Neuro Set Hard

//artist
@akovmusic
facebook.com/akovmusic/

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

//release dates
Beatport Excl. 28.05.21
& Worldwide - 11.06.21


Within the maze-like passageways of the organization’s most secure facility lay a block of cells custom forged to contain the eldritch powers of their aberrant inhabitants. Some bore robust electrokinetic plating on their walls to prevent their inhabitants from simply phasing through their containment, whilst others opted for amplified versions of more traditional carceral methodology, locking their subjects behind foot-thick doors of depleted uranium and litany of layered locks to keep the horrors that resided within them at bay. Amidst this labyrinth, one cell alone seemed strangely conventional, but behind its bars lay an anomalous being more sinister than any with which it shared this ward.

On a purely physical consideration, the subject was by the hallmark of its species, a towering ursine figure that rippled with musculature developed by its myriad successful hunts. Tooth and claw were honed to perfection for that self-same savage purpose, and even the beast’s oaken fur seemed to be sharpened by the bear’s pure predatory instinct. Yet the creature was not the only inhabitant of its cell, as coursing through its veins was another organism of lesser stature but perhaps greater danger. Its viral influence had overtaken the beast’s brain, and in exchange, it had tripled the creature’s strength and imbued it with unending ravenous hunger. That selfsame virus now lay within the acrid saliva that dripped from the subject’s jaws, and posed a threat far greater than that of the simple mauling that its host could well deliver. For once its host had finished with its prey, the virus would reconstitute their remains under its own control, adding another hungry mouth to the ravenous swarm it sought to grow. As each took another life, the virus’s influence would only grow, until it had the entire world ENSNARED under it singular influence.

With ENSNARED, AKOV returns triumphantly to EATBRAIN with his latest selection of infectious Neurofunk sonics, which are set to whip the label’s horde into a frenzy on the basis of their pure primal power. Within, AKOV’s signature twisted basslines are applied to rapid percussive sequences amidst a variety of texture pads for the creation of four tracks guaranteed to rend their way into the ears of unsuspecting listeners.

Ensnared

Ensnared EP

AKOV - Ensnared (Eatbrain 122)

//artists

@akovmusic
facebook.com/akovmusic/

@screamartsdnb
facebook.com/Screamartsdnb

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

//release dates
Beatport Excl. 28.05.21
& Worldwide - 11.06.21

Within the maze-like passageways of the organization’s most secure facility lay a block of cells custom forged to contain the eldritch powers of their aberrant inhabitants. Some bore robust electrokinetic plating on their walls to prevent their inhabitants from simply phasing through their containment, whilst others opted for amplified versions of more traditional carceral methodology, locking their subjects behind foot-thick doors of depleted uranium and litany of layered locks to keep the horrors that resided within them at bay. Amidst this labyrinth, one cell alone seemed strangely conventional, but behind its bars lay an anomalous being more sinister than any with which it shared this ward.

On a purely physical consideration, the subject was by the hallmark of its species, a towering ursine figure that rippled with musculature developed by its myriad successful hunts. Tooth and claw were honed to perfection for that self-same savage purpose, and even the beast’s oaken fur seemed to be sharpened by the bear’s pure predatory instinct. Yet the creature was not the only inhabitant of its cell, as coursing through its veins was another organism of lesser stature but perhaps greater danger. Its viral influence had overtaken the beast’s brain, and in exchange, it had tripled the creature’s strength and imbued it with unending ravenous hunger. That selfsame virus now lay within the acrid saliva that dripped from the subject’s jaws, and posed a threat far greater than that of the simple mauling that its host could well deliver. For once its host had finished with its prey, the virus would reconstitute their remains under its own control, adding another hungry mouth to the ravenous swarm it sought to grow. As each took another life, the virus’s influence would only grow, until it had the entire world ENSNARED under it singular influence.

With ENSNARED, AKOV returns triumphantly to EATBRAIN with his latest selection of infectious Neurofunk sonics, which are set to whip the label’s horde into a frenzy on the basis of their pure primal power. Within, AKOV’s signature twisted basslines are applied to rapid percussive sequences amidst a variety of texture pads for the creation of four tracks guaranteed to rend their way into the ears of unsuspecting listeners.

