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"When Dawn Breaks" is a testament to RIFT's potential and a promising addition to the drum and bass landscape. Its fusion of funk influences with the cold roller style offers a refreshing take on the genre. As RIFT continues to refine his sound, tracks like this position him as an artist to watch in the coming years.

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Rift // When Dawn Breaks // LTDC4C042 // OUT NOW!

Arkaik - Cigs, Clubs & Cops
Para - Git Up
Recon - Ruff Stuff
Molecular & SMG - Talon
Creatures - Valentines Disco
Operate & Madrush MC - One By One
Arkaik - Bull Run
Azotix - Relief 
Artillery - Dependency (Teej Remix)
Kasra & Chimpo - Outta Control
latesleeper - Moxie Boost
Trex & Kawstic - Buffer
Spektiv & Stokka - Gunslinger
Cesco & En:vy - Esoteric
Wingz - Light Up
Alex SLK & Recon - Minimalism
Kasra En:vy - Swinging Swords
DMR - Accent
Emperor & Freddy B- Pay The Price (Ambion Remix)
Koherent - Clatter
Wingz - Alright
Monrroe - Romance
Particle & Duskee - Soul Drifting
Sustance & Para - That's Right
Koherent - Slingshot
Alix Perez - BXL
Kasra - Funktional
Para - After Tools
DMR - Darkroot
ring noord- Little Finger

LesQue || Broken Therapy DJ contest - 7.11. 2025

A full-scale reinterpretation of an already cutting-edge album. With 'Tech Dreams | The Remixes', Zombie Cats hand the keys of their 2023 LP 'Tech Dreams' over to a curated roster of remixers, Zombie Cats double down with two previously unreleased tracks from the original 'Tech Dreams' sessions, plus their own fresh version of 'Left Nothing'.

What emerges is not simply a remix compilation, but a deep-dive into alternate dimensions of the original sound: reflective, progressive, peak-time. Bringing together the three standout samplers (from Magenta, IYRE & Des McMahon) and a host of fresh perspectives from the scene's best, including Psynchro, Erotic Cafe' & Redemptive.

This album is more than a remix collection. It's a curated journey through one album's universe, reshaped by some of drum & bass's most forward-thinking producers. Whether you loved the original LP or are just discovering the sound, 'Tech Dreams | The Remixes' opens doors - these aren't mere club re-edits; they are reinterpretations that honour the core material while giving it new shape, new depth and new dimension.

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Dispatch Recordings socials, store links and current info all here:
🔗 https://linktr.ee/dispatchrecordings

Tech Dreams | The Remixes

Stay (Redemptive Remix)

Listen / buy here

Streets Of Soul - 14 December 2025

// artist
@entadnb
instagram.com/entadnb/

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

ENTA has been making crazy waves in the DnB scene for the past few years, now the time has come for his own EP on EATBRAIN, after his debut on the infamous Divergence VA series. The 4 tracker offers absolutely no mercy, while raising awareness of the importance of SELF CARE.

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Enta - Sit Still

A collection of new material showcasing Cause4Concern & Red Light Recordings

For booking Optiv & CZA contact:
Optiv: tom@gramagency.co.uk
North America: Scott@CyberGrooveProd.com
CZA: jef@methlab-agency.com


Optiv:
www.facebook.com/djoptiv
twitter.com/DjOptiv
@optiv

CZA:
www.facebook.com/CZAMusic
twitter.com/CZAMusic
@CZAMusic

C4C Recs:
For Booking contact: jef@methlab-agency.com
www.facebook.com/Cause4Concern
twitter.com/Cause4ConcernUK
@cause4concernUK

Tracklist:
1. C4C - Gas Chamber (Inward, Hanzo & Randie Remix)
2. Gydra - Chain Gang
3. Optiv & CZA - Pitch Funk
4. Gydra - Noise Of The Machine
5. C4C - Ricochet (Agressor Bunx Remix)
6. C4C - Born Dead (Safire Remix)
7. Current Value & Optiv - Roughed Up
8. Kursiva - Demon Inside (featuring Coppa)
9. Malux - False
10. Prolix - Pick Pocket
11. Kursiva & Transforma - Interceptor
12. L 33 - The Crypt Featuring Hijak MC
13. L 33 - Destabilise 
14. Hanzo, Randie & Inward - Jaws
Tease - CZA - Creature Geek 
16. Pythius, Optiv & CZA - Battlecruiser 
17. Impak - Dogs & Cats
18. Optiv & CZA - Dead Beat (Malux Remix)
19. Subtension - VDTM 
20. Monty - Far Side 
21. Current Value, Optiv & CZA - Ghost Nation 
22. Optiv & CZA - Cell Dweller

Support on Bandcamp

Optiv & CZA // C4C Label Showcase [Download Enabled]

Out now via:
• Dispatch Store - bit.ly/Dispatched2019
• Bandcamp - bit.ly/Dispatched2019BC
• all other stores - https://fanlink.to/DIS201901

Dispatched 2019 is a compilation of hand-picked highlights from the years releases.

