L 33 - Take OR Leave [Bandcamp]

Mizo - Katana

Time stood still to make way for the fastest and most destructive dubstep in the universe. "Time Gone Chapter I" by IRONTYPE, released on Paperfunk Recordings, is a revolution where dubstep, pushed to the limits of speed, transforms into Drum & Bass. This release shatters conventional notions of tempo and sound, blurring the boundaries between genres.

Each track is a sonic explosion, where blistering speed is accentuated by brutal basslines and aggressive synths. IRONTYPE raises the bar: his music sounds as if time itself has slowed down to let you experience this adrenaline-fueled storm. The sound design masterfully combines metallic textures with incredible density, creating a sonic whirlwind where chaos and structure merge seamlessly.

Paperfunk Recordings once again proves to be the home for the boldest experimenters, providing a platform for sounds that break through reality. "Time Gone Chapter I" is a chronicle of speed, pure energy, and the complete destruction of musical expectations.

Welcome to the world of IRONTYPE, where time is an illusion and sound is the only reality.
Dive in. Disappear. Reborn.



Irontype - Bass Drop

Release date: 27/12/2024
Cop it here: bit.ly/VTOR022

Artist: TRCD
@trcddnb

Label: VTO Records
@vtorecords

TRCD - No Ghosts, No Gimmicks [Premiere]

older project. jump up version of no mas.

no mas - jumpy - re work - w.i.t_dnb - last attempt

Haunted Hardware

//artist
@cod3x
facebook.com/Cod3xDNB/

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

The pathways of the vault reached deep into the earth, their contents hidden away from the citizens of the surface - the living - oblivious to the enigmatic codex of ever-shifting sound that modulated within. Frequencies never perceived by any still living being undulated in the darkness, refracting and fragmenting against the walls of their prison. The source was unspeakable, the existence of such a device was to be explicitly denied to the few on the periphery of the project, for the tones it produced were known to affect those who heard them with an equally enigmatic array of symptoms. The compulsions wrought from its constant and incomprehensible auditory alterations had grasped at the very core of the test-subjects’ souls, piercing the fabric of their minds and spilling their sanity across the walls of the chamber. Every conceivable test beyond the borders of morality had been performed to discern the nature of the infernal machine, but reason hesitated at the edge of the madness that emanated from the sonic maelstrom at its core. All had failed in the face of that ever-changing maw.

The device was locked away, buried, forgotten, expunged from any and all official discussion. But an echo remained, holding on to a whisper in the subtlety of a rumour, produced not by the the codex itself, but across the tongues of the very few at the fringes of the project, tantalized by the tales of sounds so deviant as to have been buried, cast as illegal. The whisper grew and spread, a hidden frequency reverberating throughout the people, its resonance growl increasing in intensity, driving all to distraction. The populace began its search, feverishly scouring the streets and the city outskirts, the machine’s call echoing and answering as they closed in on the source… enticing them as a siren with languid promises otherworldly experience. In time, before the vast sealed entry to the forgotten crypt of the codex, a mass of supplicants surged in unison at the gateway. Ravenous, single-minded, they hurled themselves at the structure, lost in the desire to be overwhelmed, drowned in the illegal audio within. As the prison wall ruptured, the machine erupted with a vast, resounding wail, tearing at its new worshippers with sonic claws forged from pure terror, wrapped in the souls of those prior who had suffered the same fate. The acolytes were thrown backwards, faces drained in horror at the momentary comprehension of the malevolent mechanical deity they had released. Their minds were pillaged of their thoughts, brainwaves seized and entwined within the codex’s power as its sonics penetrated and passed through them with vicious, unstoppable force.

//release date
9th July Beatport & Spotify exc.
23rd July worldwide

Illegal Sound EP

Get Illegal Sound EP

Cod3x - Nothing (Eatbrain061)

//artist

@mindscape
facebook.com/m1ndscape/

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

// release date
Beatport Excl. 25.10.19 & Worldwide - 08.11.19

Within the vast plain of a once feral land glistened a metropolis of undeniable beauty, a monument to those who had triumphed over what had lain in this place before. Brightly as it shone however, the shadows cast by its towering spires told a different story. The creation of such beauty had been an ugly thing indeed, and still within its darkest alleys there were those who remembered what had been and what they had suffered. In secret they met, practitioners of the old ways who stood determined to see the return of the land’s natural state. They had watched the land carefully, seeing what others did not within each passing day’s minute differences. Thus, when the day of their ascendancy at last arrived, their ritual had already begun.

