River returns to Deep Within Recordings with his latest EP, featuring a healthy variety of deep multigenre cuts spanning drum and bass and dubstep.

Conversely, Strung Out adopts a tone which is more moody than vicious. Haunting, filtered melodies sit alongside a warm, melodic bassline to define a tasteful piece of hybrid liquid and minimal drum and bass.

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Strung Out

River - Strung Out

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.

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J.W. Goethe

BEFORE EDM THERE WAS EBM 😉

I am breathing electronic music since late 70s and that's over 45 years now. From Kraftwerk, Jean Michel Jarre, Mike Oldfield, Depeche Mode, Erasure, Yazoo, Alphaville, Men without Hats, Nitzer Ebb, Die Krupps, Front 242, Anne Clark, Camouflage, Gary Numan, OMD, Apopytygma Berzerk and even the Commodore 64 demo & break dance scene to more contemporary Electronic music artists, I witnessed the evolution of Electronic music, which basically means I am an old fart and consider myself an authority in this music genre 😵 Currently I listen DnB almost exclusively. But I do not like to restrict myself at all, enjoying flavors like Electronica, Trance, Psytrance, Tech House, Dubstep, Deep House, Future Pop, Trap, Techno, UK Bass and of course EBM/Industrial as well.

What you will find in my likes and playlists is the top of the crop in Electronic Music, I will  absolutely not list any bullshit. A track I have not listed might be just that: Bullshit, just mediocre or an artistic gem which I haven't discovered yet.

26 yo DJ and producer since 2022 from Czech Republic. 

I like electro music from my childhood. 
My sister Andrea was listening The Prodigy, The Chemical Brothers and other electro music in millennium, so I think she is a big apart of that all.
I really loved this dancing vibes, this regular magic rhytm. You listen some PC sounds, but although it doesn't exists, it makes You feel some feelings and imagination. It's abstract art.
 
I started with mixing in Virtual Dj when I was 18 years old, it was when year 2017 started. 
I remember these times, when I was really excited makin' mixes with computer mouse and 4 deck in Virtual Dj, haha. 
During time in this year, my friend Daryl borrowed me basic Hercules Dj console and I had finally first hardware for mixing to use and I started with recording my first mixes. 
In same time I downloaded demo version FL studio 9 and when I opened this program, my first though was: WTF, is that aircraft dashboard??? Okay, where to start?
During time, I was making mixes on Hercules console with my friend Daryl and in the end of year 2018 I bought my first control Silvercrest console from my friend Radek. I was happy, that I had my first hardware for mixing and I spent lot of time with that. It was lot of training and trying what to do with that. In this season with my friend Daryl we we're playing in The ,,Machine club'' in Mohelnice few times and in our friend's Jindra's wood cabin or somewhere out at nice places with laptop, console and speaker just for fun. Nice days.
I was workin' in England and in year 2021 I bought my first control, Traktor S2 Mk3 from one guy. I was really happy.
In year 2022 we started mix with my friend Daryl in ,,Klub ve zdi'' in Zábřeh with help of our friend Dave 87. 
Till this time, I was trying to make some basic beats in FL Studio and one day in November I decided, that I want make my first track. 
First December 2022 I upload my first tune called ,,Horizon''.

At the beginning of 2023, I went to work to Holland, where I bought a ReMOTE Compact sampler for 10€ from a bazaar in Sneek and it still helps me in my work. By time I also got a drumpad from Akai and I use the keys, which I use for "covers'' too.

Today I'm still producing tracks and uploading to SoundCloud and to Youtube. 
The more I know, the less I know, but I love this progress and it makes me happy more and more. 
I still do mix too and I share my mixes to Mixcloud and mixes with video to YouTube. This hobby is really big apart of my life and I want keep goin' in this way. 
I'm into bass, deep and dark styles, DNB, Dubstep, Deep House, etc. but I love exploring new stuff and new genres and trying still for something new, in mixing and in production too. I don't have abroads in that. My plan right now is to buy vinyls with mix and to start mixing traditionally from LP's.

