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Everyday Dust :: Assemblance X Sessions (Dustopian Frequencies)

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.

V/A :: Part Time Archivists | Part Time Forgers (Necessary Unfold)

Necessary Unfold draws together the collective consciousness of contemporary Greek electronic music in their Various Artist label launch collection Part Time Archivists / Part Time Forgers. Coalescing electro, breaks, acid sensibilities, and IDM intent, we get 12 sublime Saturday-night anthems primed for a proper underground, word-of-mouth gathering. Summer radiates through the set.

SRS :: Plastic EP (Shakesphere / Furthur Electronix)

This overall limited run of the acid genre is another success on the label for those who are in love with the genre. Furthur Electronix—and a warm welcome Shakesphere, their sub-label—has been carving out a niche for itself over the past few years, releasing music that feels both nostalgic and necessary. It’s a love letter to a sound that defined an era, and for fans of classic acid and braindance, it’s essential.

DaFou :: Berlin Transit (Cyclical Dreams)

DaFou’s new release on Buenos Aeros’ Cyclical Dreams arrives under the title Berlin Transit, and the Berlin nod is more than cosmetic—it signals a clear pull toward a Schulzian mode of expression. What unfolds across more than 100 minutes is a sustained act of musical articulation, rooted in a tightly wound compression of intention from the outset.

Boards of Canada :: Inferno Sessions @ Barnsdall Gallery Theatre, Los Angeles May 22, 2026 · 7:30 PM

After 13 years of silence, Boards of Canada returned not simply with new music, but with a surreal, memory-soaked communion at Barnsdall Gallery Theatre where every fading ray of sunset, whispering pine, analog pulse, and hushed breath among 300 devoted listeners made Inferno feel less like an album preview and more like a long-lost transmission finally reaching home.