Entropy

Out For Blood

Unstable Moment

Horison

Don't Break

Shipwrecked

Ghost Smoke

Live or Die

Pitch Black

On the flip, Diode shows his twisted sense of humor with Bouncing, a track that lures you in with a deceptively playful intro. Light, carnival-like melodies swirl with a mischievous energy, giving the illusion of fun and games. But as the tension builds, the mask slips and the real ride begins.

When the drop hits, all pretense is gone... Bouncing slams into a brutal, heavyweight groove. Massive drums drive the track forward, underpinned by cavernous sub bass that rattles the floor to its core. Fun, punchy bass stabs weave between the chaos, injecting an infectious bounce that keeps the energy playful, even at its most punishing.

Equal parts savage and cheeky, Bouncing proves Diode can balance fun with devastation. Step right up, strap in, and bounce with me.

Bouncing

Entropy is Diode at his heaviest. The track wastes no time cutting straight to the bone, opening with ghostly, chopped female vocals before slamming headfirst into pounding percussion. The first drop unleashes a relentless 4x4 assault, built on crushing low-end pressure and drums engineered for maximum impact.

From there, the track mutates into a broken-beat neurofunk barrage. Screaming basslines rip through the mix with surgical precision, while guttural vocal chops add a raw, human edge to the chaos. Every section is designed to escalate the intensity, keeping the pressure dialed all the way up.

This is pure, weaponized Neurofunk; ruthless, mechanical, and devastating on the floor.

Impex comes in swinging with Out For Blood, a savage fusion of Neurofunk precision and Jump Up grit. This one hits hard with relentless, skull-crushing drums, massive fat basslines that shake the walls, and chopped-up vocal stabs slicing through the chaos. It’s raw, it’s dirty, and it’s Impex at his heaviest; built to tear apart any dancefloor in its path.

What If takes the Neurofunk x Jump Up fusion even further, locking in raw, in-your-face synth stabs over stomping, floor-shaking drums. Just when you think you’ve got it figured out, the second drop flips the script with a half-time section that hits like a sledgehammer. This one’s designed to catch you off guard and leave the dancefloor in pieces.

What If

Unstable Moment kicks off the EP with a throwback to golden-era Neurofunk energy. Heavy rolling drums lock in beneath a twisting reese and razor-sharp sound design, creating a track that’s both futuristic and familiar. This is NEMY’s nod to the roots of the genre, while showcasing his modern production edge. It’s an opener designed to move dancefloors with relentless momentum.

Shifting into darker territory, Tunnel of Silence strips back the chaos in favor of a creeping, minimal soundscape. Sub pressure dominates as crisp percussion cuts through the shadows, building an atmosphere that feels both hypnotic and claustrophobic. It’s a track that thrives in tension, keeping listeners suspended in a constant state of unease while still driving forward with force.

Tunnel of Silence

Closing out the release, Amigdala explores NEMY’s most experimental side. The tune leans on atmospheric minimal tones, weaving eerie textures and skeletal rhythms into a haunting sonic experience. It’s restrained yet powerful, leaving space for the imagination while still carrying the signature low-end weight that defines the Warlock Audio sound.

Amigdala

Warlock Audio welcomes Dropset to the roster with Horizon, a devastating Neurofunk weapon forged in distortion and darkness. From the first impact, the track dives into an abyss of snarling Reese basses, razor-edged stabs, and bone-crushing drums that hit with surgical precision. The sound design is relentless; a perfect storm of mechanical aggression and cinematic tension that drags you deep into the shadows.

Horizon is built for the late-night destroyers. A no-mercy onslaught that defines the Warlock Audio sound: dark, technical, and unapologetically heavy.

Horizon

Rift - a dark, high-impact Neurofunk assault that fuses haunting atmosphere with brutal precision. The intro sets the tone with grim, cinematic pads and eerie detuned harp plucks that build a sense of tension and unease before erupting into chaos. When the drop hits, all control is lost. Massive distorted basslines tear through the mix, driven by tight, snappy drums that strike with mechanical force.

Amid the destruction, light and airy vocal samples drift through the carnage, adding a surreal contrast that elevates the track’s intensity even further. Rift is a perfect example of Dropset’s ability to balance emotion and aggression; a sonic divide between beauty and brutality.

Rift

On The Floor is an absolutely massive B-side on this two-track release from The In Kill. Edgy metal guitar riffs and aggressive Neurofunk basslines are fused seamlessly into one powerhouse of a track. a 4x4 beat commences while guitars keep speakers pulsating leading to a drop where basslines slash and drums bang to an intense rhythm. Once this freight train of a track begins there's no tuning back. 

