattered synths drifting from civilizations gone silent, and rhythms once used to summon stars or end wars. Each fragment was captured and encrypted in the ship’s core, a vault of sonic relics spanning forgotten pasts and unrealized futures.

When the Electro Enterprise finally turned toward Earth, the planet glowed like a waiting dance floor in the viewport. The crew shared a quiet grin. Mother Earth was about to receive a transmission—vibrations powerful enough to rewrite music, memory, and time itself.

21/11/2025

The Electro Scavengers: Alien Grillz

The Electro Scavengers drifted silently through Space, their cruiser humming with borrowed energy from a dozen stolen civilizations. The Captain stood at the viewport, watching the derelict vessel they had been chasing for hours—a massive, jagged shape of an electro alien ship, pulsing with a dim cobalt glow like a dying heartbeat.

“Power signature is faint,” muttered Karr, the crew's engineer. “But whatever’s inside… It’s awake.”

The Scavengers bridged across, their boots clamping onto alien metal as the airlock hissed open. Inside, the corridors flickered with electrical veins that crawled along the walls like living nerves. The crew moved cautiously, weapons primed, following the shifting blue glow deeper into the ship.

At the core chamber, the lights surged.

And then they saw them.

A mass of alien forms, crouched, layered, and coiled upon each other—like a hive of skeletal silhouettes. Their eyes shimmered like molten circuits, but it was their teeth that stole the breath from the room.

Rows and rows of pure gold teeth, gleaming as though freshly polished, reflecting the blue lightning of the chamber.

The Captain whispered, “Why would an alien species need gold… for teeth?”

A voice crackled through the chamber speakers—ancient, distorted, almost human.

“Gold does not tarnish. Gold does not break. Gold endures… through flesh.”

The aliens stirred, rising as a single living wave. Their golden teeth clacked together with a metallic rhythm, like knives sharpening on stone.

Karr stepped back. “Captain… these things… they’re designed to feed.”

The speaker crackled again.

“Human flesh is soft. Gold is eternal. You are fuel.”

The aliens surged forward, electricity sparking from their limbs as they advanced. But the Electro Scavengers weren’t amateurs—they ignited their plasma coils, blasting the chamber with a surge of counter-energy.

The scavengers retreated towards the corridor, fighting through crackling arcs of alien lightning. Behind them, the gold-toothed swarm screamed in metallic fury.

Rhea slammed the emergency beacon.
“Fall back to the cruiser! Move!”

As they leapt back through the docking tunnel, the alien ship shuddered, its core glowing brighter and brighter—like an awakening sun.

The crew sealed the hatch and blasted away just as the derelict pulsed with a final, ominous flash.

Silence returned to the void.

But the Captain knew the truth as he stared at the lingering blue spark in the distance:

They hadn’t escaped the aliens. They had only survived the introduction.

10/11/2025

04/11/2025

Electro Scavengers: Blood & Chrome

03/10/2025

Get ready! The Electro Scavengers Mix Series is back with a four-part series, dropping a fresh mix every Friday night through Halloween on Tec-troit live @ 9PM. Prepare for an immersive journey into dark, gritty, raw electro sounds.

This week's story: A Nightmare on Electro Street

The city rotted from the inside out. Neon signs still flickered, but no one followed their glow. Everyone knew the sound lived there now—on Electro Street.

It started with a single beat, low and sharp, like a knife dragged against steel. Then it grew. The speakers bled a new rhythm—harsh, mechanical, and inhuman. The frequencies crawled beneath the skin, gnawing into bone. Partygoers froze mid-dance, their eyes glowing like blown circuits, bodies twitching in sync with the corrupted bass.

They say Electro Street is the source—the cursed origin. But no one dares enter, because inside, the dark beat waits, patient, hungry, eager to rewire the last human minds into its endless machine symphony.

The beat keeps hunting, slipping deeper into the grid, hijacking everything with a circuit. There’s nowhere left untouched.

Ultimately, humanity will not succumb to fire or plague.

It’ll fall to that Electro sound.

This is the Nightmare on Electro Street!

Tec-Troit .L.E.C.T.R.O.

24/09/2025

This week's Electro Scavengers Mix Series story.
Every Friday on Tec-troit Live @ 9PM

The Electro Scavengers: Investigate the Sound

In the black gulf of space, the Electro Scavengers tracked a broken signal—an Electro beat twisted and unnatural, calling them deeper.

They found it inside a machine. A vast, skeletal construct drifting like a tomb. It didn’t broadcast sound. It devoured it.

The Anti-Electro Machine awoke, a predator of silence. Every kick, every bassline the Scavengers dropped was swallowed whole, stripped into nothing. The ship shuddered as its decks bled static.

The crew fought anyway—distorting the beat, weaponizing rhythm like a blade. Each drop cut into the machine, forcing sound into the void until its silence cracked.

The machine screamed—an absence louder than noise—before it split apart. From its core, the stolen signal leaked out: a rhythm alien, corrupted, hungry.

The Scavengers had freed it. But as it throbbed in the dark, they realized—this beat wasn’t theirs. It was alive. And it was listening.

.l.e.c.t.r.o.

20/09/2025

The Electro Scavengers: The Lost Beat of Maimi

The Electro Scavengers crash-land on the long-lost Bass Planet of Maimi, a shattered world where sound never died. Neon ruins throb with ancient Sub-bass, skyscrapers crumbled into giant speaker towers.

Deep underground, they discover the Bass Core, a colossal moten turntable still spinning since the golden age of Miami Bass. When they tap its power, the planet awakens: massive Bass Beasts made of living waveforms rise to protect the Core.

Outnumbered, the Scavengers hack the Core to unleash a Resonance Bomb, collapsing the entire planet to a single seismic drop. They barely escape as the world implodes, leaving only silence behind.

In their ship's hold, a glowing pulse. They didn't just recover the sound; they captured the lost Beat of Miami.