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Inscribed within the cracked desert soil was a grand runic glyph formed seemingly of purest obsidian, cauterized like a scar upon the heart of the barren landscape surrounding it. In the distance, the remains of a great wood stood silent, likewise devastated by primal flame and later petrified by the desiccating desert winds. In the ages since the great rune had been carved, scant few had dared venture into the inhospitable wasteland even to probe the rumors of magic power that was said to still lurk at its core. Those who did were visited by visions of terror and carnage that lacked even the comfort of decay at the ends of those who experienced the summoning of The Ancient, a being so foolishly bound in rage and desperation by a people long lost to the sands of time and the desert alike. In these visions, the truths of that time were revealed to those whose eyes were so forced into the past by the latent magics of the land. There had been no victory here amidst the sands that now incorporated particles of human bone, no honor claimed by the brave warriors who fought on either side of this dual conflict, whose blood had boiled and melted their flesh beneath the resplendent bronze of their armor as it shone under the rays of the sun. The Ancient, brought to this plane of existence solely of malice, ignorance, and ego, had become itself suffused by the emotion of its summoners. So much greater was its power that they too were annihilated within its divine flame alongside their enemies and all of the bounties of the land for which they fought. Forever since had it lain barren, bereft of even a single drop of rain in the centuries that had passed, for those who had sought to wield the power of the gods as a weapon, no quarter could ever be given upon this once verdant land of their holy creation. SCREAMARTS summons a foreboding set of sonics for his DUALITY EP, the Austrian artist's latest tale within EATBRAIN's codex and catalog. Drawing inspiration from the dual justifications of human conflicts and the suffering that they bring about, SCREAMARTS presents DUALITY as a cautionary tale of the woe that has long befallen all those of humankind who perpetrate such conflicts no matter their moral aim. written by Gwen Kubik
The portal's trans dimensional trajectory had shifted suddenly, shunting the woebegotten scientist instantaneously into the furthest reaches in uncharted space. Thanks only due to his rapid reflexes and unquestionable ability with the technology he wielded, the scientist has been able to save himself from a frigid death amidst the interstellar void, instead redirecting his course to the nearest solid planetary body. It was there upon it's rocky surface he now stood, surrounded by a vast and barren nothingness steeped in beige and dust. Above him in the sky loomed the seething maw of the portal that had delivered him here, glowing red hot at its core thanks to the fission of atmospheric molecules that occurred constantly within it at its present altitude. Occasionally, the hairs on the scientist's arms would stand vertically in salute to the electromagnetic charges generated by the swirling vortex, and yet amidst the strange atmosphere of this distant planetoid not a single sound could be heard. There he stood, LOST IN SILENCE, a castaway adrift at the furthest reaches of all creation. AKOV returns to EATBRAIN with LOST IN SILENCE, the latest EP from neurofunk's ursine overlord that stands set to send the EATBRAIN horde to the genre's furthest sonic reaches thanks to the depth of AKOV's scientifically tuned sonics, which this time includes, metal – his very own band: AENYGMA -, breakbeat and even a hint of jazz. Written by Gwen Kubik
Inscribed within the cracked desert soil was a grand runic glyph formed seemingly of purest obsidian, cauterized like a scar upon the heart of the barren landscape surrounding it. In the distance, the remains of a great wood stood silent, likewise devastated by primal flame and later petrified by the desiccating desert winds. In the ages since the great rune had been carved, scant few had dared venture into the inhospitable wasteland even to probe the rumors of magic power that was said to still lurk at its core. Those who did were visited by visions of terror and carnage that lacked even the comfort of decay at the ends of those who experienced the summoning of The Ancient, a being so foolishly bound in rage and desperation by a people long lost to the sands of time and the desert alike. In these visions, the truths of that time were revealed to those whose eyes were so forced into the past by the latent magics of the land. There had been no victory here amidst the sands that now incorporated particles of human bone, no honor claimed by the brave warriors who fought on either side of this dual conflict, whose blood had boiled and melted their flesh beneath the resplendent bronze of their armor as it shone under the rays of the sun. The Ancient, brought to this plane of existence solely of malice, ignorance, and ego, had become itself suffused by the emotion of its summoners. So much greater was its power that they too were annihilated within its divine flame alongside their enemies and all of the bounties of the land for which they fought. Forever since had it lain barren, bereft of even a single drop of rain in the centuries that had passed, for those who had sought to wield the power of the gods as a weapon, no quarter could ever be given upon this once verdant land of their holy creation. SCREAMARTS summons a foreboding set of sonics for his DUALITY EP, the Austrian artist's latest tale within EATBRAIN's codex and catalog. Drawing inspiration from the dual justifications of human conflicts and the suffering that they bring about, SCREAMARTS presents DUALITY as a cautionary tale of the woe that has long befallen all those of humankind who perpetrate such conflicts no matter their moral aim. written by Gwen Kubik