AKOV & Screamarts - Disfunktion (Eatbrain 122)

//artist
@akovmusic
facebook.com/akovmusic/

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

//release dates
Beatport Excl. 28.05.21
& Worldwide - 11.06.21

Within the maze-like passageways of the organization’s most secure facility lay a block of cells custom forged to contain the eldritch powers of their aberrant inhabitants. Some bore robust electrokinetic plating on their walls to prevent their inhabitants from simply phasing through their containment, whilst others opted for amplified versions of more traditional carceral methodology, locking their subjects behind foot-thick doors of depleted uranium and litany of layered locks to keep the horrors that resided within them at bay. Amidst this labyrinth, one cell alone seemed strangely conventional, but behind its bars lay an anomalous being more sinister than any with which it shared this ward.

On a purely physical consideration, the subject was by the hallmark of its species, a towering ursine figure that rippled with musculature developed by its myriad successful hunts. Tooth and claw were honed to perfection for that self-same savage purpose, and even the beast’s oaken fur seemed to be sharpened by the bear’s pure predatory instinct. Yet the creature was not the only inhabitant of its cell, as coursing through its veins was another organism of lesser stature but perhaps greater danger. Its viral influence had overtaken the beast’s brain, and in exchange, it had tripled the creature’s strength and imbued it with unending ravenous hunger. That selfsame virus now lay within the acrid saliva that dripped from the subject’s jaws, and posed a threat far greater than that of the simple mauling that its host could well deliver. For once its host had finished with its prey, the virus would reconstitute their remains under its own control, adding another hungry mouth to the ravenous swarm it sought to grow. As each took another life, the virus’s influence would only grow, until it had the entire world ENSNARED under it singular influence.

With ENSNARED, AKOV returns triumphantly to EATBRAIN with his latest selection of infectious Neurofunk sonics, which are set to whip the label’s horde into a frenzy on the basis of their pure primal power. Within, AKOV’s signature twisted basslines are applied to rapid percussive sequences amidst a variety of texture pads for the creation of four tracks guaranteed to rend their way into the ears of unsuspecting listeners.

AKOV - Voices (Eatbrain 122)

AKOV - The Itch (Eatbrain 122)

/artist

@soundcloud.com/teddykillerz
facebook.com/teddykillerz1/

//label

facebook.com/Eatbra1n
twitter.com/eatbra1n

// release date

Beatport Excl. 14.03.22
& Worldwide - 28.03.22

Surrounded by a mass of swirling souls stood a trio of nature’s fiercest warriors, their hairs bristling with a barely contained mixture of rage and aggression that sharpened them to a razor’s edge. With claws bared they stood staunchly within the maelstrom, searching for a near-imperceptible core that lay somewhere within. A corrupted skull, the workings of a warlock whom had borne a curse upon the once peaceful resting places of these innumerable dead, was the source of the conflagration of undeath that inched ever closer as it twisted around the trio, and its destruction was the key to their survival.

As the ripples in the dead tide began to lap at the feet of the ursine trio, it was in tandem that they spotted the skull that lay within, its eyes replaced with blood red rubies etched in the runes that had bound such an unholy amalgamation of beings to existence. Acting on the impulse of their perfectly honed instinct, the trio lunged at once towards this horrific visage. In doing so they bore the full brunt of the soulstorm that whipped around them, pushing past the very energies of death as they sought to strike at their sole chance for salvation. With primal fury, each of the three levied blows that landed true, tearing the cursed gems from the being’s eye sockets and rending its structure in two. With a single anguished scream, the souls so bound cried out for but a moment before being dismissed by the reactive force of the magic that had once held them. Once again the TEDDY KILLERZ had dealt a triumphant blow, delivering CRITICAL DAMAGE unto another foe that had sought to see them fall.

TEDDY KILLERZ deliver their latest batch of expertly tuned neurofunk frequencies to the eager ears of the EATBRAIN horde with CRITICAL DAMAGE for EATBRAIN 136. A trio always at home amidst frenzy of the label’s faithful, TEDDY KILLERZ’ latest work is a part of their long legacy at EATBRAIN that most recently manifested their 2021 EP “Ghosts”. CRITICAL DAMAGE sees them return in peak form following their recent releases on Souped Up, Bassrush, and RAM as the trio deliver a triptych of tracks set to impart maximum sonic force upon their targets worldwide.

Critical Damage

Critical Damage EP

Teddy Killerz - Don't Kill The Vibe (Eatbrain 136)

Teddy Killerz - Ego (Eatbrain 136)

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

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

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 - Revenant (Eatbrain 158)

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

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

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.

