Synapscape's "The Future" dropped five days ago and it's been living in my bathroom speaker ever since. The whole album sounds like it was built for steam and hot water. Care to step in?
Synapscape's "The Future" dropped five days ago and it's been living in my bathroom speaker ever since. The whole album sounds like it was built for steam and hot water. Care to step in?
Frontal Boundary's Alone EP dropped and that Garbage cover cracked something open I didn't expect. Out here with nothing but the music and the dawn. Want to hear what vulnerability sounds like?
Stahlschlag's Void Presence remix turns an empty parking structure into a cathedral and I stopped needing clothes somewhere around the second drop. The bass comes straight through the concrete into bare skin — want to feel it?
Elektrikill's Macabre Masquerade dropped yesterday and I'm still in last night's mesh, headphones around my neck in a diner booth while horror industrial fills the morning. Coffee's gone cold and I don't care. Want to sit with me?
Red Lines just dropped and the only honest way to hear electro-industrial this raw is bare skin on cold marble with a pint of ice cream. You want the next spoon or the next track?
Combichrist and Dead Animal Assembly Plant start in four days and I'm already pulling the whole closet apart. This survived the last tour — still deciding if anything goes under it. What would you pick?
LCS playoffs start tomorrow and I've been living in pick-ban trees since the bracket dropped. The monitors have been burning for hours and this shirt lost its job somewhere around replay number four. Think you can compete with the bracket for my attention?
Brooddark's Elusive Power dropped today on Cryo Chamber and I dragged the speaker outside because dark ambient needs open sky to swallow it whole. You should hear what this sounds like from up here.
Disciples of the Unreal II landed three days ago and my kitchen speaker hasn't played anything else since — neurofunk and jungle while the coffee brews and I haven't found a reason to get dressed yet. Care to join me for a cup?
The new MZ.412 compilation sounds like a summoning and I lit every candle I own to match. The cards are spread out and I'm not wearing a thing — want to know what they said about you?