Available now via:
• Dispatch Store - http://bit.ly/2JimOvL
• Bandcamp - https://bit.ly/DIS161BC
• All other stores - https://fanlink.to/DIS161

Quadrant & Iris make a welcome return to Dispatch with a 3 track release, featuring a collaboration with Codebreaker and a remix from Sixfour. 

‘Stoic’ takes its name from the Greek philosophical tradition of Stoicism, which encourages resilience in the face of a world and events that we’re unable to control. The last 4 years (and the last year in particular) have been difficult for many people, During this time, the US based couple Quadrant & Iris saw creating music like this as a defiant act. Something they ‘can’ control.

Codebreaker joins the pair for ‘Instinct’ as the talented lyricist and MC defines the authenticity he holds as key to the sound we love at Dispatch. Throughout his many years working within the scene he has seen it change but always return to the underground, choosing instinct over fabrication.

1. "Stoic" - Quadrant & Iris
2. "Instinct" - Quadrant, Iris & Codebreaker
3. "Calculated Risk (Sixfour Remix)" - Quadrant & Iris

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Artist(s) Soundcloud page(s):
Quadrant → https://soundcloud.com/quadrant
Iris → https://soundcloud.com/iris
Codebreaker → https://soundcloud.com/codebreakerfathom

Stoic / Instinct (ft. Codebreaker) / Calculated Risk (Sixfour Remix)

Available here

Quadrant & Iris  - Calculated Risk (Sixfour Remix) - Dispatch Recordings 161 - OUT NOW

