The icy wind howled through Edinburghâs cobbled streets, but Ekwols barely noticed. His mind was elsewhere, consumed by echoes of a triumphant year. 2024 had been a whirlwindâconquering dancefloors across Europe, remixing Task Horizon's Legacy, and unleashing his ferocious single Hyena. Heâd closed the year with We Are, an anthem for the Neurogoth movement he embodied. Collaborative sparks flew as Ekwols teamed up with Zardonic on remixes, ending the year on the highest of highs.
But now, standing on the cusp of a new chapter, Ekwols wasnât basking in the glow of past victories. Evolution Chamber, the collective heâd long considered both a home and a proving ground, had set him a challenge: to roll up his sleevesâboth literally and figurativelyâand channel the rawest, most unrelenting energy heâd ever put into music. No frills, no restraintâjust pure, aggressive fireâto show the world that he and the label meant business in its fifth anniversary year.
Back in his studio, dim amber light spilled from an old lamp, casting shadows across shelves of vinyl records, occult symbols, and remnants of past creations. Ekwols sat, tattooed hands hovering over a synthesizer, summoning the energy to craft a track that blurred the line between rebellion, aggression, and otherworldly elegance.
For weeks, his dark energy had gone untapped, caged behind self-imposed restraint. But not tonight. Tonight, the world would hear him roar. Clenching his fists, he whispered the mantra repeating in his mind: "Sleeves Up."
For weeks, his dark energy had gone untapped, caged behind self-imposed restraint. But not tonight. Tonight, the world would hear him roar. Clenching his fists, he whispered the mantra repeating in his mind: "Sleeves Up."
This track wouldnât just be musicâit was a reckoning. A surge of aggression and defiance against the system he believed had held us back. With brutal triplet basslines, jagged synths, and his signature Neurogoth energy, it would surpass expectations.
Ekwols leaned forward, rolling up the sleeves, pressing the first key. A distorted growl erupted from the speakers, and a smirk tugged at his lips. The beast had been born.
The creation of Sleeves Up had begun, and with it, Ekwols was ready to stake his claim as a true heavyweight within the unforgiving world of aggressive, cutting-edge sound, roaring: "Okay, letâs go!"