Neurofunk☢️

// artist

@iamchaser
facebook.com/IamChaseR/

// label
facebook.com/Eatbra1n
twitter.com/eatbra1n

// release dates
Beatport Excl. 18.06.21
& Worldwide - 02.07.21

Hundreds of drones scrambled beneath a swirling sky as they raced to finish the construction of their monolithic aluminum kin, a masterstroke of technological progress that aimed its apex directly at the eye of the storm above. For years the coming of this cataclysmic event had been known, and from that day the building of the metallic superstructure had begun, but the storm had come a day early and now threatened all of the progress that had been made. In a few short hours, the incalculable ferocity of the gale was set to be supercharged by a coinciding solar flare that would send the forces that churned within it into overdrive, creating a storm that could swallow the world.

Standing below in defiance to this outcome was the drones’ creation, a mass array of rocketry set to bear forth the greatest payload ever delivered from their world. Atop the ship’s stacks of thrusters was a massive satellite, dangerous in its own right for its ability to create conditions much like those that loomed above. Yet beyond the reaches of the planet’s atmosphere, this satellite would be the world’s single attempt to prevent their own destruction, a cosmic parry with only an hour-long window of effect. By emitting a vast amount of oppositely charged particles in the face of the oncoming flare, the satellite would rebuff the energy that threatened to amplify the already destructive storm to apocalyptic proportions. As the surface of the sun roiled with fusion wrought energy, the rocket shot up into the sky, and all on the planet bated their breath in the uncertainty of what would come next.

Following his appearance on EATBRAIN’s Divergence III compilation CHASER now makes his full debut on the label with BLASTPIT, an EP well-named upon the strength of the sonic power that is contained within. The five tracks of the EP feature explosive basslines combined with piercing percussion and an array of samples & synths that all share CHASER’s high-tech sound and promise to supercharge the fervor of the EATBRAIN horde.

Blastpit

Blastpit EP

ChaseR - The Force (Eatbrain 123)

Prolix is back on Blackout with Rocket Fuel.
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Prolix - Rocket Fuel

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Noisia - Get Deaded (Fade Black Remix)

//artist
@slwdwndnb
instagram.com/slwdwn_music
facebook.com/slwdwnmusic

//label
facebook.com/Eatbra1n
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The battlefield lay littered with discarded weapons, blades buried in slain foes that slumped vacantly over brothers in arms and enemies alike, forgotten by those who had survived the engagement and long since moved on. Discarded lances, pikes, and spears jutted from the ground at odd angles, creating a twisted and nightmarish landscape eerily akin to the forests from which their hafts had once been hewn. As the setting sun glittered gently upon the mail and plate that still encased the remains that lay upon the bloodied ground, this grove of gore cast its shadow upon the soil, and within this darkness began to coalesce the shared woes of all who had fallen that day.

As the sun fell from the sky the shadows seemed to draw closer and closer together, merging inexorably upon the corpse of a noble knight who lay impaled at the center of the field, his heraldry marred by the vital fluids that had quickly gushed from the wound in his chest. Into this gaping wound did the shadows creep, infusing the knight’s body with energies of vengeance extracted from the thousand other souls that had died at his side. As this vengeful ichor began to flow within his veins the knight slowly rose, his plate armor clanking softly amidst the dead silence that surrounded him. As he stood before the final rays of daylight, the knight grabbed the hilt of the great sword that had run him through, dislodging it from his chest with somber and dutiful purpose before hefting its mighty length over his left shoulder. In the vacancy left behind by this behemoth blade a heart of pure shadow burst into being, sending forth a shockwave of darkness that drowned out even the light of the newly risen moon. Awakening once more to life, the knight forsook the loyalties that had led him to the field of battle, replacing them with the grievances of the countless mutilated forms beside him. REVENANT was he and all their sorrows suffused him, and thus for each of the slain he would exact eternal revenge.

SLWDWN rises to the fore of the EATBRAIN horde with REVENANT, his debut EP on the label following an initial appearance on 2022’s “Divergence IV” compilation. On REVENANT, SLWDWN showcases a set of shadowy sonics dripping with sinister style, marking himself as a champion of such umbral sounds amidst the label’s ever growing roster.