FUCK THIS UP!

On The Floor

Chants echo through the halls while distorted bass hits rattle the chains of imprisonment. The drop lands devastating blows, unleashing a fury of FM'd basslines that tear through your speakers. Drums pound relentlessly, driving the track further into madness. Don't Break is a powerful A-side to the premiere release from The In Kill on Warlock audio. This is one you don't want to miss!

Transforma drags you straight into the depths with a tense, cinematic intro built on eerie pads and ghostly vocal wisps drifting through the mix. The pressure swells as growling basslines churn beneath the surface, drums tightening and amplifying until the whole track detonates into a brutally heavy drop. Once unleashed, the tune drives forward with chugging Neurofunk energy. Gnarled bass warbles twisting through the low end while sharp, heavenly synths cut through the darkness like sparks in the void. A relentless, abyss-bound destroyer. 

We are desperately Shipwrecked. There are no survivors... 

Coral opens with the sirens haunting vocals that shimmer above an atmospheric soundscape, luring you in before the floor gives way beneath you. The drop hits with explosive impact: heavy, plucky basslines lock in with tightly engineered, techy drums while chopped vocal fragments ricochet through the mix. Every element is sculpted with surgical detail, merging groove, grit, and futuristic sound design. This is pure mastery of tech DnB. 

Transforma & Dropset unleash the fury of the seas. Don't get swallowed up..

Coral

Space Junk launches with electronic bongos echoing through ghostly sweeps and drifting pads, setting a strange, weightless atmosphere. The tension thickens before the floor falls out into a drop packed tight with fat, distorted bass, ghastly vocal fragments, and relentless, driving drums. It’s a chaotic, otherworldly roller that feels like drifting through abandoned machinery in deep space.

Space Junk

Ghost Smoke creeps in on thick, weighty drums and the unsettling clatter of broken piano keys, setting a tense, cinematic mood. A haunting reese swells beneath the surface, rising into a spine-tingling build before everything snaps into a spooky, widescreen drop. The main reese line growls with menace as eerie synths weave through the mix, all pushed forward by massive drum work and huge, driving percussion. A dark, atmospheric stepper with real bite. This is classic Pish Posh energy with a cinematic edge.

The journey begins with (Re)Initiation, a mechanical awakening that breathes tension into every moment. Haunting sci-fi pads and eerie synths open the gate before a massive surge of laser-cut basslines and industrial percussion tears through the silence. Every sound feels alive with gears grinding, circuits sparking; a cold-blooded march into the machine’s heart.

(Re)Initiation

The title track, Live or Die, contrasts serenity with sheer power. It opens in a tranquil world with chirping birds, ethereal vocals, and broken-beat drums before snapping into a warped dimension of funk-fueled Neuro. Dark reese basses, rolling synths, and relentless drums collide with metal-inspired guitar riffs and half-time a breakdown, creating a battle between beauty and brutality.

Then comes The Unexpected, a descent into the shadows. The intro seeps dread, nightmare-fueled pads wrapping around your senses before the drop unleashes merciless bass, punishing drums, and venomous synths. It’s cinematic terror; pure energy distilled into sound.

The Unexpected

Finally, Heat Pressure closes the EP with high-octane tension and raw sci-fi energy. Pulsing, breathing synth textures merge with mechanical rhythms and devastating low-end power. It’s both futuristic and primal; a storm of sound that cements Exdvayne as a new force in the DnB underground.

Heat Pressure

Pitch Black sets the tone for DPLR’s new EP with a shadow-drenched dive into the darker edges of minimal Drum & Bass. Built on deep, rolling basslines and surgical techy drums, the track unfolds like a slow-creeping fog that's immersive, hypnotic, and unrelenting. Subtle textures and brooding atmospheres move beneath the surface, creating a sense of tension that tightens with every bar.

A pure embodiment of stripped-back darkness, Pitch Black isn’t just heard, it’s felt. DPLR joins The Coven with some of the darkest tunes of the year.

Bump In The Night sinks deep into the shadows of a dark, minimal descent shaped by the spirit of golden-era Techstep. Techy, precision drums cut through a bed of haunting, atmospheric pads, while a relentless, pounding bassline stalks beneath the mix. The tension never lets up. Every hit, every echo, every low-end rumble feels like something lurking just out of sight. This is a track built to make you fear what moves unseen in the night.

