Dream - Solarix [Free Download]

Tracklist:

1. Amber - Mefjus and Skeptical
2. The Shogun - P.A.
3. Rufige11 - Jubei
4. Been Thru - Gest
5. Sequential - Gest, Quadrant & Iris
6. Nevermind It - ED:IT
7. Business Techno - Particle
8. Dreamer - Mistrust
9. Wireless - Disrupta
10. Phosphorescence (Original Mix) - Dub Elements, IHR
11. Earthquake - Crystal Clear & Amoss
12. Psychoactive - Kasra & Particle
13. South of the River - Amoss
14. Tsubaki - Monrroe
15. Blackout (feat. MC ID) - The Prototypes
16. Rave Culture (Original Mix) - Document One
17. Into The Blue (Original Mix)- DJ Marky, Pola & Bryson
18. Bristol Jungle (Original Mix) - GRAY
19. Tekina - Halogenix 
20. Vent (Original Mix) - Rockwell
21. Penelopea - Temam feat. Sydney
22. If Only - Turno & TomInTheChamber
23. Sirius - Visages
24. Techniquest - AC13
25. Bangin' - Emperor & Levela
26. City On Lock (Original Mix) - Rider Shafique, QZB
27. Beautiful Lies (L-Side remix) -B-Complex
28. Red Snapper - Jakart, Near
29. SVP - Monty, Icicle
30. Africa (Black Barrel Remix) - Klinical
31. Ace Of Spades - Visages & Monty

Shogun Sessions x Boomtown DJ Competition - MAIA

22 minutes of raw pressure, moody textures, and rolling basslines – with a hint of jump-up energy.
Built for those who like their DnB deep, dark, and dirty.  

If you're feeling the vibe, drop a like, repost, or leave a comment – feedback is always welcome! 🖤

#deepdnb #minimaldnb #dnbmix #dnbset #dark #jumpup #vicey

DEEP AND MINIMAL - VICEY

Entry for HEAVY SONICS DJ COMPETITION 1st Aug 

01 HEAVY SONICS DJ COMP - HEAVY DNB MIX

New free download dedicated to the Adelaide Rundle Mall Pigeon statue. I hope you like it!

Celebrating 5k on Soundcloud <3

Adelaide Pigeon Statue

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Adelaide Pigeon Statue (Free Download)

Dark Rollers – Volume 1

The wait is over. Dark Rollers is the first in a brand-new, long-anticipated mix series, dedicated to exploring the deeper, moodier side of drum and bass. This is where rolling basslines, shadowy atmospheres, and stripped-back groove meet in a journey through the underground.
Mixed and delivered with precision, every track has been carefully chosen to reflect exactly what I’m about as an artist - no compromises, just pure, unfiltered energy from the darker end of the spectrum. This is only the beginning.

Tracklist:

Black Barrel — The Beach
BassDubbers — The Killer
Amoss & Molecular — Ur Turn
Bredren — Magnetize
DJ Hazard — Horse Shoe 
Automatic — Peach
Subdue — Verde 
Cesco — Fake
Serpnt, Dunk — Dead Cells
Medicinal — Real-time
N-MON1C — Neck Break
Crystal Clear — The Code (VIP)
Resslek — Games (Para Remix)
Honest, STLLRD — Stay Focused (Rue Remix)
Satl — UFO
GEST — Brutalis
Break — Minimus
Zero T & DLR — Only If You Want To
Trex — Goose
Subrix — Understand
Dorian — Call It What You Want
SD — Bugs
DLR — Ask The Question (Instrumental)

Dark Rollers - Volume 1

From past tense to present tense we come with the suspense time to fill with this with no hesitance it be from the mind of the Ryme Tyme coming from the Ed Rush and the Optical coming to your mind. Take a u we need no part-two, no sequel when we kung fu like untouchable every time you know it's brand nu we see...

The soul seeker, the mind creeper
The soul seeker, the mind creepers
The soul seekers
The seek seek...



