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Deep within the earth inside of a burrow that lay beneath a fetid swamp rested a creature tasked with putrescent rebirth, the horrifying beauty that sprouted forth from rot & decay. The milky ochre color of its hide was covered in a thin layer of mucus that, were there light in its subterranean lair, would glisten and shimmer as the creature slithered throughout the earth. The guttural grunts produced by the creature's hulking form echoed forth with a distinctly wet accent, squelching forth from between its mandibles as though mud beneath the tread of a boot. 

Indeed, though mud had the creature begun to burrow, filter-feeding upon the microorganisms and decaying plant matter that seeped through the soil. It had been awakened, for the first time in many centuries, by the hunger that drove it to serve in the divine duty that had been bestowed upon it a millennia ago. As it had slept, that which lived above had languished beneath the sun’s rays and grown decadent, thus ladening itself with the first stage of decay. The sweetest, ripest fruit was, after all, always the one closest to becoming rotten, and so was the fate of all living things in due time. The beast had consumed a wide variety of such rotten beings in its time - trees that had grown too tall, beasts that had grown too fat, fungi that had spread their spores too wide. To the grub’s all-consumptive hunger, the makeup of its meal mattered not. All dissolved equally within its many-chambered digestive system. Thus, as it broke through the surface earth that had lain above it for so long, the visions of steel and pink-fleshed creatures that greeted the creature gave it no hesitation. Through hunger, it had been called, and thus it would consume once more, that life may again be born anew where rot had begun to set in.

MOB TACTICS return to EATBRAIN and present DIRTGRUB // DUBBLE BUBBLE, their latest monstrous single filled with squelching sonics sure to set the myriad members of the EATBRAIN horde squirming on the dancefloor.

Dirtgrub / Double Bubble

Mob Tactics - Dirtgrub (Eatbrain 171)

Mob Tactics - Double Bubble (Eatbrain 171)

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Before the gates of hell's fourth layer stands a massive desk of black ironwood, intricately inlaid with avaricious motifs and adorned with a sophisticated seal that once marked the completion of a long-forgotten contract between the great and powerful devils that rule this realm. Atop this desk sits a singular tome, bound in the leathered flesh of contract breakers aplenty. Indeed, between the boundless pages of this terrible tome are listed the names of all those whose actions have or shall destin them to arrive here, recorded forever in an evergrowing CHRONICLE of mortal greed.

Behind this desk sits always the skeletal visage of one of the realm’s septuple gatekeepers, here bedecked in a three-piece suit that would be well fitting were it not for the being’s lack of soft tissue. Before him come the damned, oft sure that their swindling ways might grant them one final respite from condemnation to flame. Commonly, they plead their case before the gatekeeper, and in response, it is assured that from within the depths of his great ironwood desk he shall pull forth the precedents of divine law that will shackle them to their doom. As the poor souls at the gate are ferried away to their torments upon the wings of lesser devils, the gatekeeper reclines in his chair with contentment. Reaching once more within his desk, he withdraws a much smaller tome, detailing the victories of his latest case closed. Each and every one of its entries begins with the very same line -

“Dear diary, today was a damn good day.”

AGRESSOR BUNX return to EATBRAIN with their CHRONICLE EP, the latest release from one of the label’s most dynamic duos.Within, the inimitable pair of producers unleash four tracks imbued with a sonic fury set to send the EATBRAIN horde into a hellish frenzy as they dance to enrapturing rhythms within.

Chronicle

Agressor Bunx - Star Blast (Eatbrain 176)

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@stateofmindnz
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In the most literal sense of the phrase, all hell had broken loose upon the city. From a red-hot rift within the earth had crawled frightful and freakish creatures ferried directly from the nightmares of the city’s citizens. Indeed, such was the quality of this sudden summoning that this menagerie of malevolent spirits possessed only a haphazard collective identity, each instead bearing a beguiling countenance conferred onto them by the personal fears of their individual inspirations. Amidst their ranks stood classical horrors, skeletons, and shadows that showed the face of death and despair. Yet also were there boogeymen and boggles and other dwellers-under-the bed, embodying imaginative and fickle forms found in the minds of the children that feared them so. 

Vastly varied too were the actions taken by this fearsome horde, each so uniquely motivated by the personal horror that they did represent. So it was that some skeletons simply lay lifeless upon the asphalt whilst others crawled into the city’s closets. Some simply screamed at the woe-begotten passersby, threatening them not but simply seeking the momentary pleasure of a single spook & scare. For more than a few of these creatures, their existence exalted a forbidden vice, a lurking fear of desires long since locked away. Thus it was that a gangly gargoyle could be found amidst the chaos slyly sipping on an ICE COLD cocktail, indulging in the fears that lurked in the minds of those who had long since left such libations behind.

