Screamarts - The Circle

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Making only a minute splash, a pair of sandaled feet landed in the murky waters of the city’s sewer system. Their owner winced slightly as his first step squelched upon the sodden and soggy soil that coated the ground within these grand pipes, but redoubled his focus with the knowledge that their labyrinthine network would provide him with a means to sneak into the castle unseen, undetected, and with minimal resistance. Assured in this knowledge, he strode forwards with confidence, undeterred by the murky and fetid environment in which he now traveled.

After some time in the sewers, the ronin became aware that he was being watched. From the most shadowed corners of the system's most cavernous corridors, he began to catch glimpses of sickly yellow eyes that followed him not with the vigilance of man but with the ravenous hunger of a beast. As he quickened his pace, he felt only more and more of these eyes upon him and began to rush through the passages in search of a glimmer of light. Finding it deep beneath the grated cover of a street-level vent, he turned to face his would-be assailants and found them on all sides; feral rats of a gargantuan size that dripped noxious poisons from the rotted enamel of their exposed teeth. As he assumed a defensive posture, the ronin grinned beneath the wide brim of his armored hat. It had been some time since he had been able to test his skills against an enemy this numerous, and his blade hungered to cleave through the soft hides of these rodents of unusual size. Thus it was that as the horde came upon him, his battle cry echoed upwards to the street above with glee, alongside the frenzied screeching of the swarm that fell like grass before his honed blade. Even within this melee, however, the ronin could not shake the feeling that he was being watched again, now by more human eyes. As the penultimate rat fell before his blade, a thunderous explosion reverberated throughout the tunnel, silencing the chamber he stood within. As his gaze traveled upwards, it followed a thin trail of smoke from the silver barrel of a six-shooter upwards to the brims of two hats, wide like his own but made of leather rather than straw. From beneath one came a single gruff greeting, breaking the silence wrought by the gun that had emerged from the darkness.

“Howdy, stranger”

SCREAMARTS returns to EATBRAIN with his latest EP, FERAL. Unified by the untamed roars of their driving basslines, the four tracks within see SCREAMARTS tap into the most primal portions of his sound both solo and in collaboration with fellow EATBRAIN artists BURR OAK for his most raw and unrestrained release yet.

Feral

Screamarts & Burr Oak - On The Other Side (Eatbrain 159)

Immersion EP

Immersion

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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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Inscribed within the cracked desert soil was a grand runic glyph formed seemingly of purest obsidian, cauterized like a scar upon the heart of the barren landscape surrounding it. In the distance, the remains of a great wood stood silent, likewise devastated by primal flame and later petrified by the desiccating desert winds. In the ages since the great rune had been carved, scant few had dared venture into the inhospitable wasteland even to probe the rumors of magic power that was said to still lurk at its core. Those who did were visited by visions of terror and carnage that lacked even the comfort of decay at the ends of those who experienced the summoning of The Ancient, a being so foolishly bound in rage and desperation by a people long lost to the sands of time and the desert alike.

In these visions, the truths of that time were revealed to those whose eyes were so forced into the past by the latent magics of the land. There had been no victory here amidst the sands that now incorporated particles of human bone, no honor claimed by the brave warriors who fought on either side of this dual conflict, whose blood had boiled and melted their flesh beneath the resplendent bronze of their armor as it shone under the rays of the sun. The Ancient, brought to this plane of existence solely of malice, ignorance, and ego, had become itself suffused by the emotion of its summoners. So much greater was its power that they too were annihilated within its divine flame alongside their enemies and all of the bounties of the land for which they fought. Forever since had it lain barren, bereft of even a single drop of rain in the centuries that had passed, for those who had sought to wield the power of the gods as a weapon, no quarter could ever be given upon this once verdant land of their holy creation.

SCREAMARTS summons a foreboding set of sonics for his DUALITY EP, the Austrian artist’s latest tale within EATBRAIN’s codex and catalog. Drawing inspiration from the dual justifications of human conflicts and the suffering that they bring about, SCREAMARTS presents DUALITY as a cautionary tale of the woe that has long befallen all those of humankind who perpetrate such conflicts no matter their moral aim.

written by Gwen Kubik

Duality

Screamarts - Duality (Eatbrain 180)

Screamarts X Enta - Punchline (Eatbrain 180)

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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 - Prisoner (Eatbrain 181)

Much time had passed since the uprising of the demon kings had sprung forth from the ancient obelisk, bringing ruin to the great city that had been built around it. Yet more had passed since humanity had lost their homeworld to these malevolent creatures, who poured out from the monument with no other desire than to torture, pillage, and destroy. For years, all-out war had raged on the Earth’s surface and yet for all of humanity’s most valiant efforts, the killing of one demon had begotten only the rising of two more. In their final hour, those scant few who survived had fled to the stars, abandoning the wreckage of their beloved home. It was there that they maintained an uneasy existence above it, one tied to the sanctuary of a handful of meager orbital stations scattered amidst their solar system.
	
It was from these stations that they now watched in horror as a great celestial body rapidly entered their domain, its surface scarred by gargantuan visages of suffering and despair that protruded from its surface. As it neared the abandoned remains of their homeworld, the gravity well of the hellish sphere sucked its shattered pieces almost instantaneously inward as though feeding the horrific faces that marred its ochre hide. Though sound permeated not through the vacuum of space, the minds of all those who watched were split by a psychic scream of pleasure that emanated forth from the planet as though it were a living being. Then, as though sated by the life it had consumed, it began to drift back beyond the bounds of their solar system, completing the cycle of DIVERGENCE once more. 

EATBRAIN unveils the massive fifth entry in their divergence series with DIVERGENCE V, a two-part release featuring a monstrous array of 36 new tracks from names novel and veteran to the label alike. Packed within is the full fury of the EATBRAIN horde; unrestrained, unrestricted, and unrelenting in its deliverance of Drum & Bass’s hardest edges.

Divergence V Part 1

Agressor Bunx - Tempest (EATBRAIN LP015)

SOKOLVSKA

Eliz Live Mix Jul2019

Elisabet Varela begins in 1998 to have contact
With electronic music mixing with vinyls.
It is in 2013, when his interest in Drum & Bass,
Takes you to create an online radio, NOISE RADIO DNB
And to form with Jay P Small a Duet DJ / Producer, JayLiz.
Being also Director Manager of the record label
Argentino Matter Records.
His love for this genre and its different styles,
Together with his restless and innovative mind,
And their ability in the mixer, make it able to mix
Any subgenre, making their direct
Can sound both in club and in room.
His style is so vérsatil that it is difficult to define it.
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Elisabet Varela comienza en 1998 a tener contacto 
con la musica Electrónica mezclando con vinilos.
Es en 2013, cuando su interés por el Drum&Bass, 
le lleva a crear una radio online, NOISE RADIO DNB
y a formar junto a Jay P Small un Dúo DJ/Producer, JayLiz. 
Siendo también Directora Manager del sello Discográfico 
Argentino Matter Records.
Su amor por este género y sus diferentes estilos, 
junto a su mente inquieta e innovadora, 
y su habilidad en el mixer, la hacen capaz de mezclar 
cualquier subgénero, haciendo que sus directos 
puedan sonar tanto en club como en sala.
Su estilo es tan vérsatil que es difícil definirlo.

Eliz Live Mix Jul2019

Eliz G

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