the 29th dec

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Those who remained were hopeless. Around them, the savagery of the world had torn through their cities, their homes, and their communities. Nature's most destructive forces had proven their mastery over the steel-shod constructions that for so long had seemed impervious to harm, as though driven to prove its provenance over the land once more. What had once been safe, bucolic, and welcoming - the very earth itself, had rejected its children. Thus, when the REAPER came, their ears turned readily towards the melodious call of its alien maw. 

The deaths of their compatriots had been torturous, and more were lost to the ensuing cataclysm each day. There was no salvation for the corpses that lay strewn upon the ground, and it was at the beckoning of this mass death that the REAPER had come, heeding the call of a people without hope or home. A being of flesh and alloy alike, its gnarled form seemed to be all that could withstand the apocalyptic conditions that ravaged the world, and thus when a doorway appeared on the chest of its gnarled form, none were surprised when others began to take shelter within. Though they did not return, more entered the doorway on the next day and the day after that, and before long there were scant few who did not await their salvation before the REAPER’s facade. They knew not whether salvation or death lay within, but one thing was certain - no harrowed screams ever escaped the REAPER’s alien form, and for that alone, most all were willing to give themselves up to him. 

NUVERTAL returns to EATBRAIN with REAPER, shepherding the EATBRAIN horde to the dancefloor once more with the destructive rhythms of his second EP on the label and continuing to rise as a champion of cinematic sonics for the label’s faithful.

Written by Gwen Kubik

Reaper

Nuvertal - Teknocurl (Eatbrain 166)

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@l-33-1
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The frontier settlement was brazen in its construction, built so near to the badland dales as it was by those seeking to make their fortunes mining the rich metal deposits of the hills to the west. Many had flocked to the settlement despite the warnings from those native to the lands surrounding the area of the terrifying creatures that lurked behind the hills, the valleys of which were enchanted with a dark and ancient magic that twisted even the most benign of creatures into unrecognizable and monstrous forms. Many of these peoples had long known of the riches of the hills but had stayed their hands from reaping their bounties, fearing what curse or creature might descend upon them should they do so. Yet the greed of these new hapless individuals was unfettered by fear, or perhaps driven by it within those who had lost everything in their previous homes. Regardless of motive, the town of Gildenhills had sprung into being in less than a fortnight, and as many began to strike their picks and shovels into the black earth of the hills beyond the town stories began to abound of fortunes made with a single swing.

For some time, the boom continued. The town’s population exploded, and its bustling saloons and mercantile stores drowned out the sounds that were uttered in the night. It was first the lone miner who worked late, hoping to strike a vein of gold all their own, whose final scream echoed out from within the tunnel he had bored.  Then it was the cattle that had strayed from the herd, found with few bits of still-warm flesh left clinging to bones that bore the indentations of thousands of teeth. When a full camp of miners disappeared and the sheriff’s posse vanished next, those who had abided longest in the area began to recount stories in the shadowed corners of the saloons. They told varmints whose teeth oozed with pestilence, the chittering sound of which could be heard often between the hills. Some, they said, were big enough to kill a man’s dog all of their own, but tales warned much more fervently of the small ones that gathered in swarms. Shaken, they told of watching their comrades drown underneath a tide of fur and fang, exsanguinated almost instantaneously by the thousand cuts that were so quickly inflicted upon them. No rifle nor revolver carried enough ammunition to cull these beasts, and for those subjected to their unearthly hunger there was neither hope of survival nor recourse of revenge. Thus it was, it seemed, that for every ounce of precious ore extracted from these hills there was a price, a price the HILLRATZ would exact in blood.

L 33 returns to EATBRAIN with HILLRATZ, the latest single from the Bulgarian veteran that teems with swarming sonic energy. Whether dispatched through the churning guitars of the B-side “Give a FK” or the skittering percussion of the single’s title track, L 33 delivers a twin pairing of tracks imbued with everything EATBRAIN excels at offering - sinister, unrestrained, and inimitable Neurofunk. 