With material spanning across Dispatch, Dispatch Dubplate and Dispatch Limited we bring you some of our most popular tracks from 2019, along with some choice picks from our staff at Dispatch HQ.

**All label proceeds from our website and Bandcamp sales of this LP (after Bandcamp deductions and Paypal fees) will be sent to UK based charity Centrepoint – centrepoint.org.uk, a charity which aims to support young homeless people aged 16 to 25**

Various Artists - Dispatched 2019

Far Gone

Available here

Survey - Far Gone (Various Artists) 'Dispatched 2019' Album - OUT NOW

Myselor delivers a fresh mix to kick off the new '4CAST' series!

Tracklist:
Myselor - Thriller [C4C]
Mizo - Mechanical Paw (Joe Ford Remix) [Neuropunk]
Teddy Killerz - Person [Neuropunk]
Gydra - Hangjaw [Eatbrain]
ID - ID (ID Remix) [C4C Forthcoming]
Juno - Phaser [C4C]
Mean Teeth - Shut Them Down [C4C]  
Myselor - Rave Magic [C4C]
Mean Teeth - Facesplitta [C4C]
Merikan - Absolute Zero [Blackout]
ID - ID
ID - ID
Merikan - Converge [Blackout]
Mean Teeth - Halo [C4C]
Juno - Enemy [C4C]
Teddy Killerz - New Drums (Gydra Remix) [Bad Taste]
Phace & Subtension - Oh Dear [Neosignal]
Buunshin - Retaliate [Neosignal]
Noisia & Phace - Deep Down [Vision]
IHR & TR Tactics - Light Hammer [C4C]
Gydra - No Kidding [Neuropunk]
Mizo - Rockfall [Neuropunk]
Kursiva - I Don't Care [Bad Taste]
Beterror & Alt.Face - Perch [Sinuous]
Ram Trilogy - Evolution (Marcus Intalex & ST Files Remix) [RAM]
Cod3x - Rock the Show [Eatbrain]
Mean Teeth - Keepin It Dirty [C4C]
Gydra - Hearing Damage [Trendkill]
Rockwell & Roni Size - Easy [Shogun Audio]
Myselor - Stubborn [C4C]
Smooth - Anger [Mainframe]
Myselor - Funky Shit [C4C]
ID - ID [C4C Forthcoming]
TR Tactics - Between Worlds [C4C]
ID - ID 
Magnetude - Falling [Evolution Chamber]
ChaseR - Pressure [C4C]
Des McMahon - Tipping Point [Trendkill]
Mean Teeth - Vitriol [C4C]
Zombie Cats - Chemical [C4C]
Prolix - Snake [Blackout]
Disphonia - Can't Hold Back [Blackout]
Optiv & CZA: Cell Dweller [C4C]
Prolix - Lift Me Up (feat. Dee Freer) [Blackout]
ID - ID
Black Sun Empire & State Of Mind feat. Tiki - Skin Crawler [Blackout]
ID - ID [C4C Forthcoming]
Alerstorm & Mozo - Othell [C4C]
Myselor - Obsession
Disphonia - Guillotine [Code Smell]

