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Iniko - Jericho (Vectril Remix)

Iniko - Jericho (Vectril Remix) [Free Download]

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@agressorbunx
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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 - Chronicle (Eatbrain 176)

Agressor Bunx - Vibrations (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)

State Of Mind - Amerika March (Eatbrain 177)

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MNDSCP
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Flittering up from beneath the facades of ruined buildings cast in the filtered light of fading day came frolicking a faction of miniature miscreants, hellbent on nothing more or less than calamitous chaos of a kind most ultimately benign. This part of the city, only recently fallen from its former splendor into a relative state of forgotten disrepair, had become their favored haunt and a canvas upon which they painted their mural of mischief. Indeed, though sometimes disturbed by their devious pranks, those humans who still lived within the dilapidated dwellings of the neighborhood looked upon these minute beings with a sense of familiar nostalgia, reminiscent as they were of the deeds of their own childhoods upon the very same city streets.

Thus, there was something of an enchantment to the gremlin’s general goblinry. The high-pitched shrieks of sheer thrill that resulted from the success of their misdeeds, the skitter and scrape of their bicycles, skateboards, and all other manner of experimental wheeled vehicles, and the freshly odorous fumes of the spraypaint that newly adorned many of the neighborhood’s walls. In this place so forgotten by their human brethren, these RASCALS had brought a revitalizing presence to the ruined alleys in which they ran, their ruckus reinvigorating the empty, crumbling streets.

MNDSCP rallies the RASCALS of the EATBRAIN horde with his latest EP, gleefully titled under that name to unify the rowdy and cacophonous sounds within. Across the four-track span of RASCALS, boisterous basslines rebound amidst an atmosphere of silly sonics that brings a rejuvenating levity to the monstrous menagerie of the EATBRAIN horde.

Written by Gwen Kubik

Rascals

MNDSCP - Bugbear (Eatbrain 178)

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@akovmusic
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The portal’s trans dimensional trajectory had shifted suddenly, shunting the woebegotten scientist instantaneously into the furthest reaches in uncharted space. Thanks only due to his rapid reflexes and unquestionable ability with the technology he wielded, the scientist has been able to save himself from a frigid death amidst the interstellar void, instead redirecting his course to the nearest solid planetary body.

It was there upon it's rocky surface he now stood, surrounded by a vast and barren nothingness steeped in beige and dust. Above him in the sky loomed the seething maw of the portal that had delivered him here, glowing red hot at its core thanks to the fission of atmospheric molecules that occurred constantly within it at its present altitude. Occasionally, the hairs on the scientist’s arms would stand vertically in salute to the electromagnetic charges generated by the swirling vortex, and yet amidst the strange atmosphere of this distant planetoid not a single sound could be heard. There he stood, LOST IN SILENCE, a castaway adrift at the furthest reaches of all creation.

AKOV returns to EATBRAIN with LOST IN SILENCE, the latest EP from neurofunk’s ursine overlord that stands set to send the EATBRAIN horde to the genre's furthest sonic reaches thanks to the depth of AKOV’s scientifically tuned sonics, which this time includes, metal – his very own band: AENYGMA -, breakbeat and even a hint of jazz.

Written by Gwen Kubik

Lost in Silence

AKOV - Phukdroid (Eatbrain 179)

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@akovmusic
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AENYGMA
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The portal’s trans dimensional trajectory had shifted suddenly, shunting the woebegotten scientist instantaneously into the furthest reaches in uncharted space. Thanks only due to his rapid reflexes and unquestionable ability with the technology he wielded, the scientist has been able to save himself from a frigid death amidst the interstellar void, instead redirecting his course to the nearest solid planetary body.

It was there upon it's rocky surface he now stood, surrounded by a vast and barren nothingness steeped in beige and dust. Above him in the sky loomed the seething maw of the portal that had delivered him here, glowing red hot at its core thanks to the fission of atmospheric molecules that occurred constantly within it at its present altitude. Occasionally, the hairs on the scientist’s arms would stand vertically in salute to the electromagnetic charges generated by the swirling vortex, and yet amidst the strange atmosphere of this distant planetoid not a single sound could be heard. There he stood, LOST IN SILENCE, a castaway adrift at the furthest reaches of all creation.

AKOV returns to EATBRAIN with LOST IN SILENCE, the latest EP from neurofunk’s ursine overlord that stands set to send the EATBRAIN horde to the genre's furthest sonic reaches thanks to the depth of AKOV’s scientifically tuned sonics, which this time includes, metal – his very own band: AENYGMA -, breakbeat and even a hint of jazz.

Written by Gwen Kubik

Timing (Original Mix)

Cloud Flare