SLWDWN - Get High (Eatbrain 158)

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

@trinistofficial
instagram.com/trinist_official/

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

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.

SLWDWN & Trinist - Way (Eatbrain 158)

SLWDWN - Outer Darkness (Eatbrain 158)

//artist

@burroakmusic
facebook.com/burroakmusic

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

// release date
Beatport Excl. 17.02.20 & Worldwide - 02.03.20

“Hey Scruggs…”
“Yeah Sonny Jim?”
“You ever done seen a varmint like this one before?”

Spurs firmly entrenched in the dirt and hands hovering over the holsters of their six shooters, a pair of lone cattlemen stared with befuddlement at the being that stood before them. Rising from the cracked desert soil was an amalgamation that seemed to be composed of every plant able to hold on in that heat blasted wasteland, as though the earth itself had taken offense at the idea of a cattle drive through the largest desert on the continent. Its bones were of the great saguaro, riddled with millions of piercing needles, and across its flesh ran a layer of bindweed that flowered with the sickly off-white petals so known for strangling the crops in this western reach of the country. Perhaps most uncanny was what seemed to be the monster’s “face” which mimicked humanity with a pair of massive seedlike eyes and teeth of razor sharp yucca as it gazed menacingly at the insignificant forms that lay below.

In the face of this monstrosity stood Scruggs & Sonny Jim, sharing in the courage of a bond built on years of shared experience driving cattle across the great expanses of the continent. With wordless and fluid synchronization, the pair drew their revolvers and fired a pair of shots directly into the eyes of the great beast as they sprinted for their saddles. Though they knew the shots would not kill, for indeed they doubted if such a behemoth could even be slain, theirs was an action that might yet secure their escape. Driving their spurs into the flanks of their mounts, the two took off at breakneck pace away from the massive form that now emitted an otherworldly howl behind them. The ground shook with the weight of the monster’s lumbering movements, but the duo’s fine horses held true to their course, and behind them the nightmarish horror disappeared in a cloud of dust. Yet even as they rode on into the sunset, the pair was not alone. High above, they were trailed by a hawk that watched them keenly with the exacting precision of its predatory eyes. Though Scruggs & Sonny Jim had escaped for a time, the land was alive, and it was always watching.

BURR OAK hop in the saddle for their first full EATBRAIN EP, following a feature track on the label’s Divergence II compilation and a set of previous EP’s on the like minded Trendkill Records. A dynamic duo composed of The Clamps & Opsen, BURR OAK now drive the EATBRAIN horde onwards to new sonic horizons as they deliver their fully loaded HAWKEYE EP to the horde’s myriad ears.

Hawkeye

Hawkeye EP

Burr Oak - Hawkeye (Eatbrain097)

Burr Oak - Twinkle Toes (Eatbrain097)

Burr Oak - Boeh (Eatbrain097)

//artists

@burroakmusic
facebook.com/burroakmusic

@user-186154757
facebook.com/jennaevans01/

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

// release date
Beatport Excl. 17.02.20 & Worldwide - 02.03.20

“Hey Scruggs…”
“Yeah Sonny Jim?”
“You ever done seen a varmint like this one before?”

Spurs firmly entrenched in the dirt and hands hovering over the holsters of their six shooters, a pair of lone cattlemen stared with befuddlement at the being that stood before them. Rising from the cracked desert soil was an amalgamation that seemed to be composed of every plant able to hold on in that heat blasted wasteland, as though the earth itself had taken offense at the idea of a cattle drive through the largest desert on the continent. Its bones were of the great saguaro, riddled with millions of piercing needles, and across its flesh ran a layer of bindweed that flowered with the sickly off-white petals so known for strangling the crops in this western reach of the country. Perhaps most uncanny was what seemed to be the monster’s “face” which mimicked humanity with a pair of massive seedlike eyes and teeth of razor sharp yucca as it gazed menacingly at the insignificant forms that lay below.