I am glad for every feedback or for every support 🤙 
So enjoy and have a fine listening 🎧

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~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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dnb/sci fi (from 90's to now, what happened?)

essential listening:

Dillinja (Silver Blade)
Matrix (Destiny)
Nico No U Turn (Droid)
Skynet & Stakka (9000 Series)
Dom & Roland (Deckers Theme)
Doc Scott (Machines)
Foul Play (Artificial Intelligence) Moving Shadows
Bad Company UK (Colonies)
Ed Rush & Optical (Mystery Machine)
Dave Shichman (The Running Man)
LTJ Buckem (Horizons) and GLR
Dunk & Black Opps (Bang Bang)
Ram Trilogy (Human Future)
A Guy Called Gerald
Metalheadz/Goldie
Adam F (Metropolis)
Johnny L (Piper)
Tech Itch (The Real)
Teebee (Behind The Sun)
Trace/Nico (The Mutant)
Current Value (Cybernetic Future)
Noisia (Stigma)
Photek (Rings Around Saturn)
Audio (Point of No Return)
Roni Size (Destination)
Krust (True Stories)
Die (Clear Skyz)
Cause 4 Concern (Future Shock)
Planet V
Fabio and Grooverider







https://soundcloud.com/transfrequencies-label
https://soundcloud.com/transvalue27
https://soundcloud.com/jazlu
https://soundcloud.com/sephiadnb
https://soundcloud.com/shar-worrell
https://soundcloud.com/neko-26
https://soundcloud.com/deluxe-83
https://soundcloud.com/officialdrumad
https://soundcloud.com/all172things
https://soundcloud.com/talisa_dnb
https://soundcloud.com/drum_pusher_audio_entropy
https://soundcloud.com/mia-sky-395009199
https://soundcloud.com/melinki
https://soundcloud.com/norealitymusic
https://soundcloud.com/catnapaudio
https://soundcloud.com/ame_chaos
https://soundcloud.com/geleeroyal
https://soundcloud.com/chid-aruma
https://soundcloud.com/brian-grimmlin
https://soundcloud.com/durability-dnb
https://soundcloud.com/urphdnb
https://soundcloud.com/rollyax
https://soundcloud.com/cyber_wuruhi
https://soundcloud.com/jane-doe-drum-n-bass
https://soundcloud.com/ninery
https://soundcloud.com/nitro_b
https://soundcloud.com/danny-jenk
https://soundcloud.com/orlan732
https://soundcloud.com/user-475721223
https://soundcloud.com/dj-willsyboy
https://soundcloud.com/diversepressure
https://soundcloud.com/sekhmetdnb
https://soundcloud.com/dnbtonic
https://soundcloud.com/rinor-hajdari
https://soundcloud.com/drophead303
https://soundcloud.com/kodekadnb
https://soundcloud.com/the_shrike
https://soundcloud.com/paramether
https://soundcloud.com/skynetaudio
https://soundcloud.com/goldrumz
https://soundcloud.com/e-leee
https://soundcloud.com/warnodnb
https://soundcloud.com/bankz91
https://soundcloud.com/entradnb
https://soundcloud.com/mastrotitta
https://soundcloud.com/ghostemane
https://soundcloud.com/user-610836157
https://soundcloud.com/dubudnb
https://soundcloud.com/timmi-c
https://soundcloud.com/h20-dnb
https://soundcloud.com/standbyexperience
https://soundcloud.com/bhelixmusic
https://soundcloud.com/shark-boy-31290690
https://soundcloud.com/torzx
https://soundcloud.com/mella_man
https://soundcloud.com/tim-e-aka-current-value
https://soundcloud.com/arleighdnb

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Have you been stealing the attention again? Probably :) Shine bright

Im collecting dnb tracks since 2005, so it has been 20 years for now... 
i saw many talents. I like all of the drum and bass music (;

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Founded in 2020 by @division-official, Deep Within Recordings has swiftly emerged as a driving force within the underground music scene. With an impressive discography boasting over 10 releases, including notable placements in the prestigious Beatport Top 10, the label has solidified its position as a tastemaker in the electronic music industry.

In 2022, Deep Within Recordings was honored with a nomination for the Best Newcomer Label at the renowned Drum and Bass Arena Awards, further affirming their rising prominence. The label serves as a magnet for well-known names from the scene, attracting established artists who recognize the label's commitment to quality and innovation.

Deep Within Recordings has garnered a reputation as a talent factory, consistently unearthing and nurturing emerging artists who possess a unique artistic vision. By providing a platform for these talented individuals, the label fuels the evolution of electronic music, pushing boundaries and shaping the future of the genre.