Experimental Electronic Music
A uniquely curated collection that embraces “experimental electronic” less as a genre than as a method of investigation—rewarding passive listening, certainly, but revealing far more through careful examination. The album invites repeated immersion into everything hiding just beneath its fractured surface.
The songs flow right into each other and are only composed of what seems to be a few layers each, but there is a fond fuzziness to them, that glistens like the light reflected off the water. There is a slight melancholy tinge to the music, but it’s not overpowering.
Aura leans more toward the hip-hop beat era than straight IDM, experimental in spirit, with enough left-field nuance that it resists being filed simply as instrumental hip-hop. It’s a document of a producer figuring out his own DNA in real time, two decades before anyone thought to look back and call it influential.
Sprung from a blend of improvisation and composition based on minimalism and depth of (sound)field, his latest, Juxtaposed, is the fourth in a recently inaugurated series of audio works on DƎЯRDE—more experimental, electro-acoustic and cross-genre side-label of Dronarivm and Fonodroom.
Across eleven diverse movements, SICK STREET displays rhythmic elasticity, aural sculpting assembled from found sound, cellular technology, environmental residue, postcode mosaics, and a restless multiplicity of influence.
Empusae and Maris Anguis have crafted a fantastic album that rewards repeated listening and offers a welcome step toward a more spiritual and cultural focus for their label Cryo Chamber.
Air Signs rests at its distinct sound. Everything is pieced together very well, and all the noises, melodies, and synths are family—they all align track after track. Deschamps has a gift for cohesion. Even when he’s working with degraded loops, reversed recordings, and heavily processed guitar, nothing feels fragmented. Everything belongs.
Much music is steeped in the history of the place where it was made, and here Jonathan Sharp, the musician behind this project, trawls the borderlands of fiction, imagination, and the real places written about in the Plague Dogs where he went to collect sounds for the album.
Five tracks of somewhat dark atmospheric exposures, ranging from just over five minutes to almost eleven minutes in duration. Most of the action is perhaps within the realm of atmospheric drone arts but there are some shocking incidents that give an enlightening bump to the constant listener.
The sounds here are not just the contemporary musique concrète we’ve all come to know and love from Everyday Dust, but musique métaphysique. It’s earthy, its rooted, its physical powerful when blaring through the headphones or speakers and subwoofer, but it contains the ever necessary particles of dust that transport me to the otherworld every time I listen to music from this artist.
Lost Hope Society doesn’t deal in easy optimism. Instead, it locates hope as a kind of underlying signal—constant, even when masked by noise. Like Midsommar, it uses brightness to reveal shadow, and in doing so, turns discomfort into clarity.