Flittering up from beneath the facades of ruined buildings cast in the filtered light of fading day came frolicking a faction of miniature miscreants, hellbent on nothing more or less than calamitous chaos of a kind most ultimately benign. This part of the city, only recently fallen from its former splendor into a relative state of forgotten disrepair, had become their favored haunt and a canvas upon which they painted their mural of mischief. Indeed, though sometimes disturbed by their devious pranks, those humans who still lived within the dilapidated dwellings of the neighborhood looked upon these minute beings with a sense of familiar nostalgia, reminiscent as they were of the deeds of their own childhoods upon the very same city streets. Thus, there was something of an enchantment to the gremlin's general goblinry. The high-pitched shrieks of sheer thrill that resulted from the success of their misdeeds, the skitter and scrape of their bicycles, skateboards, and all other manner of experimental wheeled vehicles, and the freshly odorous fumes of the spraypaint that newly adorned many of the neighborhood's walls. In this place so forgotten by their human brethren, these RASCALS had brought a revitalizing presence to the ruined alleys in which they ran, their ruckus reinvigorating the empty, crumbling streets. MNDSCP rallies the RASCALS of the EATBRAIN horde with his latest EP, gleefully titled under that name to unify the rowdy and cacophonous sounds within. Across the four-track span of RASCALS, boisterous basslines rebound amidst an atmosphere of silly sonics that brings a rejuvenating levity to the monstrous menagerie of the EATBRAIN horde. Written by Gwen Kubik
In the most literal sense of the phrase, all hell had broken loose upon the city. From a red-hot rift within the earth had crawled frightful and freakish creatures ferried directly from the nightmares of the city's citizens. Indeed, such was the quality of this sudden summoning that this menagerie of malevolent spirits possessed only a haphazard collective identity, each instead bearing a beguiling countenance conferred onto them by the personal fears of their individual inspirations. Amidst their ranks stood classical horrors, skeletons, and shadows that showed the face of death and despair. Yet also were there boogeymen and boggles and other dwellers-under-the bed, embodying imaginative and fickle forms found in the minds of the children that feared them so. Vastly varied too were the actions taken by this fearsome horde, each so uniquely motivated by the personal horror that they did represent. So it was that some skeletons simply lay lifeless upon the asphalt whilst others crawled into the city's closets. Some simply screamed at the woe-begotten passersby, threatening them not but simply seeking the momentary pleasure of a single spook & scare. For more than a few of these creatures, their existence exalted a forbidden vice, a lurking fear of desires long since locked away. Thus it was that a gangly gargoyle could be found amidst the chaos slyly sipping on an ICE COLD cocktail, indulging in the fears that lurked in the minds of those who had long since left such libations behind. STATE OF MIND unleashes the full freakish fury of the EATBRAIN horde as he visits his latest single, ICE COLD, upon the ears of the label's ravenous faithful. Inside, STATE OF MIND presents a suite of oddly tantalizing tones across the single's twin tracks, combining cool confidence and capricious sound design in a dizzyingly effective concoction for EATBRAIN's latest release. Written by Gwen Kubik
Before the gates of hell's fourth layer stands a massive desk of black ironwood, intricately inlaid with avaricious motifs and adorned with a sophisticated seal that once marked the completion of a long-forgotten contract between the great and powerful devils that rule this realm. Atop this desk sits a singular tome, bound in the leathered flesh of contract breakers aplenty. Indeed, between the boundless pages of this terrible tome are listed the names of all those whose actions have or shall destin them to arrive here, recorded forever in an evergrowing CHRONICLE of mortal greed. Behind this desk sits always the skeletal visage of one of the realm's septuple gatekeepers, here bedecked in a three-piece suit that would be well fitting were it not for the being's lack of soft tissue. Before him come the damned, oft sure that their swindling ways might grant them one final respite from condemnation to flame. Commonly, they plead their case before the gatekeeper, and in response, it is assured that from within the depths of his great ironwood desk he shall pull forth the precedents of divine law that will shackle them to their doom. As the poor souls at the gate are ferried away to their torments upon the wings of lesser devils, the gatekeeper reclines in his chair with contentment. Reaching once more within his desk, he withdraws a much smaller tome, detailing the victories of his latest case closed. Each and every one of its entries begins with the very same line - "Dear diary, today was a damn good day." AGRESSOR BUNX return to EATBRAIN with their CHRONICLE EP, the latest release from one of the label's most dynamic duos. Within, the inimitable pair of producers unleash four tracks imbued with a sonic fury set to send the EATBRAIN horde into a hellish frenzy as they dance to enrapturing rhythms within.
For millennia, learned individuals the world over have sought to unravel the secrets of alchemy, that famed occult science that allows for the transmutation of elements from one type to another. In the beginning, its secrets were sought by scholars who ingested mercury to prolong the lives of their physical bodies even as its poison vapors drove them to madness. Then came those who sought to transform mundane lead into brilliant, shimmering gold, and they too were poisoned by the former metal's insidious and lurking aftereffects. In the more recent past, there have been those who have succeeded in the alchemical pursuit to a certain degree, splitting certain heavy elements into their more basal forms through the power of fission, and yet even in their successes these individuals too were poisoned for their hubris, the effects evermore immediate and horrific than those faced by their predecessors. Indeed, despite these scientists' efforts at alphabetical categorization of the known elements, the truth of the gods remains sealed away in the depths of space, guarded by beings unknowable and all-powerful. True transmutation is the property of one singular element carefully withheld from the grasp of mortal beings. Its genesis in the womb of the divine mother gives it this singular quality, and this property has been wielded by the gods since time immemorial to shape, craft, and hone the vast expanses of the universe. Its silvery hue is echoed in the rays of a million distant stars, the children of the divine mother who have in turn given birth to all further life. What mortals have sought for so long has been forever known as ARGENTUM, and its ineffable form shall never grace their greedy hands. SITRI returns to EATBRAIN with his latest single, ALPHABET//ARGENTUM, which sees him synthesize futuristic rhythmic sequences and transmute thrashing basslines to surge alongside them for his second EATBRAIN release.