In the face of this monstrosity stood Scruggs & Sonny Jim, sharing in the courage of a bond built on years of shared experience driving cattle across the great expanses of the continent. With wordless and fluid synchronization, the pair drew their revolvers and fired a pair of shots directly into the eyes of the great beast as they sprinted for their saddles. Though they knew the shots would not kill, for indeed they doubted if such a behemoth could even be slain, theirs was an action that might yet secure their escape. Driving their spurs into the flanks of their mounts, the two took off at breakneck pace away from the massive form that now emitted an otherworldly howl behind them. The ground shook with the weight of the monster’s lumbering movements, but the duo’s fine horses held true to their course, and behind them the nightmarish horror disappeared in a cloud of dust. Yet even as they rode on into the sunset, the pair was not alone. High above, they were trailed by a hawk that watched them keenly with the exacting precision of its predatory eyes. Though Scruggs & Sonny Jim had escaped for a time, the land was alive, and it was always watching.

BURR OAK hop in the saddle for their first full EATBRAIN EP, following a feature track on the label’s Divergence II compilation and a set of previous EP’s on the like minded Trendkill Records. A dynamic duo composed of The Clamps & Opsen, BURR OAK now drive the EATBRAIN horde onwards to new sonic horizons as they deliver their fully loaded HAWKEYE EP to the horde’s myriad ears.

Burr Oak - Soul Searching Ft Jenna Evans (Eatbrain097)

Burr Oak - Rubber (Eatbrain097)

Burr Oak - Do Androids Dream (Eatbrain097)

//artists

@wearezombiecats
facebook.com/wearezombiecats

@sarahpellicano
facebook.com/sarahpellicanomusic

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

// release date
Beatport Excl. 12.02.21
& Worldwide - 26.02.21

Deep within the woods, the mouth of a cave uttered forth a haunting melody wrought of metal on stone and the twisted yowls of a beast so surely gone mad. It’s limestone passageways warped these sounds, reverberating them off of their walls and through the cool underground air that served as a carrier for their transmission. None nearby knew what lay within, only that such sounds warranted nothing but the forbiddance of the entire clearing near the cave, lest one who strayed there be taken by their demonic influence. Thus it was, thus it had been, and thus, prayed the nearby inhabitants, it always would be. Then, the noises stopped.

The quiet was celebrated at first, a sign of old demons exorcised by the faith of the local population. Within the furthest reaches of the cave however was not a demon expelled, but rather a demon reborn. Slowly, a lithe feline form came to its feet, shaking off both the chains that had bound it and portions of its own rotted flesh in a single ripple of its primal musculature. It moved almost silently through the cave, save for the occasional scratch of claw against rock as it contorted its monstrous form to squeeze through the narrow passageways of its ages old prison, which shore of yet more of its rotted flesh as a toll for passage. Driven the burning cold of a long forgotten grudge, the beast clambered forwards, vowing to itself to slaughter those who had bound it here so long ago. There within the cave, emerging from darkness pitch black, the beast’s predatory yowl was that of the ZOMBIE CATS.

Following the recent debut of their eponymous imprint label and the release of their album “Mutation”, the ZOMBIE CATS return to EATBRAIN and lead the EATBRAIN horde on a sonic prowl with CHAINS, and EP bound by the feline frenzy of their signature sound.

Chains

Chains EP

Zombie Cats - Chains (feat. Sarah Pellicano) (Eatbrain 117)

//artists

@wearezombiecats
facebook.com/wearezombiecats

@telekinesis
facebook.com/telekinesisdnb/

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

// release date
Beatport Excl. 12.02.21
& Worldwide - 26.02.21

Deep within the woods, the mouth of a cave uttered forth a haunting melody wrought of metal on stone and the twisted yowls of a beast so surely gone mad. It’s limestone passageways warped these sounds, reverberating them off of their walls and through the cool underground air that served as a carrier for their transmission. None nearby knew what lay within, only that such sounds warranted nothing but the forbiddance of the entire clearing near the cave, lest one who strayed there be taken by their demonic influence. Thus it was, thus it had been, and thus, prayed the nearby inhabitants, it always would be. Then, the noises stopped.

The quiet was celebrated at first, a sign of old demons exorcised by the faith of the local population. Within the furthest reaches of the cave however was not a demon expelled, but rather a demon reborn. Slowly, a lithe feline form came to its feet, shaking off both the chains that had bound it and portions of its own rotted flesh in a single ripple of its primal musculature. It moved almost silently through the cave, save for the occasional scratch of claw against rock as it contorted its monstrous form to squeeze through the narrow passageways of its ages old prison, which shore of yet more of its rotted flesh as a toll for passage. Driven the burning cold of a long forgotten grudge, the beast clambered forwards, vowing to itself to slaughter those who had bound it here so long ago. There within the cave, emerging from darkness pitch black, the beast’s predatory yowl was that of the ZOMBIE CATS.

