Artificial Island :: Another World (Remastered) (Self Released)
Across Another World, Artificial Island keep things measured and textural, allowing minute sounds, gentle rhythms and shifting layers to carry much of the album’s character.
Across Another World, Artificial Island keep things measured and textural, allowing minute sounds, gentle rhythms and shifting layers to carry much of the album’s character.
The Cardboard Falcon is a profoundly vibrant, impressionistic, cinematic, slow-moving, and melodically oriented neoclassical album that will lead the listener to a state of serenity and contemplation.
This sprawling, sandblasted opus brings together a stellar constellation of avant-garde visionaries—Meat Beat Manifesto, Proswell, Cathode Ray Tube, AZ-Rotator, Rontronik, ΠΕΡΑ ΣΤΑ ΟΡΗ, Scape One, Roel Funcken, Deru, Kindohm, Vytear, and Robert Logan—each sculpting sound into surreal, shimmering form.
Two decades removed from the clockwork IDM of Polytuft-Tech, Tim Martin’s returning light (Home Normal) and beneath still stars (handstitched*) find him stripping everything back to drift, texture, and quietly resonant melody, resulting in two companion albums that feel less like separate releases than different sides of the same long, unhurried thought.
God Is Everything You Are Not is built from voice, MicroKORG synthesis, a microphonic soundbox from LeafAudio, and field recordings. Seven pieces, just under 36 minutes. The release notes describe grief approached as passage rather than narrative, and that framing holds, this record puts you inside the duration of something rather than telling you it happened.
Serge Geyzel’s So I Leave delivers a hard-hitting mix of dark breaks, deep bass, glitch, acid, and experimental energy across three tightly focused tracks.
wave_function ultimately displays an artist working in top form, mapping out a series of experimental electronic terrains that converge into something uniformly disjointed, immersive, and quietly mind-bending.
The Consumers Research and Development Label is clearly not trying to be one thing, and that’s the most encouraging part of this reintroduction. A techno veteran finally putting out his own record after twenty years of platforming everyone else, sitting right next to a hip-hop travelogue built out of literal years of instability and constant movement, that’s a genuinely odd pairing on paper, and it works precisely because neither release is compromising to fit next to the other. They just happen to share a home.
Analogical Force has long occupied the productive tension between experimentation and the dancefloor’s accumulated memory. Hidden Soul sits firmly within that tension, fluent in its established language and meticulously composed. But perhaps the most exciting possibility lies just beyond that fluency: not abandoning the listener, but trusting them enough to take the familiar somewhere unfamiliar.
Natural recordings, soft rhythms, distortion, metallic noises, melody, and digital artifacts continually lean against one another without settling. By the end it feels less like eight compositions and more like half an hour spent inside a system that was continuously adjusting itself while you were listening, and never quite finished.
Landscape 07 unfolds in breaths: slow waves advance, overlap, recede and return in subtly altered forms. The movement is continuous, yet it can escape a distracted listener. You need to stop, allow the piece to find its own pace and follow its changes as you might follow shadows moving across a field.
A mesmerizing collision of ambient, jazz, electronics and ritualistic textures, this album unfolds like a deep-space journey that never loses its human pulse.
Irezumi returns with a deeply immersive ambient journey where granular textures, subtle electronic details, and melancholic atmospheres unfold into a beautifully restrained world of sound.
What began as an ordinary box of records arriving at work quickly turns into a strange trip down the rabbit hole of Synaptic Cliffs—a label where extraterrestrials, electronic music legends, immaculate vinyl and one very elusive artist called pdqb somehow all make perfect sense.