+++*** RUST WILL SHIVER ***+++ An evening of care, rhythm and collective release. Take your time with this text — the night will take its time with you. This night is opened, held and closed by caretakers, friends and everyone who helps create a space where people can feel seen. Imagine arriving somewhere that immediately feels right: a room where eye contact, a smile, a quiet "welcome" and shared movement remind you that you are not alone. A place to let go, get lost in the music, dance through the dark hours and return to yourself — together with others. We are here for the ambitious, tender and restless parts of us: for the desire to connect, to dissolve, to be affected and to move through intensity without losing care for one another. Between minimal grooves, house, microtonal shifts and Detroit-rooted House to techno, we build a moment of community — sweaty, sensual, alive and present. Come ready to listen, dance, feel and take space. Come ready to respect the space of others. ***+++ The long read: who plays, and why +++*** From minimal to house, through microtonal key shifts and a technoide undertow — Rust will shiver. We open the night with the warm static of two people who have held spaces in Karlsruhe for years. Ceasul & rØreka are true to a scene in which gathering becomes part of building and keeping up structures for music lovers. Both rooted in techno but sampling far more widely, their selection offers a glimpse of what they are rarely booked for: another opening, a new perspective for techno-heads lingering in micro-house, into minimal mind shifts. They hand over to the growing goddess from Offenbach. Self-selected aspiration, microtonal measurements and a deep sense for the vivid sphere of eclectic rhythm. She builds on footsteps in the Rhine-Main scene of Robert Johnson, buerro and Tokonoma — shining bright like the warm morning of a metallic skyline, reflecting big-city vibes in a static, vibrant matter of tinted warmth, through Beton brutality: Manon (Robert Johnson). And then: a duo you do not expect. Not two single sets, but a follow-by — an opening for what brings the heat. On the foggy, glittery stage: genre-fluid static movements from the one and only mojo from Berlin/Cologne. Spiced by a closing from caretaker Townes. Both together are a dream come true for the booking team: torn down and glued back together during a slimming Mojo set at Cologne's famous research event on a Sunday afternoon, lingering in stained-glass soft touches and shakes in an atmosphere of pure pleasure — the time Townes gave to the skies involves the full heart and, for sure, a long-lasting smile at the end. Do not miss this closeness — out of fear of missing out. The warm static and intriguing energy these two selectors provide will hold your breathing for a while. I am sure. Closed by — and close by are the ones ending on Main: the b2b of an old bond between C2 resident da:sypoda, who always felt invited and supported by the soft warmth of house, and spinning Mainz-head Poyu. They met in a bar where both were supported by community-focused booker DomWaits — put together without knowing what to expect. Grand was the falling-apart that night in Schick, and it opened up a collaborative relationship carried through years. Now they get back together on the decks: hilariously happy to be surprised again by each other's groove operations, ending the night with big house tunas. Come eat — we dine and shine. Consent is essential. Ask before touching, check in, respect a "no," and look out for each other. Our caretakers are there if you need support, feel uncomfortable or witness something that does not feel right. * Take your time — this text is long on purpose, because an evening is not a caption and care does not fit into a scroll. * And this line-up is not an accident: the decks tonight are male-read, gathered with intent — these are *men from whom the booker and the inviting resident have received support, and who strengthen the scene by making FLINTA* visible as DJs. * This is not a diplomatic gesture, not the curator's empty words — it is a perspective: artists read as male, turning towards the feminist structures of club culture, and holding that space open. ***+++yours, da:sy