Following the recent debut of their eponymous imprint label and the release of their album “Mutation”, the ZOMBIE CATS return to EATBRAIN and lead the EATBRAIN horde on a sonic prowl with CHAINS, and EP bound by the feline frenzy of their signature sound.

Zombie Cats & Telekinesis - Reconstructed (Eatbrain 117)

//artists

@wearezombiecats
facebook.com/wearezombiecats

@safra
facebook.com/DJSafra

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

// release date
Beatport Excl. 12.02.21
& Worldwide - 26.02.21

Deep within the woods, the mouth of a cave uttered forth a haunting melody wrought of metal on stone and the twisted yowls of a beast so surely gone mad. It’s limestone passageways warped these sounds, reverberating them off of their walls and through the cool underground air that served as a carrier for their transmission. None nearby knew what lay within, only that such sounds warranted nothing but the forbiddance of the entire clearing near the cave, lest one who strayed there be taken by their demonic influence. Thus it was, thus it had been, and thus, prayed the nearby inhabitants, it always would be. Then, the noises stopped.

The quiet was celebrated at first, a sign of old demons exorcised by the faith of the local population. Within the furthest reaches of the cave however was not a demon expelled, but rather a demon reborn. Slowly, a lithe feline form came to its feet, shaking off both the chains that had bound it and portions of its own rotted flesh in a single ripple of its primal musculature. It moved almost silently through the cave, save for the occasional scratch of claw against rock as it contorted its monstrous form to squeeze through the narrow passageways of its ages old prison, which shore of yet more of its rotted flesh as a toll for passage. Driven the burning cold of a long forgotten grudge, the beast clambered forwards, vowing to itself to slaughter those who had bound it here so long ago. There within the cave, emerging from darkness pitch black, the beast’s predatory yowl was that of the ZOMBIE CATS.

Following the recent debut of their eponymous imprint label and the release of their album “Mutation”, the ZOMBIE CATS return to EATBRAIN and lead the EATBRAIN horde on a sonic prowl with CHAINS, and EP bound by the feline frenzy of their signature sound.

Zombie Cats & Safra - Mola (Eatbrain 117)

//artist

@wearezombiecats
facebook.com/wearezombiecats

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

// release date
Beatport Excl. 12.02.21
& Worldwide - 26.02.21

Deep within the woods, the mouth of a cave uttered forth a haunting melody wrought of metal on stone and the twisted yowls of a beast so surely gone mad. It’s limestone passageways warped these sounds, reverberating them off of their walls and through the cool underground air that served as a carrier for their transmission. None nearby knew what lay within, only that such sounds warranted nothing but the forbiddance of the entire clearing near the cave, lest one who strayed there be taken by their demonic influence. Thus it was, thus it had been, and thus, prayed the nearby inhabitants, it always would be. Then, the noises stopped.

The quiet was celebrated at first, a sign of old demons exorcised by the faith of the local population. Within the furthest reaches of the cave however was not a demon expelled, but rather a demon reborn. Slowly, a lithe feline form came to its feet, shaking off both the chains that had bound it and portions of its own rotted flesh in a single ripple of its primal musculature. It moved almost silently through the cave, save for the occasional scratch of claw against rock as it contorted its monstrous form to squeeze through the narrow passageways of its ages old prison, which shore of yet more of its rotted flesh as a toll for passage. Driven the burning cold of a long forgotten grudge, the beast clambered forwards, vowing to itself to slaughter those who had bound it here so long ago. There within the cave, emerging from darkness pitch black, the beast’s predatory yowl was that of the ZOMBIE CATS.

Following the recent debut of their eponymous imprint label and the release of their album “Mutation”, the ZOMBIE CATS return to EATBRAIN and lead the EATBRAIN horde on a sonic prowl with CHAINS, and EP bound by the feline frenzy of their signature sound.

Zombie Cats - Never (Eatbrain 117)

Hi ich heiße Gabstasy (21) ich mache Hobby mäßig Drum and Bass, House und Techno Musik und bin Bassist bei John Drip& Friends. Ich wohne in Kärnten und hoffe auf deinen Support. Lg Gabstasy

Neuro Set Hard

Dj Gabstasy