Written by Gwen Kubik

Hillratz

L 33 - Hillratz (Eatbrain 168)

L 33 - Give A FK (Eatbrain 168)

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MIDNIGHT CVLT
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Hackwaves
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The conflagration began innocuously at first, smoldering slowly within the heart of the war-torn city. There beneath its streets, within the drains that ran red with the blood of the slain, a concentrated rage had begun to gather which imbued the surrounding atmosphere with a sourceless and oppressive heat. The wooden pipes were the first to burn, forgotten relics of another age that still lay within the ground. Then came the coal that wound its way in veins through the earth beneath the city. It burned with the avaricious greed of conquest, a mineral remembrance of former sieges endured and those slain over what another possessed. From here, the flame began to lick at the surface of the city, blood red in color. Its undulating tongues lapped at the recent dead, kindling their bodies before they could be buried. It roared with power as it consumed the hastily constructed ramparts and barricades that littered the streets, its rage overpowering the fervor of the attacker and the resoluteness of the defender alike, taking what each had sought to claim as their own in a single fell swoop. 

With each passing day, each rebuffed assault, the BLOODFIRE seemed to consume more and more of the city’s streets. It burned strangely, growing only as death occurred around it and not in response to available fuel. Those who saw this urged the fighting to stop, but their cries fell silent over the roar of gunfire and flame alike that engulfed the city each day. Many of those then turned to the flame, transfixed by its enduring nature. It had become their only constant, and its once oppressive warmth had grown comforting over time. Some, bereaved by loss or broken by conflict began to throw themselves into the fire. It was said that they did not scream, but turned softly to ash within the dark red flame. With these each of these sacrifices, the BLOODFIRE grew. Burn it would until blood there was no more, and within these walls, that essence of vitality flowed eternal. 

MIDNIGHT CVLT joins the EATBRAIN roster with his first solo EP, BLOODFIRE, following his recent collaborative single EP alongside Dub Elements for “My Eyes//Emergency Loop”. With BLOODFIRE, MIDNIGHT CVLT makes an exuberant entrance to the EATBRAIN horde, providing four tracks set to burn their way into their listener’s ears with the fever pitch of their red-hot rhythms. 

Written by Gwen Kubik

Bloodfire

MIDNIGHT CVLT - Bloodfire (Eatbrain 169)

MIDNIGHT CVLT x Hackwaves - Fear (Eatbrain 169)

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TNTKLZ
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The puppeteer's workshop contained a mass of wooden limbs, woolen clothes, and linen masks that protruded oddly and gazed outwards from the shelves, greeting any visitor with a jarring sight upon their arrival. Upon closer inspection, their forms bore remarkably accurate representations of human appearance, a testament to the masterful craftsmanship of an artist who had devoted years of careful study to his craft. Indeed, the puppeteer’s creations entertained courts the continent over with their lifelike forms and were an item of distinct prestige within the collections of the nobility who owned them. Many clamored to purchase one of these most valuable marionettes, but the puppeteer was exceedingly choosy in the selection of his clientele. His storefront strangely advertised no price for his works, and only a select few were even allowed entry to his workshop to begin with. Rumors abounded of the rare goods that were required to purchase one of his creations - the hides of exotic beasts, dazzling gemstones, or spices from distant lands were all said to garner favor with the master artisan, and yet even those who showed up at his door with these items were often turned away. The truth of the matter was known only by the master himself, as was the secret to the expertise in his craft. 

Indeed, whilst he was fond of all things rare and beautiful, there was one thing that he valued more than all others, one thing that informed the basis of all of his works. A human soul, separated from it’s physical form at the TERMINAL STAGE of it’s death, would naturally seek a nearby host to possess, and with dark magics and unerring skill the master would trap these mournful souls within his marionettes, granting them an appearance of unparalleled vivacity. He, of course, would perform the separation himself, and found a ready stock of ingredients in the enemies, dissidents, and prisoners that filled the jails of his noble clients. Thus was his trade, puppeteer-executioner, and thus was the price for his work payable only in souls.

TNTKLZ make their EATBRAIN debut with TERMINAL STAGE, presenting a superb sonic show for the EATBRAIN horde alongside likeminded Neurofunk artisans Gancher & Ruin and Profuze across the EP’s four tracks. 

