Name: Interstellar Audio Rooftop Party Mix Competition (liquid mix) by jakubX
Duration: 32 min 29 s
Description: I recorded a second mix more in the field of liquid and soulfull dnb, in case my first entry was too dark for the vibe of the party..:D Enjoy listening. (contains nu single form Alix Perez :D )

To launch my Bandcamp page I am releasing a 4 track EP on Friday June 2nd!


Page won't go live until then but go follow to be notified of the release:

https://nonrevjungle.bandcamp.com/

01 NonRev - Everywhere I Go (CLIP)

Track listing

Sustance - Legacy
Kalance - Double Edged
Minor Forms - Fast Forward 
Roll97 - The Master 
Serpnt - Hackney Hardcore
R3IDY - The Mod 
Conrad Subs - We Need Jungle 
ESKI & Kivi - Big Request 
Kumo - Keep The Faith (Koaz /Drippy boi)
Dunk, Theoretical - Transition 
Minor Forms - Fresh Flavour 
Genic - Panic
QZB - Dangerously High

Take #2

One of my favorite parts of this show is getting to write everyones introduction. This one is special to me because she was one of our first regular listeners. In the beginning of this little experiment, I had no idea what people outside of my small friend group thought of the show, had no idea if it was resonating with anyone, I was just putting it out every week hoping someone out there liked it. This weeks guest let me know she was listening. It meant A LOT to me..it still does. After chatting with her off and on and finding out she was a DJ herself, I asked if she'd like to have her own episode of AJS. To my delight she said yes. Then she sent a mix that blew me away. For real, I was shook! I was like this kid?! Is mixing like this?! It was such an awesome surprise. I was on the socials the other day when I came across a flyer with NEONMYST on it! Opening for Dieselboy and Downlink no less. NEON is about to make quite an impact with a lot of people real soon and we couldn't be happier to host her mix here at AJS. Ladies and gentleman, please welcome NEONMYST
Please enjoy
Back next week
-Thomas

Hey y'all ^^ 

DnB has been huge in my life. I'm grateful to live in a golden age of creativity ✨️ 

Love y'all, 💜

- Neon

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Sept. 2023: Neon uploads "Disconnect"

Oct. 2023: TBH Collective approaches Neon

Dec. 2023: Neon opens at Transit (TBH - FFX)

Feb. 2024: Neon opens at Musicbox (TBH - FFX)

Mar. 2024: Neon submits to American Junglist (AJ)

Mar. 2024: Neon submits to Deadspace DJ Contest (DDC)

Mar. 2024: Neon plays Musicbox (FFX)

Apr. 2024: Neon is chosen by Neorave Nation (NN, DDC)

Apr. 2024: NEONMYST opens for DOWNLINK and DIESELBOY (NN)

Apr. 2024: American Junglist releases "Disconnec2" (AJ)

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TRACKLIST:

01 Disconnect (Dirty) - Becky Hill
02 Power (Original Mix) - Primate, Pirapus
03 CALL MY NAME (Original Mix) - REAPER
04 With You (Original Mix) - Dux N Bass
05 Liquor & Cigarettes (Radio Edit) - Chase & Status, Hedex, Ardee
06 Full Metal (Original Mix) - Enei
07 ...Ready For It? (Clean Radio Edit) - MUZZ, Skyelle
08 I'm For You (Original Mix) - Magnetude
09 Nonplus (Remix) (SKANTIA Remix) - Imanu
10 Generally Speaking (Original Mix) - Ed:It
11 Billion Dollar Gravy (Watch The Ride Remix) - London Elektricity, Liane Carroll, Watch The Ride
12 Independent (Original Mix) - Halogenix  
13 Illusions (ft. Holly Drummond) feat. Holly Drummond (Original Mix) - Droptek, Holly Drummond
14 Taking Over (Original Mix) - Ghost in Real Life
15 Dusk (Original Mix) - Oddly Godly
16 I Saw You feat. Sarah Hezen (Original Mix) - Black Sun Empire
17 Want You (Original Mix) - Kanine
18 Lemme Get Down (Original Mix) - Bish
19 Back In Time (Original Mix) - Majistrate, Primate, Ekstatic
20 Same Old Song (Original Mix) - Vibe Chemistry, Harlee
21 Wasted Youth (Radio Edit) - Goddard, Cat Burns
22 Crazy Love (Original Mix) - Natty Lou
23 Fall To The Dust (Original Mix) - Metrik
24 Of Two Minds (Original Mix) - Rhode, IMANU
25 Dreaming (Original Mix) - Jauz [Not On Label (Khiflee Self-released)]
26 Something Bad (Original Mix) - Mefjus, Black Sun Empire
27 Slap the Ghost (Original Mix) - Misanthrop & Synergy, Synergy, Misanthrop
28 Quick of Breath (Original Mix) - Lameduza, Skylark, The Caracal Project
29 Heartbeat (Extended Mix) - Deploy
30 Before The Dawn (Drum & Bass Mix) - Julia Marks, Magnetude
31 Stand Up (Original Mix) - Emily Makis, Kanine
32 Don't Call Me Local (Original Mix) - Deekline, Queen Omega, Manudigital
33 Get Shaky (Extended Mix) - B.O.M
34 CheddaBlendz X Mango - ERROR
35 Humble (Flowidus Bootleg) - Kendrick Lamar, Skrillex
36 Bass Slut (Original Mix) - S3rl
37 Off Wiv Ya Headz (Original Mix) - Nia Archives
38 Supersonic (Basstripper Remix) - Friction
39 Machina (Original Mix) - Wilkinson
40 New Orleans Freedom (Cnof Remix) - Sonic Art

AJS#64 NEONMYST - Disconnec2

Available everywhere: https://lbl.gr/2qKoApb

TRACK: Groove yard
ALBUM TITLE: Heart of Glass E.P (FLD088)
RELEASE DATE: 2024-04-26 00:00:00
LABEL: Free Love Digi

Heart of glass, mind of stone. Sordez enters quietly; all alone.

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Sordez - Groove yard (Original)

Smash The Tempo

I recorded a second mix more in the field of liquid and soulfull dnb, in case my first entry was too dark for the vibe of the party..:D Enjoy listening. (contains nu single form Alix Perez :D )

Interstellar Audio Rooftop Party Mix Competition (liquid mix)

Once again we are live from the red tent on Red Rebel FM feeling the raw flow of day 1 energy and emotion expressed through musical selections in the mix. My guest for this month's show is Bristol-based DnB and Jungle DJ & Producer Kodeka. Kodeka is also a co-founder of my very dear Full spectrum collective- implementing diversity in drum and bass, and one half of production duo Arterial.

Live From The Red Tent @ Red Rebel FM  - September 24 feat.  Kodeka

Tracklist:

Sykes - My Luv
Mako - Feed You
Soul Intent - Ignition Sequence
Nurve - Faded Glamour - Codename: RCRDS
Stunna & Renan - Feel It
Heist - Yars Revenge
Ahmad - Solitude (Kodama Remix) 
Minor Forms & Creatures - Only Kind
Bungle - Squares
Fortune & Chance - Get Low - Codename: RCRDS Dub
Tommy The Cat - Up & Down
Dom & Roland - Whispers
John Rolodex - Wiretap
Marvel Cinema & 88 Katanas - Everything Is Code
Poj - Time Distortion
Basic Rhythm & Friske - Driller
ZeroZero - Anything Can Happen (Teej Remix)
ErBass - Road To Emaus - Codename: RCRDS Dub
Killjoy - Space Bells (Nurve Remix)
NonRev - All For You - Codename: RCRDS Dub

The Codename: RCRDS Show on Jungletrain hosted by Chiron 14/9/24

D N B M I X !

Project x

VOID

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. 
Hooked on the rush from each time i play in front of magical people.
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Interstellar Audio Rooftop Party Mix Competition (liquid mix)

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