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.            “It’s not like I’m using,” Case heard someone say, as he shouldered his way through the crowd around the door of the Chat. “It’s like my body’s developed this massive drug deficiency.” It was a Sprawl voice and a Sprawl joke. The Chatsubo was a bar for professional expatriates; you could drink there for a week and never hear two words in Japanese.            Ratz was tending bar, h is prosthetic arm jerking monotonously as he filled a tray of glasses with draft Kirin. He saw Case and smiled, his teeth a webwork of East European steel and brown decay. Case found a place at the bar, between the unlikely tan on one of Lonny Zone’s whores and the crisp naval uniform of a tall African whose cheekbones were ridged with precise rows of tribal scars. “Wage was in her early, with two joeboys,” Ratz said, shoving a draft across the bar with his good hand. “Maybe some business with you, Case?”            Case shrugged. The girl to his right giggled and nudged him.            The bartender’s smile widened. His ugliness was the stuff of legend. In an age of affordable beauty, there was something heraldic about his lack of it. The antique arm whined as he reached for another mug. It was a Russian military prosthesis, a seven-function force-feedback manipulator, cased in grubby pink plastic. “You are too much the artiste, Herr Case.” Ratz grunted; the sound served him as laughter. He scratched his overhang of white-shirted belly with the pink claw. “You are the artiste of the slightly funny deal.”            “Sure,” Case said, and sipped his beer. “Somebody’s gotta be funny around here. Sure the fuck isn’t you.”            The whore’s giggle went up an octave.            “Isn’t you either, sister. So you vanish, okay? Zone, he’s a close personal friend of mine.”            She looked Case in the eye and made the softest possible spitting sound, her lips barely moving. But she left.            “Jesus,” Case said, “what kinda creepjoint you running here? Man can’t have a drink?”            “Ha,” Ratz said, swabbing the scarred wood with a rag, “Zone shows a percentage. You I let work here for entertainment value.”            As Case was picking up his beer, one of those strange instants of silence descended, as though a hundred unrelated conversations had simultaneously arrived at the same pause. Then the whore’s giggle rang out, tinged with certain hysteria.            Ratz grunted. “An angel has passed.”            “The Chinese,” bellowed a drunken Australian, “Chinese bloody invented nerve-splicing. Give me the mainland for a nerve job any day. Fix you right, mate…;”            “Now that,” Case said to his glass, all his bitterness suddenly rising in him like bile, “that is so much bullshit.”             The Japanese had already forgotten more neurosurgery than the Chinese had ever known. The black clinics of Chiba were the cutting edge, whole bodies of technique supplanted monthly, and still they couldn’t repair the damage he’d suffered in that Memphis hotel.            A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he’d taken and the corners he’d cut in Night City, and still he’d see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void…;The Sprawl was a long strange way home over the Pacific now, and he was no console man, no cyberspace cowboy. Just another hustler, trying to make it through. But the dreams came on in the Japanese night like livewire voodoo, and he’d cry for it, cry in his sleep, and wake alone in the dark, curled in his capsule in some coffin hotel, his hands clawed into the bedslab, temperfoam bunched between his fingers, trying to reach the console that wasn’t there.             “I saw your girl last night,” Ratz said, passing Case his second Kirin.            “I don’t have one,” he said, and drank.            “Miss Linda Lee.”            Case shook his head.            “No girl? Nothing? Only biz, friend artiste? Dedication to commerce?” The bartender’s small brown eyes were nested deep in wrinkled flesh. “I think I liked you better, with her. You laughed more. Now, some night, you get maybe too artistic; you wind up in the clinic tanks, spare parts.”            “You’re breaking my heart, Ratz.” He finished his beer, paid and left, high narrow shoulders hunched beneath the rainstained khaki nylon of his windbreaker. Threading his way through the Ninsei crowds, he could smell his own stale sweat.             Case was twenty-four. At twenty-two, he’d been a cowboy, a rustler, one of the best in the Sprawl. He’d been trained by the best, by McCoy Pauley and Bobby Quine, legends in the biz. He’d operated on an almost permanent adrenaline high, a byproduct of youth and proficiency, jacked into a custom cyberspace deck hat projected his disembodied consciousness into the consensual hallucination that was the matrix. A their, he’d worked for other, wealthier thieves, employers who provided the exotic software required to penetrate the bright walls of corporate systems, opening windows into rich fields of data.            He’s made the classic mistake, the one he’s sworn he’d never make. He stole from his employers. He kept something for himself and tried to move it through a fence in Amsterdam. He still wasn’t sure how he’d been discovered, not that it mattered now. He’d expected to die, then but they only smiled. Of course he was welcome, they told him, welcome to the money. And he was going to need it. Because––still smiling––they were going to make sure he never worked again.            They damaged his nervous system with a wartime Russian mycotoxin.            Strapped to a bed in a Memphis hotel, his talent burning out micron by micron, he hallucinated for thirty hours.            The damage was minute, subtle, and utterly effective.            For Case, who’d lived for the bodiless exultation of cyberspace, it was the Fall. In the bars he’d frequented as a cowboy hotshot, the elite stance involved a certain relaxed contempt for the flesh. The body was meat. Case fell into the prison of his own flesh.             His total assets were quickly converted to New Yen, a fat sheaf of the old paper currency that circulated endlessly through the closed circuit of the world’s black markets like the seashells of the Trobriand islanders. It was difficult to transact legitimate business with cash in the Sprawl; in Japan, it was already illegal.            In Japan, he’d known with a clenched and absolute certainty, he’d find his cure. In Chiba. Either in a registered clinic or in the shadowland of black medicine. Synonymous with implants, nerve-splicing, and microbionics, Chiba was a magnet for the Sprawl’s techno-criminal subcultures.            In Chiba, he’d watched his New Yen vanish in a two-month round of examinations and consultations. The men in the black clinics, his last hope, had admired the expertise with which he’d been maimed, and then slowly shaken their heads.            Now he slept in the cheapest coffins, the ones nearest the port, beneath the quartz-halogen floods that lit the docks all night like vast stages; where you couldn’t see the lights of Tokyo for the glare of the television sky, not even the towering hologram logo of the Fuji Electric Company, and the Tokyo Bay was a black expanse where gulls wheeled above drifting shoals of white styrofoam. Behind the port lay the city, factory domes dominated by the vast cubes of corporate arcologies. Port and city were divided by a narrow borderland of older streets, an area with no official name. Night City, with Ninsei its heart. By day, the bars down Ninsei were shuttered and featureless, the neon dead, the holograms inert, waiting, under the poisoned silver sky. --Reprinted from Neuromancer by William Gibson by permission of Berkley, a member of Penguin Putnam Inc. Copyright © 1984, William Gibson. All rights reserved. This excerpt, or any parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission. 
Hooked on the rush from each time i play in front of magical people.
Deep minimalist.

booking : jakubxbooking@gmail.com

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member of Organic Beatz crew 

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"Niemand ist mehr Sklave, als der sich für frei hält, ohne es zu sein."