Written by Gwen Kubik

Terminal Stage

TNTKLZ x Gancher & Ruin - The Chosen (Eatbrain 170)

TNTKLZ - Obstruct (Eatbrain 170)

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@mob-tactics
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Deep within the earth inside of a burrow that lay beneath a fetid swamp rested a creature tasked with putrescent rebirth, the horrifying beauty that sprouted forth from rot & decay. The milky ochre color of its hide was covered in a thin layer of mucus that, were there light in its subterranean lair, would glisten and shimmer as the creature slithered throughout the earth. The guttural grunts produced by the creature's hulking form echoed forth with a distinctly wet accent, squelching forth from between its mandibles as though mud beneath the tread of a boot. 

Indeed, though mud had the creature begun to burrow, filter-feeding upon the microorganisms and decaying plant matter that seeped through the soil. It had been awakened, for the first time in many centuries, by the hunger that drove it to serve in the divine duty that had been bestowed upon it a millennia ago. As it had slept, that which lived above had languished beneath the sun’s rays and grown decadent, thus ladening itself with the first stage of decay. The sweetest, ripest fruit was, after all, always the one closest to becoming rotten, and so was the fate of all living things in due time. The beast had consumed a wide variety of such rotten beings in its time - trees that had grown too tall, beasts that had grown too fat, fungi that had spread their spores too wide. To the grub’s all-consumptive hunger, the makeup of its meal mattered not. All dissolved equally within its many-chambered digestive system. Thus, as it broke through the surface earth that had lain above it for so long, the visions of steel and pink-fleshed creatures that greeted the creature gave it no hesitation. Through hunger, it had been called, and thus it would consume once more, that life may again be born anew where rot had begun to set in.

MOB TACTICS return to EATBRAIN and present DIRTGRUB // DUBBLE BUBBLE, their latest monstrous single filled with squelching sonics sure to set the myriad members of the EATBRAIN horde squirming on the dancefloor.

Dirtgrub / Double Bubble

Mob Tactics - Double Bubble (Eatbrain 171)

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@prolixuk
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@alsomusicofficial
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@biometrix
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Amidst the wreckage of a modern empire that had long since fallen into ruin, few vestiges of its once-thriving culture remained. Many of those that had once inhabited this now desolate domain had fled its fall or perished within it, and with them had been lost much of the knowledge that the empire had once possessed. Yet within the rubble and scrap lay material memories waiting eagerly to be accessed by those who came searching for them, saplings of knowledge that sprouted from the ashen soil and stood ready to be reinterpreted and reinvigorated by a new generation of minds that now combed the wastes. The scavengers had come over time, attracted to the legends of hidden treasures that lay within the ruins. For some, the wealth they found was in precious metals or ancient tomes, but for others, that wealth lay in the experiences that could be facilitated by the long-lost technology that waited within.

Thus it was that a certain team of scavengers had come to find themselves hauling a massive black box across the wastes on a wheeled truss. The magnetic core at the center of the device would sometimes attract nearby metallic scrap as flies upon a corpse in their travels, and the scavengers would then set to the tedious work of removing the scrap and carrying it away from their most prized possession. What they sought in their journey were the fragile remnants of the empire’s great constructions, crumbling buildings and boulevards that teetered on the edge of collapse. It was at these sites that they would halt their procession and perform a great ritual. Calling down lightning from the sky with a great aluminum rod, they would channel nature’s inimitable power into the great magnetic core of their device. Then from its fore would emanate the most incredible sound, a thunderous roar that brought calamity to all that stood before it, ripping through the foundations of its target with sheer sonic force. The device’s devotees had long since gone deaf from performing their ritual, but to them, it mattered not - the sheer power of the BASSLINE SHOTTA was something they needed only to feel as they unleashed its glory upon the world.

PROLIX returns to EATBRAIN with his latest single crafted in collaboration with a group of like-minded bassline devotees. Together with AL/SO, Biometric and RHI, PROLIX conducts a bassline ritual for the EATBRAIN horde that is sure to send their bodies into a frenzied trance on the dancefloor. 

written by Gwen Kubik

Bassline Shotta / Let Ur Body Sink

Prolix & Biometrix Ft RHI - Let Ur Body Sink (Eatbrain 173)

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@kutlodnb
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@liveondnb
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@notequalmusic
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@mcfedora
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Shut in behind shuttered blinds, Katelyn took a drag of her cigarette. She didn’t know why she smoked. Perhaps it was just because the other girls did it. Of course, the other girls were those who had so kindly chased her into this hollow out of fear. She was different, she did their work better, her skin was interrupted by alloyed plates and her body couldn’t feel a single pleasure that wasn’t carnal. With a quick puff, Katelyn cursed herself and her designers, who had so brilliantly forbade her from so much of the world with a few lines of code and subcutaneous circuitry connections. Most food tasted the same, she had no sense of smell, and no drug nor the cigarette she smoked could ever help her escape the life that festered in these neon alleyways as they did for everyone else. No, her cyber pleasures were rooted firmly in a single sense - touch, the medium through which she performed her work. 

