Experimental Electronic Music
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.
This uneasy passage through shadow takes gentle hold, offering no easy reassurance. Soft bells, stretched synths, and sandblasted glitch flicker in and out—never quite defined, but carrying a fragile pulse that holds fleeting moments together.
Erratic and unsettling yet undeniably gripping, this set builds upon warped foundations of industrial dub, mutated jungle, and disfigured hip-hop structures. It’s an excavation—reaching backward while marching toward a future of controlled chaos and sculpted dissonance.
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.
A Coruscating Hope bends its structures into semi-familiar dance contours, then dissolves them. It’s here that a subtle storm of grayscale noise and electrical charge animates an intricate, shifting sound world—where experimental electronics meet a shadowy, tactile form of techno.
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.
From carpet tiles to call center lines to Bulgarian bee barters—an uncanny symphony of sounds, woven seamlessly into one surreal tapestry.
Despite a 2,500-mile distance and sprawling solo discographies, Snowbeasts and Solypsis operate here as if face-to-face—crushing boundaries, igniting audio wreckage, and forging bold new altars of sound.
If Richard Devine and Autechre trace similar constellations in the sonic firmament, Hexalyne orbits his own peculiar void—an architect of abrasive beauty, leading a procession of rhythmic contortion through the digital underworld.