STATE OF MIND unleashes the full freakish fury of the EATBRAIN horde as he visits his latest single, ICE COLD, upon the ears of the label’s ravenous faithful. Inside, STATE OF MIND presents a suite of oddly tantalizing tones across the single’s twin tracks, combining cool confidence and capricious sound design in a dizzyingly effective concoction for EATBRAIN’s latest release.

Written by Gwen Kubik

Ice Cold / Amerika March

State Of Mind - Ice Cold (Eatbrain 177)

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The dissonant thrum of opposed antigravity fields ripped through the nighttime skyline as a retrofitted RP-19 Levette drifted past the 322nd-story windows of a corp tower, its fusion engine expelling an intense burst of helium gas that drifted quickly into the harvesting drones hovering above the airway. Nipping at its tail came a squadron of automated enforcer skiffs in 3-point formation that moved in perfect synchronization to block any possibility of backward escape by the target they pursued. As the chase opened up into a straightaway, the enforcer skiffs unleashed a barrage from their tuned resonance armaments, specifically designed to utilize the antigravity frequencies of the megacities’ airways to lock a pursued vehicle in gravitic stasis for ease of capture. 

Sensing this imminent outcome, the pilot of the Levette prepared himself for a most dangerous maneuver requiring phase-perfect timing, in which failure meant an instantly fatal flattening at the hands of rapid gravitic deceleration As the first of the resonance pulses impacted the frame of his vehicle he disabled its antigravity buffer entirely, an action of momentary duration that seemed to stretch out into eternity. The walls of the city’s superstructures warped their shape beside him as an infinitesimal instant of hypergravity bent light around the frame of his vehicle before subsuming him in total darkness. Then, a blinding flash of light sent him skidding out above the vast desert wasteland surrounding the megalopolis that had been his home. As he came slowly to a halt over 30 seconds and 300 kilometers from his entry point, the pilot breathed a sigh of relief. A successful gravitic warp was something most perished attempting, and his had borne him his freedom in his escape from THE CHASE.

REDPILL returns to EATBRAIN after his debut album on the mighty BLACKOUT, with a helping of lightspeed sonics for the eager ears of the label’s horde, who have long awaited another dose of the artist’s cinematic and scientifically toned tracks. Within THE CHASE, REDPILL’s latest creations unleash their addictive energy at a breakneck pace, leaving listeners awestruck in the wake of the EP’s unrelenting charge.

Written by Gwen Kubik

The Cahse

The Chase

Redpill - The Chase (Eatbrain 183)

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@redpilldnb
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The dissonant thrum of opposed antigravity fields ripped through the nighttime skyline as a retrofitted RP-19 Levette drifted past the 322nd-story windows of a corp tower, its fusion engine expelling an intense burst of helium gas that drifted quickly into the harvesting drones hovering above the airway. Nipping at its tail came a squadron of automated enforcer skiffs in 3-point formation that moved in perfect synchronization to block any possibility of backward escape by the target they pursued. As the chase opened up into a straightaway, the enforcer skiffs unleashed a barrage from their tuned resonance armaments, specifically designed to utilize the antigravity frequencies of the megacities’ airways to lock a pursued vehicle in gravitic stasis for ease of capture.

Sensing this imminent outcome, the pilot of the Levette prepared himself for a most dangerous maneuver requiring phase-perfect timing, in which failure meant an instantly fatal flattening at the hands of rapid gravitic deceleration As the first of the resonance pulses impacted the frame of his vehicle he disabled its antigravity buffer entirely, an action of momentary duration that seemed to stretch out into eternity. The walls of the city’s superstructures warped their shape beside him as an infinitesimal instant of hypergravity bent light around the frame of his vehicle before subsuming him in total darkness. Then, a blinding flash of light sent him skidding out above the vast desert wasteland surrounding the megalopolis that had been his home. As he came slowly to a halt over 30 seconds and 300 kilometers from his entry point, the pilot breathed a sigh of relief. A successful gravitic warp was something most perished attempting, and his had borne him his freedom in his escape from THE CHASE.

REDPILL returns to EATBRAIN after his debut album on the mighty BLACKOUT, with a helping of lightspeed sonics for the eager ears of the label’s horde, who have long awaited another dose of the artist’s cinematic and scientifically toned tracks. Within THE CHASE, REDPILL’s latest creations unleash their addictive energy at a breakneck pace, leaving listeners awestruck in the wake of the EP’s unrelenting charge.