Bump In The Night

Bad Pipes closes the Pitch Black EP with a plunge straight into sonic madness. Heavy, lurching 2-step drums set an unsteady pulse as warped textures crack open the mix, dragging you deeper into the dark. Beneath it all, a punishing 808 bassline hammers relentlessly, shaking the foundation with every hit. Minimal, brutal, and pitch-black in atmosphere, this track feels like a broken machine coming alive in the shadows and it does not let you escape.

Bad Pipes

Mean Teeth and OMNEUM mark the turning of the year with Sun Goes Down, a track born at the edge of light and shadow on the Winter Solstice. It opens as the final glow fades from the sky. Fast, techy drums scatter like nervous thoughts in the cold, while broken, plucked strings splinter through the air. Above it all, hollow pads howl like wind tearing through empty streets, signaling the arrival of the longest night.

When the drop hits, darkness fully takes hold. A barrage of classic neuro basses detonates in unison with crushing drum beats, raw and relentless. Each hit lands with purpose, driving the track deeper into the night. Techstep-inspired synths surge forward, sharp and mechanical, locking into the rhythm like gears grinding under pressure.

Sun Goes Down is the sound of the solstice itself, the moment the sun finally disappears and the ritual begins. Cold, aggressive, and unstoppable, it embraces the night at its deepest point, turning darkness into momentum and shadow into power.

Sun Goes Down

Akuma and Protoss open a rift in the ritual with Catastrophic, a track that unfolds like a prophecy whispered too late. It begins in the shadows... dark basslines coil low beneath eerie, flickering synths, setting the scene of a world holding its breath. From the haze, a woman’s voice rises, distant and haunting, singing like a warning echoing through collapsing corridors of sound.

As the tension tightens, a snarling reese bass creeps forward, grinding and growing, pulling the listener closer to the edge. Then the spell breaks. The drop hits with devastating force; heavy yet melodic, drenched in classic Neurofunk spirit. Precision-cut drums strike with mechanical intent while layers of dark, rolling bass interlock beneath waves of evil, atmospheric pads.

Catastrophic is the moment everything gives way; the collapse, the release, the aftermath. A finely honed weapon of Neurofunk that balances menace and melody, dragging the listener through destruction and leaving only echoes in its wake.

Catastrophic

Subcat and Akutai unveil Mammoth, a tale carved in stone and sound, beginning not with brute force, but with elegance. Gentle strings and piano drift in like candlelight through a Victorian hall; refined, melancholic, and steeped in old-world beauty. For a moment, time stands still, as if the past itself is breathing softly before the fall.

Then the illusion shatters. The doors are torn from their hinges as Mammoth plunges into an unrelenting aural assault. Colossal bass surges forward, drums smash and fracture with primal weight, and haunting vocal chants rise like a spirit from deep beneath the earth. The refined motifs return only in fragments. Twisted, eerie strings weaving through the chaos like ghosts of that once-elegant opening.

Mammoth is the collision of eras: grace crushed beneath raw power, beauty swallowed by brute force. A towering statement of contrast and scale, it lumbers forward with unstoppable momentum, leaving ruin, resonance, and awe in its wake.

Mammoth

Typecell and A-Tech cast a cold spell with Fractured, a track that feels like the first crack of ice beneath your feet. It opens in near silence; haunting pads drift through the void while distant percussion echoes like footsteps in an abandoned ruin. The atmosphere is uneasy and intimate, steeped in a creeping sense of dread that slowly tightens its grip.

When the drop arrives, it doesn’t explode... it emerges. Minimal, dark DnB pulses forward with restrained menace, driven by sharp, ritualistic percussion that snaps and rattles in the cold. Each element feels deliberate and skeletal, leaving space for tension to breathe. From within that darkness, a ghostly synth rises, carving out a fragile melody that flickers like a dying flame.

As the track unfolds, broken strings cut through the mix, splintered and sorrowful, signaling an inevitable shift. The air grows colder, the shadows longer. Fractured is the sound of winter approaching... of light retreating and darkness settling in, slow and unavoidable.

Fractured

Dropset and Gingersnap summon the longest night with Paralysis, a track forged in the stillness of the Winter Solstice, when time feels suspended and the world holds its breath. It opens beneath a frozen sky where haunting pads drift like cold mist across the ground, while ethereal vocals hover in the air, distant and weightless. Faded drumbeats pulse faintly below, echoing like a slowed heartbeat in the dark.

Then the countdown begins. 4… 3… 2… 1…
The moment arrives, and the spell is sealed.