EDRUSH OPTICAL INTRO TECHY MIX 2 DARKER START

it's that time again - cheers & respect 2 thury tonarm as always!
going through current and old favourites of all kinds (160->172) doing my usual ebb & flow type mixing - on a denon mixer i've never seen before in my life (so not a lot of fx this time around)
little exclusive sneaky thing towards the end - peep it

01 stenny - detraction
02 leftfield - swords
03 svawk & fluid matter - archaeopteryx
04 sun people - we felt the past
05 kemal & rob data - linear
06 quellsy - echoscape
07 censored the audio - manglin
08 calibre - light years
09 billain & rawtekk - dystopia
10 victim & njin - alien trader
11 madusea & hazqa - dots
12 kevala - burnt
13 madonna - frozen (moekel rmx)
14 current value - reconsider
15 noisia - vanishing point
16 d-struct - fathom
17 masheen - starfire
18 moonaddict & l0g1n - powers at my command
19 acid purrr - acid jungle
20 facs - cryptix
21 aleph - terminal field
22 nucleus & paradox - dilettantes
23 xtrah - folklore (now ere diss)
24 digital & spirit - phantom force (fracture rmx)
25 yaano - sirob
26 lfo - lfo (metrodome & sl8r rmx)
27 fracture - bad habit (om unit vip)
28 madvillain feat. stacy epps - eye (boot :p)
29 billain - unsealed seas

[drumbulanz_guestmix_2025-10-06]

MingingDutties_002

Set recorded on 1st of November 2025 at "BASST SCHO" @ Loop Wien. Mix of finest jungle, deep & minimal D&B, as well as dark 140.
Featuring producers like Fred again..., Monty, Molecular, Klinical, UNGLUED, Unkoded, Technimatic and many more.

Basst Scho 1.11. @Loop Wien (Jungle, D&B, 140)

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.
Deep minimalist.

booking : jakubxbooking@gmail.com

IG : https://www.instagram.com/jakubpaksi/

member of Organic Beatz crew 

IG : https://www.instagram.com/organic.beatz/

"Niemand ist mehr Sklave, als der sich für frei hält, ohne es zu sein."

J.W. Goethe

I discovered electronic music at the age of 14, and since then, I’ve been on a journey to find a sound that truly represents me.
In 2018, I was introduced to Dubstep, Riddim and Drum & Bass and I became particularly drawn to DnB. Now, my true passion lies in deep, minimal, a touch of jump up and rollers – underground sounds that I’m eager to focus on in my sets, embracing their darker and more atmospheric qualities.

At the same time, I’ve been passionate about hardgroove techno, mixing funky, fast rhythms with deep, pounding bass. My sets combine tribal, dark, and hypnotic elements that create an intense, high-energy atmosphere, keeping the dancefloor alive and moving.

I am a part of the Subculture Audio Crew in Upper-Austria ☯️

fka missledz

Drum and Bass DJ/Producer

Bristol/Adelaide

Releases on Guidance Music, Rebel Music, Bowlcut Beats, SINE Audio, Drum Army, Four Corners, Boey Audio, Noxious Records, Strictly Deep DNB, Lifestyle Music and more.  

Support from artists such as René LaVice, Fre4knc, Quadrant & Iris, Revaux, Dilemma and Charli Brix.

Dark minimal/jungle/140/speed garage/bassline
London | Tokyo

MAIA began her DJ journey in 2013, spinning at rock and emo clubs in London, including the Camden Purple Turtle and the Scala. After spending over six years in Tokyo, she became a resident DJ at a luxury nightclub V1lla Tokyo and has played at reputable venues like Womb and Ageha, playing a mix of EDM, house, and bass music.

Now back in the UK, MAIA has shifted her focus to dark, deep DnB, with added influence from UK dubstep and bassline. She's brought her sound to underground spots in Bristol and Manchester, including Basement 45, Loco Klub, Six Trees, and the Old Abbey Taphouse, and has also made guest appearances on radio such as Ruffneck Ting Records show at Goatshed.

MAIA currently DJs and runs her own monthly bass music night at the Met Tavern in Uxbridge called Wub city.

DJ/Producer
IG - Medicinaldnb
FB - Medicinaldnb
Bookings available

Drum n Bass based in Carinthia🦇
contact: dnbfabi@gmail.com

Cutting edge dnb meets oldschool underground. Playing soulful liquid tunes or cold minimal techy dark dnb. Also love dubstep. 

Iden Mind is an upcoming producer & DJ based in Vienna, who creates bass heavy music like D&B, 140 and Jungle.

Business Mail: music.idenmind@gmail.com

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