Katelyn had recently begun to wonder if she’d find pleasure in some of the more perverse applications of that sense. Sexual pleasures had become all but passe to her, but she knew that human brains could easily twist the pathways between joy and terror. She wondered if she’d find pleasure in killing someone. Sometimes, she considered crushing her client’s windpipes. The sinewy synthetic silk that made up her tendons gave her enough strength to do so with only her ring and pinky finger. She imagined the suckering “pop” that might emanate were she to pluck an eyeball from its socket, or the warmth of the blood that might spray forth from an artery severed by the honed edges of her acrylic nails. She was awoken from her daydream by a knock on the door - a client, she supposed. Katelyn took one last long drag of her cigarette and took a single, small delight in the sensation of extinguishing its embered end on the tip of her tongue. Perhaps, she mused as she walked to answer the door, perhaps...

KUTLO makes his EATBRAIN debut with CYBER PLEASURE, an EP that brings a tantalizing array of auditory delights to the eager ears of the Eatbrain horde. With him arrive a host of talents known to loyal label listeners, as he collaborates with Liveon, Notequal, and famed vocalist Fedora for the creation of four tracks that ooze with a KUTLO’s sleek cybernetic style.

Kutlo & Liveon - Cyber Pleasure (Eatbrain 174)

@Karpa-1 produces the heavier side of D&B and is pushing likewise as the label head of our fellow MINDICTED Music brand. Vojta is our good friend, a lovely person, and his production just hit the next level. We are happy to have him as part of our colorful genre pool displaying another evidence of the power of the current CZ/SK production scene. What's his next move?...

Big things shines on the horizon for a bet! We're gonna stay focused on him and his journey for sure. Feel free to download the free WAV or stream this sweetie on Spotify: bit.ly/3QLJ7JY

Next Level

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Karpa ~ Next Level [FREEBIE]

Russian producer duo Irontype comes up with a brand new banger and decided to contribute this track to our free download series💯🔥

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Free Download

Irontype - I Do (Free Download)

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For millennia, learned individuals the world over have sought to unravel the secrets of alchemy, that famed occult science that allows for the transmutation of elements from one type to another. In the beginning, its secrets were sought by scholars who ingested mercury to prolong the lives of their physical bodies even as its poison vapors drove them to madness. Then came those who sought to transform mundane lead into brilliant, shimmering gold, and they too were poisoned by the former metal’s insidious and lurking aftereffects. In the more recent past, there have been those who have succeeded in the alchemical pursuit to a certain degree, splitting certain heavy elements into their more basal forms through the power of fission, and yet even in their successes these individuals too were poisoned for their hubris, the effects evermore immediate and horrific than those faced by their predecessors. 

Indeed, despite these scientists’ efforts at alphabetical categorization of the known elements, the truth of the gods remains sealed away in the depths of space, guarded by beings unknowable and all-powerful. True transmutation is the property of one singular element carefully withheld from the grasp of mortal beings. Its genesis in the womb of the divine mother gives it this singular quality, and this property has been wielded by the gods since time immemorial to shape, craft, and hone the vast expanses of the universe. Its silvery hue is echoed in the rays of a million distant stars, the children of the divine mother who have in turn given birth to all further life. What mortals have sought for so long has been forever known as ARGENTUM, and its ineffable form shall never grace their greedy hands. 

SITRI returns to EATBRAIN with his latest single, ALPHABET//ARGENTUM, which sees him synthesize futuristic rhythmic sequences and transmute thrashing basslines to surge alongside them for his second EATBRAIN release.

Alphabet / Argentum

Sitri & Gydra - Alphabet (Eatbrain 175)

Sitri - Argentum (Eatbrain 175)

Release date: 22/12/2023
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Artist: NERVƎ
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Label: Paperfunk Recordings
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the 29th dec

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