Thirty years in the dark. One signal, still transmitting.
Techno created for rooms with no windows. Low, methodical, patient.
EnterThirty years in the dark. One signal, still transmitting.
Techno. Capital T. A language before it is a genre. Sound and image, pointed at the same place.
Where the sound points, not where it sits. A signal from somewhere ahead, still arriving.
The floor was never the whole point. To say what words cannot, to move a room without one.
Music produced through tireless hours, and occasionally in no time at all. Free to pull down.
SoundCloud ↗It started in the 1990s Bay Area rave: a young raver and budding DJ, then a West-Coast nomad bouncing town to town, playing whatever party would have him.
A summer on the decks at a rock club in Germany, hundreds of headbangers deep. Events of his own through his twenties, one buried on a ranch in the Oregon backcountry.
All of it compressed, now, into Techno.