Written by Gwen Kubik

Redpill - Let Me See (Eatbrain 183)

RDHS - Mecanimal 666 (Beatron! Remix)

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@jadednb
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Deep within the core of their sprawling annex, The Institution’s top minds worked diligently at their insidious craft. Their hands moved swiftly, as they worked relentlessly with the sharp tools of their mind; warping words, images, and sounds to fit their malevolent narrative. Their objective was singular, complete control exercised from the shadows, profits reaped from beyond the veil of obscurity. Trust, that most hallowed principle, was nothing to them but a tool of manipulation, exercised to to legitimize their empire. The plan was simple, a classic diversion operated on a massive scale. The creation of an enemy, the eternal outsider, one against whom the public must remain vigilant. Composed of a paradox, the outsider posed no threat, yet could never be vanquished. Instead, his reputation and the shadow of his fearful influence would loom as a spectre, a shade of darkness designed to haunt the masses. Their fear would drive them into the protection of The Institution, shepherded in the manner of livestock. From there, the extension of their complete control would be assured. The machinations of its minds completed, The Institution began its program of domination in full, disseminating its precisely produced PROPAGANDA amongst the public.

Their message was erected upon the walls of their great city, proliferated throughout the mailboxes of its citizens, and across the webpages of it their tightly controlled digital network. Their message spread with viral efficiency. The citizens’ response was sublimely realised, a surge of fear through the populace, shepherding them into the arms of The Institute as they sought security in the face of the threat birthed in pure imagination. Security, The Institution was more than happy to provide; promising strength in the face of the mysterious menace. The Institution’s agents felt the power of their positions strengthen throughout the city, soon holding its highest offices in their grip, putting greater tools of control in their hands. Initiatives were passed, laws enacted, and the vaults of the city drained. The streets were the conduit of their fear, their PROPAGANDA campaign continuing in the fearful whispers of the citizens carrying the fear of The Outsider’s presence. The cycle was set, justification freely given out of fear. The Institute’s diabolic machinations ran as pure as the fear that coursed through the city.

The man pulling the strings behind the revered EATBRAIN imprint, JADE, returns for his second release of the year on his home label with the fiercely executed PROPAGANDA EP, featuring the veteran skills of RIDO. Following on from the much-acclaimed AWAKE EP, Jade powerfully demonstrates that he’s back in the studio and putting his veteran knowledge of what functions on the Eatbrain dancefloor to effective use. Delivering two fresh, tech-infused DnB bangers, along with a faster tempo VIP of fan favourite MAN EATING LIZARD DRAGON, as well as a further strut in the unfolding genre mechanism of slow and meaty neuro in SPY CAR, the PROPAGANDA EP delivers the Eatbrain manifesto in exquisite form. Full of the energy and spirit that’s driven the label to dizz heights, this is an unmissable chapter in both the imprint and the label boss’s journey.

//release date
17.09.2018 Beatport & Spotify excl.
01.10.2018 worldwide

Propaganda EP

Buy / Stream EP

Jade - Man Eating Lizard Dragon (DNB VIP) (Eatbrain066)

Fuckin Telmini - Le Petit Crew National Anthem (Digital Cosmic Disco Remix)

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@gydramusic
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Beatport Excl. 13.12.19 & Worldwide - 27.12.19


Having survived the treacherous path that now lay behind them, a group of ardent adventurers found themselves before the gates of a great temple, shrouded in mists atop the highest peak in their land. From within rang out a titanic voice that shook the earth with its every word, permeating the very souls of those who stood before the gate. “Hear me, supplicants to this temple” rang its initial call, “Know that you tread upon the grounds of Snake Monastery, and that you shall face many tests and trials should you seek to proceed in whatever quest hath brought you here. You now face the LAVA RUN, and should you hope to continue you must prove your worth.” These words the voice left to echo throughout the mountain peaks as the adventurers set to the task before with utmost resolve. Utilizing every ounce of their combined might, they heaved open the doors to the great temple, which shuddered open to reveal a most terrifying sight. Approaching unstoppably towards them was a boulder of titanic size, seemingly unseated from its pedestal by the gate’s monumental motion. With practiced synchronicity the adventurers sprang into action, preparing to meet the boulder head on in the midst of its fast approaching onslaught. Yet, at the last moment before their inevitable collision, one amongst the adventurers raised a single fist and struck with all of their might at the boulder’s core. With nary a second remaining before it would have crushed the party beneath its incomprehensible mass, the boulder was reduced to naught but dust, and the path forwards through the temple lay open. “It seems you are indeed of the strength to continue,” came the voice from within “but brawn alone will not grant you admittance to the Snake Monastery’s inner sanctum. Continue further, if you are truly worthy, and face the next trial!”

GYDRA return to EATBRAIN with their latest single, LAVA RUN. Following a dearth of releases across labels such as Bad Taste Recordings, C4C Recordings, EATBRAIN, and their own label Neuropunk Recordings, GYDRA’s latest single sees the duo displaying the raw force of their sonic capabilities at maximum capacity as they seek to discover who amongst the EATBRAIN horde is strong enough to complete this trial and those yet to come.

Lava Run

Gydra - Lava Run (Eatbrain093 // Eatbrain LP010)

Multigender music producer of synthwave, darksynth, techno, electro, dubstep, drum & bass, hip hop, trap, OST, etc............I secretly dream of being a film score composer

RDHS - Mecanimal 666 (Beatron! Remix)

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