J.W. Goethe

DJ | Vocalist | Radio Host | Writer 
Bookings & enquiries: d-vox@hotmail.com

OUT NOW: Winkar, Save The Robots, Daniela Rhodes & Guss Saxx - Around The World on Disco Freak Recs. https://www.beatport.com/release/around-the-world-original-mix-ft-guss-sax/4969511

OUT NOW: @chrisyorkmusic & Daniela Rhodes - 'Sacrifice', as feat. on Sunset Garden from @kraftedofficial.  go.protonradio.com/r/rl8VdjdEtFMb
 
OUT NOW: @dunkmellowd & Daniela Rhodes                                                  'Dancing With The Stars' on @rgmusicrecords https://www.beatport.com/release/dancing-with-the-stars/4940688

Gigs & Guest Sets 2020/23/24

26.08 - B2B with ShadyLady @ Shine879, Essex
27.06.2024 - Prog Epidemic @ Saturo Sounds, USA
31.08 - We Love OldSkool Fest, Bristol
09.06 - Mixpub Radio, UK
27.02 - Paul Sawyer's 30 Yrs A DJ Party, DI.FM
14.01.23 - Global Language Prsnts: Lange, BMTH
31.12 - NYE @ Thirsty's Sports Bar, BMTH
27.08 - Cocktail Party @ Quay Inn, Wareham
14.05 - Beach Club @ Aruba, Bmouth
01.04.22 - Global Language: Space Bros, BMTH
26.02.22 - Krafted: Matt Fax @ The Vault, BMTH
18.12 - Krafted Radio @ DJ Shop, SOTON
03.09 - B'mth Revival @ Horsemen, BMTH
14-16.05 - MH Matters, MIND Fundraiser, Herts.
11.03 - Cadenza, AATM Radio
23.02 - Lost Lounge @ Love Summer Radio
30.01 - LyfeTV, CAN
15.01.21 - RadioStudioHouse, ITA
21.11.20 - Findike Recs Show, CosmosRadio, BER
23.06.20 - Changing Faces Radio, UK/IBIZA/MEX/USA

D-Vox AKA Daniela Rhodes first touched the wheels of steel over 20 years ago, with the purchase of her Technics 1200s back in 2002. She's supported Judge Jules, Seb Fontaine, Sunscream & Brandon Block, has played at some top venues and events including MOS, Es Paradis, Logic Fest and Soundwave Fest, and has shared the bill with craft masters Matt Fax, Frankie Wah, Junior Jack, John00Fleming, MarkEG, Space Brothers, and Cristian Varella, amongst others.

From mixing hard dance in her bedroom inspired by Tiesto, and through the heavy influence of her music loving parents, Daniela competently and passionately delivers multi-genre DJ sets ranging from feel-good disco right through to the deepest, darkest techno, and has gained a wealth of experience as an artist since her music journey began.

D-Vox is also a versatile vocalist and, since her days of singing old school garage classics into her hair brush with a dream of one day becoming a singer, she has developed a unique ability to accompany instrumentals within her glowing, multi-genre sets with her impressive live vocals.

Daniela is steadily becoming recognised for her skills in the studio as well as on stage and has worked with many respected artists including Philth, JP Lantieri, Xspance, Fractal Architect, ACAY, MellowD, Monsieur Pluspetit, Sweet LA, Collate, Audioglider, J Luada, Matt Black & Chris Sterio, Somar Nomar, Findike, Dolby D, Martyn Nytram, Mogi Wa Wa, Doppelstern, Stu Chapman, Joey Fehrenbach, Col Lawton, to name a few.

Her collaborative releases span across a multitude of highly acclaimed labels including Bonzai Progressive, Superfreq, Dispatch Recs, Upon You, Morphosis, Krafted, Cinematique, RG Music, Big Speaker, Zulu Recs, Modus Vivendi Records, HoTL Records, Stripped Music, ARRVL, DeepDownDirty, Flemcy Music, and many more.

Daniela's collaborations have also seen some mighty remixes by powerhouse producers inclusing Mr.C, Nichols, David Leckenby, Focus FL, Zstimer & WRU, Simon Harris, WLSN, Nostromos, KETNO and Konvic.

Daniela hosted her live show 'D-Vox & Guests' on Bournmouth’s Afro*disiac Radio for 5 years before making the hard decision to step away from radio to focus on collaboration projects. She's also aired popular shows on Southampton's Voice FM and Germany's Progressive Beats Radio between 2015-16. Her 3-month residency at a luxury Ozen By Atmosphere resort in Maldives was a highlight in 2017, and she spent the next few years that followed laying her foundations in Ibiza and Aiya Napa, performing at top night spots with Parasol Collective, ANHP, and Voice FM.

D-Vox has made many guest appearances on nationwide radio stations, including London’s legendary LifeFM, also at Shine879 in Essex, and with BBC Radio 1 residents Krafted for their radio show streamed live from The DJ Shop in Southampton shortly after which she was invited to play at their quarterly event supporting the mighty Matt Fax alongside Krafted residents.

