AS WE DELVE INTO THE VOID///
THE DARKNESS EVOLVES///
MADNESS UNTOLD///

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SIMULA : I

AS YOU ENTER THE ECHO CHAMBER// 
THE DARKNESS CONSUMES YOU// 
DRAGGING YOU DOWN EVER DEEPER//

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Simula - Live at DnB Allstars 360º

20 minuet tactical mix of the most disgusting dubs on my USB mixed at the speed of light so people with ADHD can stay intrested.

No track list until this gets a half a gajillion plays.

Share if you're feeling it! I'd really appreciate it.

Upgrade's tactical chunder of dubs - drum and bass minimix/speedmix

The finest frog connoisseur Belgium has to offer, the one and only @ATMOSDNB has put together an absolutely hopping mad mix of big-time bangers and the froggiest breakbeat your ears can manage.

You can listen to his latest 'Froggy Breakbeat' EP here:
https://hypeddit.com/froggybreakbeat

ATMOS: Soup Mix 003

TWENNYTWENNYFORC3. 

NEW LEVELS, NEW HEIGHTS. 
EVIL, UNAPOLOGETIC.

DON'T GET IT TWISTED X

TWENNYTWENNYFORC3

Me and KL putting this out as a thankyou for the support on the new music bits. 

plenty dubs in this ol crock pot

Hexa X KL - Whos got a Stella - Mix 27/08

this is my live recording from simulas label launch!! hope you enjoy 

Simula Presents: Dance Macabre - Pathogenix Live at Lost Horizon, Bristol

CruClash Birmingham - Formula vs T Lex

Cruclash Birmingham: Latte vs Toxinate

When the fracture split the vacuum, the chrono-compass snapped to 174.
Courier-pilot Saint VII tightened the straps and slid into the seam of the cosmos. Inside, space moved like a staircase: every two beats a new level, every third an ironic wink from fate. Bass wasn’t sound but ore—mined with a swing-pick, packed into crates by layers, tagged with sharp breaks in the pattern so the route wouldn’t be lost.

On the far side waited the black market of gravity. They didn’t sell fuel there, only knots of rhythm: quick punches, toothy wobbles, strobe-lit syncopes—fresh, predatory, a little cocky. Saint VII slices time into slivers, flips the riff mid-flight, throws right-angle turns that leave the time inspectors grabbing a silent bar instead of evidence.

Landing: the platform of the dance floor. Containers open—and orange impulses surge out.
A short hit—“here,” a reply—“there,” the mocking sub clings to ribs and marches the room up a ladder of breaks—every eight bars a new turn, closer, rougher, bolder. Hands rise, air trembles, and time—embarrassed—pulls a reload: the same motif, louder and straighter to the chest.

Galactic Fracture is contraband geometry of rhythm: a raider’s log that brings back not fear from the cracks, but the urge to jump. Every track is a new step, every break a portal, every pause a sight line.
DEEPNAS logged the signal. Saint VII returned intact—so we can dive back into the rift.

Saint VII - Beta Centauri

Delving deeper into the creative chasm.

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