Forced Records is a sub-label for:
@audiocure

Please direct potential releases to our A&R:
@https://soundcloud.com/hvteddubstep

Welcome to Forced Records, our record label was founded on November 3, 2014 by @biobane. Now in 2024 we are back under new management @hvteddubstep. Together we are ready to put a spotlight on the heavy hitters of our underground scene.

Owner:
@https://soundcloud.com/biobane

Where the machines are born within the bass. 

Logo & Banner by: https://soundcloud.com/mvha_music
Send your demos here Hydraulic.Submissions@gmail.com

For any questions or want to download our vocal packs, please feel free to contact here or my personal soundcloud. https://soundcloud.com/angel-de-leon-hydraulic

ROSTER:
https://soundcloud.com/astralone2011
https://soundcloud.com/constrict_noise
https://soundcloud.com/iamkarnal
https://soundcloud.com/iamkroww
https://soundcloud.com/iamshadxw
https://soundcloud.com/irreverence-dzk
https://soundcloud.com/l-a_e-m
https://soundcloud.com/malphasdub
https://soundcloud.com/mvha_music
https://soundcloud.com/skyheaven_music
https://soundcloud.com/skrush-official
https://soundcloud.com/temphiot

Label Support:
https://soundcloud.com/ascended-audio
https://soundcloud.com/bassfaceaudio-1
https://soundcloud.com/corrosionattackrecords
https://soundcloud.com/crowsnest-3
https://soundcloud.com/electrostepnetwork
https://soundcloud.com/fullflexaudio
https://soundcloud.com/fuskrecords
https://soundcloud.com/legionaudio 
https://soundcloud.com/riddimdubstep
https://soundcloud.com/wasteland-records

Yerevan based multimedia platform (est. 2019). Events, interviews and articles on rave culture, technological art and modern society.

breaks - dub - 2step - garage  - jungle - electro

PRIMAL RECORDS
OWNER @gvngsignz

WE ARE BACK 2024
TEAR OUT & TRENCH ™ 

PARTNERS WITH
CAPITAL EMPIRE [MANAGEMENT]
capitalempireofficial@gmail.com

OUT NOW
@officialwattum 
MOURNING OF A MURDER [EP]
@ennaut IMORTAL 
@scafettamusic SOULS
@necroticnoise CADAVER
@predakoreofficial HELL FIRE

COMING SOON
@ragebot DARK ART
11/15/24
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@gvngsignz [PRESENTS]
RITUAL V2 [COMING SOON] 

WE ARE PRIMAL


𝕰𝕾𝕿 2016

SUBMISSIONS
primalrecordsofficial@gmail.com

mylsefree@gmail.com
MYL$E FREE  
Producer and Artist
⛓️🖤

Help me spread the sound of my soul.
Follow, Like, Comment, Repost!
Every beat, every note, is a step on my journey through life’s struggles and triumphs. In Sufism, dhawq or "tasting" represents a profound, personal experience of the divine—felt deeply through practices like meditation, prayer, and music.

DHAWQ is pioneering a new genre called Dag Mout—a fusion of crooked notes, distorted melodies, and unconventional rhythms. It’s a sound that reflects the imperfections and beauty of life itself, capturing moments of transformation and resilience. Dag Mout is more than just a genre; it’s a raw, evolving experience where light meets dark, and chaos meets harmony.

Join me on this journey to discover DHAWQ and feel the music that moves the soul.

WATTUM
Excited to have joined the EMPIRE!! Contact Joel for all bookings and management requests at capitalempireofficial@gmail.com

More Watts = More Power

WATTUM is an Oni Assassin seeking raver souls to take to the depths of lower frequencies. With heavy bass tearing through the high ends and lifting the lowest of lows to their peak. He brings a whole new level to Tearout with rapid triplets and crazy screeching sustains screaming as bass lovers head bang and tear through the pits!!!!!!!!

Production/Disc Jockey 🎹 Dance Music

Galactic Bamboo Records/Sub Sync Syndicate/Amber Day
Affiliate Label - Mustache Crew Records São Paulo Brazil

Kik Science is a bass-driven music project blending elements of drum and bass, dubstep, progressive and electronic experimentation. Known for its deep, immersive soundscapes and heavy beats, Kik Science takes listeners on an auditory journey through atmospheric textures and cutting-edge rhythms. Each track showcases a balance of intensity and precision, capturing the essence of the underground electronic scene.

Our story continues...

The hum of the ship’s engines was a constant reminder of how far from safe Neon truly was. She stood near one of the narrow viewports, watching as Mastika's barren surface shrank into the darkness of space. It should have felt like freedom—leaving that twisted world behind—but the weight of Thorne's words pressed heavy on her chest.

"You’re quiet," Thorne remarked, stepping into the control room behind her. He moved with the ease of someone who always had the upper hand, every gesture calculated, deliberate. His gaze locked on her, assessing.

Neon glanced at him but said nothing. Her mind churned with possibilities, every scenario darker than the last. She had the Coranthium, but at what cost? The Vantoth would come collecting, and from everything she’d heard, their methods of settling debts were brutal and non-negotiable. But Thorne, as always, was an enigma—was he just another cog in the machine, or did he have his own game to play?

“You didn’t mention the debt when we made this arrangement,” Neon said finally, her voice cutting through the low hum of the ship. “I don’t like surprises.”

Thorne leaned against the bulkhead, arms crossed. “If I’d told you, would it have changed anything? We both know you were out of options.”

Neon stiffened. He wasn’t wrong, but it grated on her all the same. “I prefer to know exactly what I’m signing up for.”

A slow smile crept across Thorne’s face, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “You knew enough. The Vantoth don’t deal in charity.”

Her fists clenched at her sides, a hundred retorts bubbling to the surface. She forced herself to focus, to stay calm. If she wanted to survive this, she needed to keep her wits about her. There was always a way out. There had to be.

“So, what now?” she asked, changing the subject. “Where are we headed?”

Thorne walked past her, adjusting something on the console. “We’ll rendezvous with a Vantoth cruiser near the Helios Expanse. They’ll take the Coranthium off your hands, and then we part ways. What happens after that... is your concern.”

Neon watched him closely. There was always an angle with Thorne, and she had to figure out what his was before it was too late. “You’re not staying with them?”

Thorne paused, his fingers hovering over the controls. For the briefest moment, his confident façade cracked. “No. I have my own business to take care of.”

Before she could press further, alarms blared through the ship. Red lights pulsed along the walls, and the view outside the port shifted as the ship dropped out of hyperspace with a violent jolt.

Neon grabbed the edge of the console to steady herself. “What the hell—”

Thorne was already moving, his expression grim. “We’ve been pulled out by a gravity well.”

"Pirates?” Neon asked, her voice tense.

“Worse.” Thorne’s fingers flew over the controls, but the strain in his jaw told her everything she needed to know.

The ship lurched again, and outside the viewport, a massive shadow passed. Neon’s stomach dropped as she recognized the silhouette of the vessel.

Vantoth.

“They’re early,” Thorne muttered. “This wasn’t the plan.”

Neon’s pulse spiked. “What do they want?”

“They're here for the Coranthium. And if they don’t get it, they’ll take us instead.”

#stabs

Releases on:

Tearout Network:
https://on.soundcloud.com/w2DyP

FORCED RECORDS:
https://on.soundcloud.com/W4hTJ

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