Experimental Electronic Music
Nazareno [bassi] delivers three inventive tracks on a limited 8″ lathe cut for No/Tempo. From glitchy bursts in “Discussion” to the warped vocals of “No Now” and the funky breakbeats of “I Love Tempo,” the release blends rhythmic chaos with electronic innovation, adding fresh energy to Adepta Editions’ Atanor Collection.
More labyrinth than narrative, Front drifts through abstract circuitry and tonal detours, its disjointed flow less a flaw than an intent—a transmission of controlled chaos.
Hasbeen’s HAVOC INTVL, released with Clean Error in July 2025, dives into glitchy braindance with shimmering bleeps and fragmented pulses. Each track unfolds as a distinct, cryptic phase, blending mechanized dissonance and delicate melodies into a cohesive, abstract sonic journey.
After the success of Séptimo Sentido in 2024, I was eager to hear what Seph would deliver next. His latest release, Fiera, arrived sooner than expected—but rather than presenting a new creative direction, it offers a glimpse into earlier material from his vault. Naturally, I was curious to see how this project would compare.
Johnny McDowell’s cable.percussion delivers a vivid array of sculpted breakbeats and weathered braindance textures on Bleach, a six-track collection where glitch flickers at the periphery and emotional resonance surfaces from the very first moments.
While modest in duration, these pieces are densely packed with intricately programmed electro, broken rhythms, braindance flourishes, and warped modular sequences that shift shape as quickly as they emerge.
Helemental doesn’t shout; it glides. It evokes connection not through force but through familiarity—like stumbling upon a memory long tucked away, warm and faintly glowing. This is an album that hums gently with presence, a quiet reminder that something beautiful still lingers, waiting to be heard.
From start to close, Gorrio weaves a tightly knit narrative—electronic language spoken fluently, rhythmically, and with striking clarity.
Something jagged and instinctive pulses through Cathode Ray Tube’s latest four-track transmission—just over thirty minutes of fractured rhythms and kinetic sputter.
The entire release unspools as a study in sonic erosion: warped forms blasted at their seams yet retaining an unshakable density—mysterious, broken, and fiercely intact.
Though deceptively simple on the surface, these pieces reveal a deep-rooted command of mood and motion, offering a wistful nod to the IDM genre’s emotive past without getting lost in its complexity.