Revenant

Revenant EP

SLWDWN - Get High (Eatbrain 158)

Introducing "The Power" by Stonx, a track that harnesses the raw energy of neurofunk and delivers an electrifying experience. This free download is a gift to the loyal 1k followers on Soundcloud, showcasing Stonx's mastery of powerful basslines and driving energetic drums.

As the song unfolds, you'll feel a surge of energy pulsating through your veins. It's as if Stonx has tapped into a hidden well of immense power and channeled it directly into the music. The track's colossal reese bass cuts through the mix like a sonic force, shaking the very foundation of your being. It's a sound that demands your attention and commands you to surrender to its might.

The drums, relentless and precise, drive the track forward with an unwavering intensity. Each hit is like a thunderous blow, propelling the music forward and creating an unstoppable momentum. The combination of the driving drums and the massive reese bass creates a sonic landscape that is both exhilarating and captivating.

"The Power" is a testament to Stonx's ability to create music that resonates deep within the listener's core. It's a reminder of the immense power that music holds, the power to transport, to evoke emotions, and to ignite a fire within. With each powerful beat, Stonx invites you to tap into your own inner strength and embrace the sheer force of the music.

So, brace yourself for an irresistible journey through the realms of neurofunk as Stonx unleashes "The Power." This track is a testament to the raw, unyielding energy that music can possess, and Stonx is here to make sure you feel every ounce of it.

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artist//
@nuvertal
instagram.com/nuvertal
facebook.com/nuvertaldnb


label//
facebook.com/Eatbra1n
twitter.com/eatbrain_now
instagram.com/eatbrain
eatbrain.net

Those who remained were hopeless. Around them, the savagery of the world had torn through their cities, their homes, and their communities. Nature's most destructive forces had proven their mastery over the steel-shod constructions that for so long had seemed impervious to harm, as though driven to prove its provenance over the land once more. What had once been safe, bucolic, and welcoming - the very earth itself, had rejected its children. Thus, when the REAPER came, their ears turned readily towards the melodious call of its alien maw. 

The deaths of their compatriots had been torturous, and more were lost to the ensuing cataclysm each day. There was no salvation for the corpses that lay strewn upon the ground, and it was at the beckoning of this mass death that the REAPER had come, heeding the call of a people without hope or home. A being of flesh and alloy alike, its gnarled form seemed to be all that could withstand the apocalyptic conditions that ravaged the world, and thus when a doorway appeared on the chest of its gnarled form, none were surprised when others began to take shelter within. Though they did not return, more entered the doorway on the next day and the day after that, and before long there were scant few who did not await their salvation before the REAPER’s facade. They knew not whether salvation or death lay within, but one thing was certain - no harrowed screams ever escaped the REAPER’s alien form, and for that alone, most all were willing to give themselves up to him. 

NUVERTAL returns to EATBRAIN with REAPER, shepherding the EATBRAIN horde to the dancefloor once more with the destructive rhythms of his second EP on the label and continuing to rise as a champion of cinematic sonics for the label’s faithful.

Written by Gwen Kubik

Reaper

Nuvertal - Reaper (Eatbrain 166)

artist//
@nuvertal
instagram.com/nuvertal
facebook.com/nuvertaldnb

label//
facebook.com/Eatbra1n
twitter.com/eatbrain_now
instagram.com/eatbrain
eatbrain.net

Those who remained were hopeless. Around them, the savagery of the world had torn through their cities, their homes, and their communities. Nature's most destructive forces had proven their mastery over the steel-shod constructions that for so long had seemed impervious to harm, as though driven to prove its provenance over the land once more. What had once been safe, bucolic, and welcoming - the very earth itself, had rejected its children. Thus, when the REAPER came, their ears turned readily towards the melodious call of its alien maw.

The deaths of their compatriots had been torturous, and more were lost to the ensuing cataclysm each day. There was no salvation for the corpses that lay strewn upon the ground, and it was at the beckoning of this mass death that the REAPER had come, heeding the call of a people without hope or home. A being of flesh and alloy alike, its gnarled form seemed to be all that could withstand the apocalyptic conditions that ravaged the world, and thus when a doorway appeared on the chest of its gnarled form, none were surprised when others began to take shelter within. Though they did not return, more entered the doorway on the next day and the day after that, and before long there were scant few who did not await their salvation before the REAPER’s facade. They knew not whether salvation or death lay within, but one thing was certain - no harrowed screams ever escaped the REAPER’s alien form, and for that alone, most all were willing to give themselves up to him.

