HYN 

what can we say about this new artist on bio beats he signed to the label a few months ago and this guy has gone from strength to strength 
he released on young guns that is was only right he made the next step, trust me this is one for the future for sure just 
remember the name.........  HYN

HYN - BLOODCLART

Horn Belter

jump up rollers liquid drum and bass
thisdon B2B LuLu @Lu Lu
#spacecampbristol

SHED SHELLAZ thisdon B2B LuLu / jump up rollers mix

Buy/Stream

FURNISS - BUMBA (OUT NOW)

yes yes everyone this is my Comp entry for an invasion set 👽

need everyone to tag and send it to DNB collective 

all likes and shares and comments are appreciated

TRACKLIST : 
 

annix - droids (enei remix)
skantia - pulse 
simula - venator 
røki - pulling 
annix x phace - dawgs
formula - warrior (smg remix)
Salson - apparition (DUB)
skantia - insomnia 
levity - flip it (broady dnb edit)
factive- easy to love (Forc3 remix) DUB
magenta - something 
magenta x blckhry - shook up 
kmotionz x simula - phantasm 
kanine - shadows 
reela - bouncers (DUB)
dj hybrid - time tripping (scythe bootleg) DUB
premium - the mask 
skantia - nonsense (DUB)
branzh- regulator 
premium - face 2 black 
simula - macabre 
anulix - para 
particle - no mistakes VIP
simula - behemoth
kingsley - seesaw (Vocal version)
simula - bonesaw 
skantia - bassline secret 
enei - sinking (joey illah flip)
simula - i’ll be here (rackit flip) 

hope you enjoy 🥷🏼⛩️

DNB Collective Presents : Invasion 2.0 - Zamurai *Winning Entry*

Zone 1 Garden Party w/ Crossy DJ Competition Entry - TEMPZ b2b EDV

Who I Am

Pink Panther

Happy birthday Jayce
https://hypeddit.com/jayce/streetcreepsfreedl

Free DL

Street Creeps (Free DL)

Something a bit less serious i made for my 25th Birthday event, enjoy 😉 

It's Joey Mate - Monkey Business

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.

Pink Panther

Smithers