The track snaps into motion as a rolling wave of neurofunk surges forward. Deep reese bass drives relentlessly, heavy and hypnotic, pulling the listener deeper into the night. Eerie, glacial synths stalk alongside the bassline, their cold tones weaving tension through every bar. Beneath it all, razor-sharp, technical drumwork fractures and reforms with precision, keeping the ground unstable and the mind alert.

Paralysis captures the solstice threshold, where darkness reaches its peak and motion returns. Frozen, relentless, and alive with pressure, it is a soundtrack for the longest night, when everything stops… and then moves all at once.

Would you rather be paralyzed or dead?

Paralysis

Anizo & Verture unveil Reverie, a track that unfolds at the threshold of winter, where the world slips into stillness and the mind drifts between waking and dream. It opens with a bold, cinematic scale. Vast bass swells beneath towering pads, rising like dark clouds over a frozen horizon. Each note feels deliberate and monumental, as if the night itself is gathering strength.

As the tension reaches its peak, the vision fractures. The drop cuts in with ruthless precision: chopped basslines snap and twist in perfect sync with sharp, off-beat drums, while tightly engineered synths slice through the cold air. The chaos is controlled and calculated while dark energy shapes into motion.

Reverie is a masterclass in modern Neurofunk, capturing that solstice moment where time bends and consciousness drifts. Heavy yet refined, cinematic yet surgical, it pulls the listener into a waking dream where darkness reigns, focus sharpens, and the longest night becomes a place of power.

Reverie

As the Winter Solstice locks the world in its deepest shadow, Jocasta & Joppa unleash RudeBoi, a force born from the collision of cold ritual and raw power. This is the moment when the night rules completely, when restraint dissolves and instinct takes over.

From the first strike, earth-shaking bass surges upward like molten stone breaking through frozen ground. The drums land with devastating weight, cracking the silence of the longest night and sending shockwaves through the dark. Distorted basslines flow relentlessly, thick and dangerous, moving like lava beneath a crust of ice.

Against that heat, razor-cold synths cut through the mix, sharp and unforgiving, creating a stark contrast that mirrors the solstice itself with fire and frost locked in balance. When the sun slips away and the world holds its breath, RudeBoi answers with weight and fire, shaking the night awake.

RudeBoi

ZedBerg & Zionov ND unveil This Was Given, a track that feels like an offering laid at the heart of the Winter Solstice. It opens in ceremony with plucked strings that ring out like frostbitten echoes across a frozen landscape, while thunderous percussion rolls in the distance, slow and deliberate, as if awakening something ancient beneath the earth. Each strike carries weight, marking time on the longest night of the year.

As the ritual reaches its turning point, the drop descends with unstoppable force. Thundering drums crash forward in relentless waves, distorted bass surges with raw, elemental power, and ancient synths rise like voices from a forgotten age. The sound is vast and imposing, equal parts reverence and reckoning, as darkness settles fully before the inevitable shift.

This Was Given captures the essence of the solstice exchange. The surrender to shadow, the acceptance of power passed down through time. A moment of stillness and impact, where what is offered in darkness shapes what will return with the light.

This Was Given

Contam and The In Kill close the circle with Let It Go, the final invocation of The Turning Rite, arriving at the exact moment the Winter Solstice completes its arc. It opens not in darkness, but in reflection. Pop-infused pads and luminous synths shimmer like distant stars, offering a fleeting sense of warmth before the night fully settles in. It’s the calm breath taken before release.

But the stillness doesn’t last. Bass begins to rise beneath the surface, pressure building as chopped drums fracture the glow, signaling the inevitable shift. When the drop lands, restraint is abandoned entirely. A torrent of heavily modulated bass tears through the silence, massive and unrelenting, locked tightly with crushing, modern neurofunk drums that hit with absolute authority. Every element surges forward, raw and refined at once.

Let It Go is the sound of surrender at the solstice; the shedding of what no longer serves as darkness reaches its peak. It’s an ending that feels like transformation rather than closure, a final release before the cycle turns and the light begins its slow return. A brutal, definitive finale to The Turning Rite.

Let It Go

J  O  I  N     T  H  E     C  O  V  E  N

Warlock Audio is an American-founded record label with a mission to amplify the darker side of Drum and Bass across North America. Bringing together a diverse roster of artists from around the world, we specialize in the raw, edgy depths of Neurofunk, Techstep, and dark Rollers. Our sound isn’t just distinct; it’s a modern evolution that infuses classic styles with fresh, innovative twists. At Warlock Audio, we’re dedicated to reshaping the DnB landscape in the U.S. and Canada, delivering tracks that push boundaries and defy expectations. For fans seeking an unforgettable, intense DnB experience—look no further.

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