NUVERTAL returns to EATBRAIN with REAPER, shepherding the EATBRAIN horde to the dancefloor once more with the destructive rhythms of his second EP on the label and continuing to rise as a champion of cinematic sonics for the label’s faithful.

Written by Gwen Kubik

Nuvertal - Brazen Rain (Eatbrain 166)

Nuvertal - Hope It Already Ended (Eatbrain 166)

// artist
@l-33-1
facebook.com/L33music/
instagram.com/l33dnb

label//
facebook.com/Eatbra1n
twitter.com/eatbrain_now
instagram.com/eatbrain
eatbrain.net

The frontier settlement was brazen in its construction, built so near to the badland dales as it was by those seeking to make their fortunes mining the rich metal deposits of the hills to the west. Many had flocked to the settlement despite the warnings from those native to the lands surrounding the area of the terrifying creatures that lurked behind the hills, the valleys of which were enchanted with a dark and ancient magic that twisted even the most benign of creatures into unrecognizable and monstrous forms. Many of these peoples had long known of the riches of the hills but had stayed their hands from reaping their bounties, fearing what curse or creature might descend upon them should they do so. Yet the greed of these new hapless individuals was unfettered by fear, or perhaps driven by it within those who had lost everything in their previous homes. Regardless of motive, the town of Gildenhills had sprung into being in less than a fortnight, and as many began to strike their picks and shovels into the black earth of the hills beyond the town stories began to abound of fortunes made with a single swing.

For some time, the boom continued. The town’s population exploded, and its bustling saloons and mercantile stores drowned out the sounds that were uttered in the night. It was first the lone miner who worked late, hoping to strike a vein of gold all their own, whose final scream echoed out from within the tunnel he had bored.  Then it was the cattle that had strayed from the herd, found with few bits of still-warm flesh left clinging to bones that bore the indentations of thousands of teeth. When a full camp of miners disappeared and the sheriff’s posse vanished next, those who had abided longest in the area began to recount stories in the shadowed corners of the saloons. They told varmints whose teeth oozed with pestilence, the chittering sound of which could be heard often between the hills. Some, they said, were big enough to kill a man’s dog all of their own, but tales warned much more fervently of the small ones that gathered in swarms. Shaken, they told of watching their comrades drown underneath a tide of fur and fang, exsanguinated almost instantaneously by the thousand cuts that were so quickly inflicted upon them. No rifle nor revolver carried enough ammunition to cull these beasts, and for those subjected to their unearthly hunger there was neither hope of survival nor recourse of revenge. Thus it was, it seemed, that for every ounce of precious ore extracted from these hills there was a price, a price the HILLRATZ would exact in blood.

L 33 returns to EATBRAIN with HILLRATZ, the latest single from the Bulgarian veteran that teems with swarming sonic energy. Whether dispatched through the churning guitars of the B-side “Give a FK” or the skittering percussion of the single’s title track, L 33 delivers a twin pairing of tracks imbued with everything EATBRAIN excels at offering - sinister, unrestrained, and inimitable Neurofunk. 

Written by Gwen Kubik

Hillratz

L 33 - Give A FK (Eatbrain 168)

// label
facebook.com/Eatbra1n
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//artist
@mob-tactics
facebook.com/MobTacticsMusic
twitter.com/Mob_Tactics
instagram.com/mobtacticsuk


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 - Double Bubble (Eatbrain 171)

// artist
@mythicimage
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instagram.com/mythic_image

// label
facebook.com/Eatbra1n
twitter.com/eatbrain_now 
instagram.com/eatbrain


Many ancient texts detail occult experiments into the creation of CHIMERA, fusions of living beings of different species that draw on their various strengths whilst removing their individual flaws. Their existences are a thing of legend, long sought by many but never brought into the light of knowledge by substantiated proof. Indeed, as human knowledge of the world’s species has advanced, such fusions have been relegated largely to the realm of pure fiction, an imaginative but ultimately impossible class of being that cannot exist within the modern, rational world. 

