Experimental Electronic Music
Everyday Dust returns with Shrouded III, a fever dream of decayed synths, eerie textures, and hallucinatory soundscapes that blur the line between madness and revelation. Paired with the wild remix project Mossed in Translation, these releases plunge deeper into the project’s haunted world—unsettling, immersive, and impossible to ignore.
Undertones doesn’t merely explore disorder; it thrives in it—spinning volatile frequencies into an oddly meditative turbulence, where musique concrète meets instinctive structure, and where noise becomes a living, breathing force.
Hello Spiral’s Detached Objects (Moonside Tapes) blends noise, dark ambient, computer music, and musique concrète to defy easy categorization. By severing sounds from familiar meanings, it creates an unsettling atmosphere of estrangement, embodying Viktor Shklovsky’s idea of “making the stone stony” and challenging passive listening.
It’s a vortex of unstable harmonics and whispering frequencies, built from minimal static and fractured melodies that seem to constantly evolve, folding in on themselves.
It’s industrial rot turned ritual, where mechanical howls and corrosive tones blur into something akin to musique concrète or audio collage—less composed than unearthed.
This strangely and mysteriously moving compilation album brilliantly honors the gloomy and surreal atmospherics of Lynch’s early experimental film masterpiece, Eraserhead.
Rather than relying on brute force, kaoshipnótico crafts dynamic tension across the album’s jagged structure. Found sounds, metallic screeches, circuit-bent textures, and industrial rumble all collide in waves of distortion that suggest both panic and ritual.
Through white noise, thorough in its separation and diffraction of constituent tones, before reprocessing them and sending them back out into an abyss of stars as if these horns are calling to some alien entity or god far beyond the reaches of our usual means of communication.
Though it navigates shadowy realms, How to Shoulder the Radiance of Revelations propels itself beyond time—a volatile meditation from some imagined ruin. Radiant in its disintegration, this is dub combusted and reassembled—glowing, feral, and spellbinding in the void.
Titled hORs soLs, this new album by Philippe Neau is dedicated to green field recordings which work like a lively, organic ballet of natural sounds occasionally morphed, treated and manipulated with additional electronic sound sources.
Throughout El So de los Muertos, this sense of awe at the geological scale of something larger and more ancient is present both in sound and aesthetics, as shown by the album name itself (“The Sun of the Dead”) as well as track titles with translations like “The Earth and its subterranean powers.”