Those living at the city’s outskirts reported it first, a low rumbling that began to shake the heirlooms from their shelves. Quickly this turbulence began to spread through the city, and by the time it had reached the center the metropolis’ reckoning had arrived. A great beast had begun to smash its way through the city’s outlying areas, trampling all in its path with the unrestrained fury of the wilds. With singular intent in charged headlong towards the city’s center, reducing shops and homes to rubble without caution or care. Wrought from the flesh of one of the plain's native creatures, the great beast had been brought forth by the practitioners of the old ways to carry out their righteous vengeance. Thus they cackled as the perpetrators of their subjugation feld beneath its thunderous hooves whilst screaming out a single monstrous name, HOGZILLA.

EATBRAIN veteran Mindscape returns to the label under the newly revised moniker MNDSCP, continuing in the work of his original alias under the novel title with his latest EP on the label. Following the release of his three part Reanimator LP on the label in 2018, MNDSCP now presents HOGZILLA as his latest body of work, setting the stage for future releases under his new alias with four tracks powered by his singularly tech focused sonics.

Hogzilla

Hogzilla EP

MNDSCP - Hogzilla (Eatbrain091)

Available on July 6, 2020.
Buy & Stream:
https://smarturl.it/kosen48

Maniatics are back with a 4 tracks EP, Reborn Part I, showcasing their debut album forthcoming on Kosenprod.

Artwork: Erik Osvald
Mastering: Julien Carbou

Follow Maniatics:
https://soundcloud.com/maniatics
https://www.facebook.com/ManiaticsDnb/
https://www.instagram.com/maniatics_official/

Kosen: 
https://www.kosenprod.com 
https://soundcloud.com/kosenprod 
https://www.facebook.com/KOSEN.PRODUCTION
https://kosenproduction.bandcamp.com/
https://www.instagram.com/kosenprod/
https://twitter.com/kosenprod
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCIbBlXzP1ovUmTYnf5JpswA

Reborn Part I

Buy & Stream

Maniatics - Autoplay [KOSEN 48]

Download / Stream: https://fanlink.tv/MantaDSCOPE007

@manta-audio is back on Diascope with his stunning 'Watching Waves' EP.
Written and crafted with passion to flip (virtual) dance floors up side down.
We love this tunes and we hope you too!
Danke :)
T & J

Watching Waves EP

Manta - Distant

//artist

@mindscape
facebook.com/m1ndscape/

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

// release date
Beatport Excl. 22.01.21 & Worldwide - 05.02.21

A single moment passed in silence before the view of silicone eyes, underneath which a mechanical being partook in an organic substance, taking a drag of her cigarette there within that soundless void. Though it did not produce the same biological reaction in her as it did in humans, the action possessed a certain juneau sais quoi, an attitude that she delighted in performing even at a moment like this. With her inhale, she briefly considered disabling her pain sensors. With her exhale, she clung to the humanity they brought her. Instead, she chose to fire her left tear duct, letting a single bead of moisture hang like fresh dew at the corner of her eye. Would they find her and reassemble her? She wondered at the thought, but hoped not. The city before her had been her world, and now before her it disappeared.

The shockwave tore through her body in an instant, traveling at a speed not slowed even by the durable alloys of which her skeleton was composed. She felt wire after wire detach, disconnecting the circuits that fed information to the high speed processor that served as her brain. There went her hair, her right leg, her ring finger and the ring it bore. In the instant that she was dismantled by the blast she pondered how the humans felt at this exact moment, or if their brains were too slow to process what was occurring to them. Her skull detached from her faceplate, and with the remaining voltage her brain experienced one final thought. “So this is what it feels like to die”.

EATBRAIN powerhouse MNDSCP debuts his latest work on the label with his SLICER EP, a name that portends well to the expertly honed sonics that lie within. Following his previous EP “Plot Hole” on the label, MNDSCP continues to augment the EATBRAIN horde with an array of sonic cybernetic enhancements, all powered by the mind of the machine behind SLICER.

Slicer

Slicer EP

MNDSCP - Slicer (Eatbrain 116)

Dark. Deep. Unfiltered. Unrestrained. This is premier neurofunk drum & bass. This is Eatbrain.