KOS.MOS.MUSIC presents the debut "Clutterfunk EP" by Vitaly Kazakov aka Hygienic Product, a Fryazino (Moscow Region) based producer. "Clutterfunk EP" is a fierce mix of techstep and jungle, here and there it's jungle with a techstep sound and, in spots, it's the opposite - techstep on jungle rhythms. The tracks feature lots of rolling structures with random ragga-jungle samples. The entire release sets its own mood—not cheerful, but not sad either; light constantly shines on the way through the darkness. Each track and the entire release, as a whole, is a musical journey accompanied by drum’n’bass rhythms. Mastered by Kos.Mos.Music.Lab

KOS.MOS.MUSIC presents a debut "Hypnotized EP" by AnnGree. The "Hypnotized EP" is imbued with the spirit of early techstep, yet absorbed many subgenres such as deep and neuro drum’n’bass. It features lots of rolling structures, with circulating jump-up grooves and industrial overtones. Moreover, most of the tracks on the release are atmospheric and even psychedelic.

Discard all masks. This track leaves no choice. This is a sound strength test. "Show Me Your Tears" is a dark anthem of fractured psychedelia, where every sample is a blow to the psyche, and every second is absolute chaos. The oppressive atmosphere of hopelessness, plunging into the abyss, inhabited only by broken rhythms and bass pulsations from the very heart of darkness. "Show Me Your Tears" is not just a track, it is a sonic journey to the side of consciousness where light does not penetrate. Gloomy landscapes create a sense of impending madness, and the heavy, physically tangible bass squeezes out everything that you have so carefully hidden. The sound that originates not in the speakers, but in the spinal cord is a cold, whispering paranoia. Beyond good and evil, beyond reason. Immerse yourself in the true embodiment of horror. Don't turn it on alone. The sound of breaking bones in a breakdown could be yours. And the silence after that is the last thing you'll hear before they get to the source. There is no melody here. Only the growing gnashing of the torn psyche and the voices that you hear only inside. They know where your tears are hidden. They came for them. This is a track for a personal apocalypse, demanding to bare the soul. Show me your tears. They're your only currency here.