C4C // THE 4CAST 001 // Myselor

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.            “It’s not like I’m using,” Case heard someone say, as he shouldered his way through the crowd around the door of the Chat. “It’s like my body’s developed this massive drug deficiency.” It was a Sprawl voice and a Sprawl joke. The Chatsubo was a bar for professional expatriates; you could drink there for a week and never hear two words in Japanese.            Ratz was tending bar, h is prosthetic arm jerking monotonously as he filled a tray of glasses with draft Kirin. He saw Case and smiled, his teeth a webwork of East European steel and brown decay. Case found a place at the bar, between the unlikely tan on one of Lonny Zone’s whores and the crisp naval uniform of a tall African whose cheekbones were ridged with precise rows of tribal scars. “Wage was in her early, with two joeboys,” Ratz said, shoving a draft across the bar with his good hand. “Maybe some business with you, Case?”            Case shrugged. The girl to his right giggled and nudged him.            The bartender’s smile widened. His ugliness was the stuff of legend. In an age of affordable beauty, there was something heraldic about his lack of it. The antique arm whined as he reached for another mug. It was a Russian military prosthesis, a seven-function force-feedback manipulator, cased in grubby pink plastic. “You are too much the artiste, Herr Case.” Ratz grunted; the sound served him as laughter. He scratched his overhang of white-shirted belly with the pink claw. “You are the artiste of the slightly funny deal.”            “Sure,” Case said, and sipped his beer. “Somebody’s gotta be funny around here. Sure the fuck isn’t you.”            The whore’s giggle went up an octave.            “Isn’t you either, sister. So you vanish, okay? Zone, he’s a close personal friend of mine.”            She looked Case in the eye and made the softest possible spitting sound, her lips barely moving. But she left.            “Jesus,” Case said, “what kinda creepjoint you running here? Man can’t have a drink?”            “Ha,” Ratz said, swabbing the scarred wood with a rag, “Zone shows a percentage. You I let work here for entertainment value.”            As Case was picking up his beer, one of those strange instants of silence descended, as though a hundred unrelated conversations had simultaneously arrived at the same pause. Then the whore’s giggle rang out, tinged with certain hysteria.            Ratz grunted. “An angel has passed.”            “The Chinese,” bellowed a drunken Australian, “Chinese bloody invented nerve-splicing. Give me the mainland for a nerve job any day. Fix you right, mate…;”            “Now that,” Case said to his glass, all his bitterness suddenly rising in him like bile, “that is so much bullshit.”             The Japanese had already forgotten more neurosurgery than the Chinese had ever known. The black clinics of Chiba were the cutting edge, whole bodies of technique supplanted monthly, and still they couldn’t repair the damage he’d suffered in that Memphis hotel.            A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he’d taken and the corners he’d cut in Night City, and still he’d see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void…;The Sprawl was a long strange way home over the Pacific now, and he was no console man, no cyberspace cowboy. Just another hustler, trying to make it through. But the dreams came on in the Japanese night like livewire voodoo, and he’d cry for it, cry in his sleep, and wake alone in the dark, curled in his capsule in some coffin hotel, his hands clawed into the bedslab, temperfoam bunched between his fingers, trying to reach the console that wasn’t there.             “I saw your girl last night,” Ratz said, passing Case his second Kirin.            “I don’t have one,” he said, and drank.            “Miss Linda Lee.”            Case shook his head.            “No girl? Nothing? Only biz, friend artiste? Dedication to commerce?” The bartender’s small brown eyes were nested deep in wrinkled flesh. “I think I liked you better, with her. You laughed more. Now, some night, you get maybe too artistic; you wind up in the clinic tanks, spare parts.”            “You’re breaking my heart, Ratz.” He finished his beer, paid and left, high narrow shoulders hunched beneath the rainstained khaki nylon of his windbreaker. Threading his way through the Ninsei crowds, he could smell his own stale sweat.             Case was twenty-four. At twenty-two, he’d been a cowboy, a rustler, one of the best in the Sprawl. He’d been trained by the best, by McCoy Pauley and Bobby Quine, legends in the biz. He’d operated on an almost permanent adrenaline high, a byproduct of youth and proficiency, jacked into a custom cyberspace deck hat projected his disembodied consciousness into the consensual hallucination that was the matrix. A their, he’d worked for other, wealthier thieves, employers who provided the exotic software required to penetrate the bright walls of corporate systems, opening windows into rich fields of data.            He’s made the classic mistake, the one he’s sworn he’d never make. He stole from his employers. He kept something for himself and tried to move it through a fence in Amsterdam. He still wasn’t sure how he’d been discovered, not that it mattered now. He’d expected to die, then but they only smiled. Of course he was welcome, they told him, welcome to the money. And he was going to need it. Because––still smiling––they were going to make sure he never worked again.            They damaged his nervous system with a wartime Russian mycotoxin.            Strapped to a bed in a Memphis hotel, his talent burning out micron by micron, he hallucinated for thirty hours.            The damage was minute, subtle, and utterly effective.            For Case, who’d lived for the bodiless exultation of cyberspace, it was the Fall. In the bars he’d frequented as a cowboy hotshot, the elite stance involved a certain relaxed contempt for the flesh. The body was meat. Case fell into the prison of his own flesh.             His total assets were quickly converted to New Yen, a fat sheaf of the old paper currency that circulated endlessly through the closed circuit of the world’s black markets like the seashells of the Trobriand islanders. It was difficult to transact legitimate business with cash in the Sprawl; in Japan, it was already illegal.            In Japan, he’d known with a clenched and absolute certainty, he’d find his cure. In Chiba. Either in a registered clinic or in the shadowland of black medicine. Synonymous with implants, nerve-splicing, and microbionics, Chiba was a magnet for the Sprawl’s techno-criminal subcultures.            In Chiba, he’d watched his New Yen vanish in a two-month round of examinations and consultations. The men in the black clinics, his last hope, had admired the expertise with which he’d been maimed, and then slowly shaken their heads.            Now he slept in the cheapest coffins, the ones nearest the port, beneath the quartz-halogen floods that lit the docks all night like vast stages; where you couldn’t see the lights of Tokyo for the glare of the television sky, not even the towering hologram logo of the Fuji Electric Company, and the Tokyo Bay was a black expanse where gulls wheeled above drifting shoals of white styrofoam. Behind the port lay the city, factory domes dominated by the vast cubes of corporate arcologies. Port and city were divided by a narrow borderland of older streets, an area with no official name. Night City, with Ninsei its heart. By day, the bars down Ninsei were shuttered and featureless, the neon dead, the holograms inert, waiting, under the poisoned silver sky. --Reprinted from Neuromancer by William Gibson by permission of Berkley, a member of Penguin Putnam Inc. Copyright © 1984, William Gibson. All rights reserved. This excerpt, or any parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission. 
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