An amazing opportunity was then presented to D-Vox, by dj/producer Laurent Schark, to share her sound on his Live Selection Show; the worlds’ most syndicated radio show reaching out to 3 million listeners which she accepted with a very big smile. The segment featuring Daniela was unknowingly picked up by Italian cable channel Canal 7 that streamed her live set, and artist interview, out to the Mediterranean masses.

With the help of her South African soul friend DJ Sharm Pillay, D-Vox sailed into 2019 with a four-page spread in global Audiation Mag's Jan issue which included her snap on the cover. Following this she was invited by Sharm to share some melodic techno moods with her SEKSiCuLLTURE listeners on Melbourne's Kiss FM, Australia.

As well as being heavily involved in the practical side of music Daniela is also a keen writer of more than just her deep and meaningful lyrics. She copywrites for Flemcy Music, Findike Records and Dark Hooks Recordss, and provides music and event reviews, press releases, pitches, and proofreading services on request.

Daniela also a proud member of The Black Chapel Collective; a passionate group of creative artists founded by Essex based music producer Steve Mortimer, with a worldwide, multi-award winning film & live show 'Connect', addressing important global issues using contemporary music, visuals, graphics, speech samples, poetry & dance.

With a bustling music diary, an ever-evolving and dynamic catalogue of works, and with producers queuing to work with her captivating vocals, Daniela has her foot firmly on a pedal powered by her relentless passion for the music she loves. Who knows where her talents will take her as she continues to share her positively infectious, and highly creative music energy as far & wide as she can spread it.

Bass Brigade member.. also a producer and mc not as much these days..

Ant TC1 along with Hidden Agenda founded Dispatch Recordings back in 2001, Ant originally helped out with the management side of the label before finding his feet within the realms of production; which was a natural progression for him having DJ’d on pirate radio and in clubs from the age of 14 (since 1992).  His first release alongside frequent production partner Stress Level appeared on Dispatch after almost 3 years of hard work getting their collective sound where they felt it needed to be before even thinking about turning on a DAT recorder.  After their first release hit the stores they quickly picked up a wealth of DJ support across their early material and went on to release for a who’s who list of established Drum & Bass record labels including the likes of Renegade, CIA, Advanced, Critical Records Integral, Liquid V, Commercial Suicide, Good Looking Records, Bingo Beats and Samurai Music.

By demand remix work started to feature heavily within their output and the duo went on to remix for the likes of Hidden Agenda, Chris SU, Artificial Intelligence, Kabuki, Total Science, Optical & Ryme Time (Jagged Edge), Atlantic Connection, Tactile & DJ Marky.  Branching out and working with other producers such as Survival, DLR & Philth has only furthered experience Ant’s skills at the controls over the years, Ant has also released his own solo material more recently on top of remixing for the likes of Lomax on Integral Records.  In 2014 Ant realised a lifetime ambition, securing his first ever release for the legendary Metalheadz label “Hungry For Atmosphere” alongside Mako, DLR & Villem with further releases for the label and counting going into 2024.

Ant’s production output has featured on a mass of compilations and mix CD’s compiled by the likes of Shy FX, LTJ Bukem, Total Science, AI, Spectrasoul, Klute and Brian G.  Additionally his work has featured very heavily within the radio shows of Friction, Grooverider, Fabio, Goldie, Bailey & Rene LaVice on their respective BBC Radio 1 slots over the years as well as BBC 1Xtra where Ant once hosted his own one-off 4 hour show, he has since additionally made 2 guest DJ appearances for DJ Friction on his Radio 1 show.  His DJ’ing work has seen him play all over the globe from Adelaide to Los Angeles, from Hong Kong to Sarajevo, Vancouver to Bangkok and last but by no means least regularly UK and EU wide. Additionally for the most part of the decade beyond 2010 Ant also worked as the Artist Manager for both Outlook and Dimensions Festival in Croatia, leading up the booking process, budgets and travel aspects for the festival.

Fast forward through to 2024; Ant is now responsible for the lead label management roles of both Metalheadz & Dispatch Recordings and is based in Thailand, with a purpose built studio room recently finished the plan (alongside managing a mass of planned record label releases) is to get back to focusing on writing music more consistently than he ever has previously.

Quadrant & Iris - Calculated Risk (Sixfour Remix) - Dispatch Recordings 161 - OUT NOW

Dispatch Recs | Ant TC1