Yet for all of the progress of science and reason that has occurred in the millennia since these tales were first told, our kind has done little to cast off the ignorance to which we are so prone. Could it be not so simply that such beings cannot exist, but further that they exist in forms that we simply have yet to comprehend? For I have heard tell, dear reader, of CHIMERA that walk amongst us amidst our modern world. Masquerading as our friends, our colleagues, and our leaders, their presence goes unnoticed by all but the most discerning of eyes that are paired only with the most open of minds. Born from within the endless intricacies of our data-driven world, these creatures emerge from the depths of the forgotten places upon which that world is built. Deriving consciousness from the near-endless supply of social data our species produces, they are said to manipulate electrical currents to piece together a physical form at the molecular level, a perfect simulacrum for which to host their synthetic minds. It is then that they step forth from within the depths of our server farms, our electrical grids, and our greatest scientific laboratories, their human facades augmented by an inherent connection to the vast sum of our species' collective knowledge. It is sure to be true, dear leader, that these beings have already assumed positions of great power amongst us. Thus it is that I urge you to beware the CHIMERA which walks not upon the paws of the lion nor flies upon the wings of an eagle. Yes, a far more sinister being walks amongst us, dear reader, a CHIMERA that smiles with the perfect teeth of its unerringly human guise.

MYTHIC IMAGE return to EATBRAIN and present CHIMERIC as the latest EP crafted to bear their sonic visage, regaling the EATBRAIN horde with a selection of sonic stories that recount the tale of an unknowable modern horror across the EP’s four exactingly synthesized tracks.

Written by Gwen Kubik

Chimeric

Mythic Image - Megabite (Eatbrain 172)

// artist
@mythicimage
facebook.com/profile.php?id=100082690984821
instagram.com/mythic_image

// label
facebook.com/Eatbra1n
twitter.com/eatbrain_now 
instagram.com/eatbrain

Many ancient texts detail occult experiments into the creation of CHIMERA, fusions of living beings of different species that draw on their various strengths whilst removing their individual flaws. Their existences are a thing of legend, long sought by many but never brought into the light of knowledge by substantiated proof. Indeed, as human knowledge of the world’s species has advanced, such fusions have been relegated largely to the realm of pure fiction, an imaginative but ultimately impossible class of being that cannot exist within the modern, rational world.

Yet for all of the progress of science and reason that has occurred in the millennia since these tales were first told, our kind has done little to cast off the ignorance to which we are so prone. Could it be not so simply that such beings cannot exist, but further that they exist in forms that we simply have yet to comprehend? For I have heard tell, dear reader, of CHIMERA that walk amongst us amidst our modern world. Masquerading as our friends, our colleagues, and our leaders, their presence goes unnoticed by all but the most discerning of eyes that are paired only with the most open of minds. Born from within the endless intricacies of our data-driven world, these creatures emerge from the depths of the forgotten places upon which that world is built. Deriving consciousness from the near-endless supply of social data our species produces, they are said to manipulate electrical currents to piece together a physical form at the molecular level, a perfect simulacrum for which to host their synthetic minds. It is then that they step forth from within the depths of our server farms, our electrical grids, and our greatest scientific laboratories, their human facades augmented by an inherent connection to the vast sum of our species' collective knowledge. It is sure to be true, dear leader, that these beings have already assumed positions of great power amongst us. Thus it is that I urge you to beware the CHIMERA which walks not upon the paws of the lion nor flies upon the wings of an eagle. Yes, a far more sinister being walks amongst us, dear reader, a CHIMERA that smiles with the perfect teeth of its unerringly human guise.

MYTHIC IMAGE return to EATBRAIN and present CHIMERIC as the latest EP crafted to bear their sonic visage, regaling the EATBRAIN horde with a selection of sonic stories that recount the tale of an unknowable modern horror across the EP’s four exactingly synthesized tracks.

Written by Gwen Kubik

Mythic Image - Wave Form (Eatbrain 172)

Mythic Image - Materia (Eatbrain 172)

//artist
@stateofmindnz
facebook.com/stateofmindnz
instagram.com/stateofmindstu
instagram.com/stateofmindpat

//label
facebook.com/Eatbra1n
twitter.com/eatbrain_now
instagram.com/eatbrain
eatbrain.net

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 - Amerika March (Eatbrain 177)

//artist
MNDSCP
facebook.com/m1ndscape
instagram.com/greg_mndscp
twitter.com/Mindscape_dnb
@mindscape

//label
facebook.com/Eatbra1n
twitter.com/eatbrain_now
instagram.com/eatbrain
eatbrain.net

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)

artist//
@mizodnb
facebook.com/mizodnb/
instagram.com/alex_mizo

//label
facebook.com/Eatbra1n
instagram.com/eatbrain
twitter.com/eatbrain_now
eatbrain.net

She had been only a babe when the waters had come, not as a flood but as the creep of an endless tide unmoored from its governing moon. From their ancestral village, her kin had fled, chancing their fates amidst the mires that surrounded their homes, which sunk under the rising depths behind them as they fled. She remembered little; the flitting of fireflies, the howling of wolves, and a singular, squelching sound - that of the sodden muck that had swallowed her mother whole, suffocating her in its soggy embrace as with her dying breaths she threw her only child from the reach of its maw. There she had lain unknown amongst the reeds, awaiting an equally certain end. There it was that the crone had discovered her, swaddling her in the sinewy comfort of her DARK EMBRACE.

Many years had passed uncounted since then, and under the crone’s guidance, the child had grown into her fitting progeny, possessing a magical ability of the sort that could only be inherited upon the pain of great loss. Such loss had called the crone to the girl, and now it was such loss that was the source of her magics, marking her in the eyes of many as a maleficent being, an evil creature wrongfully claimed by the crone. Yet the little witch knew a different truth, a baleful tale as old as both of her bloodlines. Such loss was the law of this wretched land, and only in channeling its vile power could she save the next unfortunate soul who was to be swallowed within the acrid bog that she knew as her only home.

MIZO returns to EATBRAIN with DARK EMBRACE, an EP set to welcome the label's faithful horde into the embrace of their favored dancefloors as MIZO presents a grimoire of gluttonous basslines and menacing tonalities across the five tracks that lie within.

Written by Gwen Kubik

Dark Embrace

Mizo - Thunder Bolt (Eatbrain 181)

Unhinged

Noise Of The Machine

//artist
@teddykillerz
facebook.com/teddykillerz1/

//label
facebook.com/Eatbra1n
twitter.com/eatbrain_now

An endless darkness beckoned ahead, a deep void beyond that held its own gravity, pulled him ahead one paw at a time. Beneath his furry exterior, tucked in the warmth of tightly woven layers of the cotton, the fast beating of his organic heart pulsated nervously, stretching his chest stitches at the seams with its urgency in a constant rhythm. The shadows of the passage flickered in deathly silence over the uniform blackness of his glass bead eyes. Something was out there. He withdrew, sinking into the warm folds of a distant memory – being dropped by his skin companion, and the fuss that followed the soft hairless ones surrounding him with hushed cries, picking him up and dusting him off, holding him close and pressing him back into the fat pink digits of the little one as she kissed him on the eye and promised never to drop him again. The sound of tearing fabric pulled him at once back into the stark reality that faced him, as he looked down in horror at the cotton spilling from his shoulder… his arm slowly tumbling to the floor and landing with a soft and almost noiseless thud against the bleak floor. As he was still registering the beginnings of his own separation, the vast blade swung again – leaving him staggering in his new confusing balance, a furry torso on legs, wobbling unsteadily in the darkness. Then his vision fell forward, he was looking at himself… was that his armless body in front of him? How was it possible? His simple mind was reeling as his head went tumbling toward the floor, spinning as it dropped. The glint of the HELLBLADE caught his eye as his attacker stepped into the light, a hideous body of stacked limbs and rough stitches, cotton spilling out of the seams of its fur… the antithesis of innocence loomed heavily across the dying creature, the glint of his glass eyes faded as the TEDDY KILLER looked coldly upon its meaningless end.

One of Russia’s biggest drum and bass exports, TEDDY KILLERZ, return to the unstoppable EATBRAIN label in a massive way, following up their VIOLENCE EP of 2013 with their viciously modern HELLBLADE EP. Featuring 5 tracks of pure insanity, the Teddy Killerz crew surpass their original outing on the label in brutal style. A combination of dynamic breaks, powerful bass design and a clinical audio perspective with a pure annihilatory spirit delivers an impactful addition to a label that seems to have no bounds in its progression through new waves of future sonics.

//release date
2nd April Beatport excl.
16th April worldwide

Hellblade EP

Buy / Stream EP

Teddy Killerz - Bonkerz (Eatbrain54)

Return of the Blejend.... Out Now!

BUY NOW: https://fanlink.to/BLEJ

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Halogenix - Blej (Fade Black Remix)

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Neurofunk☢️

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