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Avguchenko – Field Design | SL87

“Hey, move your paws!” “You’re acting weird. How much longer are we going to wander around?” “We need to stay away from prying ears. You’ll find out soon enough…” The road the professor had chosen grew darker and grimmer. Occasional flickers of light ran across his face twisted in an unreadable grimace, half from the drizzle, half from some inner strain. Eventually, the narrow alleys led them to an abandoned building. Its worn-down walls seemed more suited for rituals than for an honest conversation. The drizzle turned into heavy rain, leaving them no choice but to seek shelter inside. Shaking off the water, Cat was looking around when a faint silhouette flashed through one of the doorways. Spacelunch’s hand slowly reached into his pocket. “You okay, Doc?” “Looks like your feline instincts have taken a day off. The road is paved, fluffy.” “What? Road to where?” “To hell. Say goodbye, idiot.” A gun stared straight into his trusting eyes. The cold metal seemed to whisper that the warmth of friendship was about to fade away, too.

Premiere: Daniel Neighbour – Dubmuse [VA006]

Moving Pictures’ new VA drifts along the edge where perception and sound blur — slow dub currents, restrained movement, and a quiet focus that rewards close listening. Dubmuse by Daniel Neighbour sits right at the center of that mood: a deep, humming dub piece with a steady pulse and details that only fully reveal themselves over time. @movpic @dj-neighbour

Upwellings – Lost Sanctuary | SL86

The professor sat on the terrace of an abandoned tech facility. Once, solar panels were tested here. Now, it looked as if even the Sun itself had lost interest. A few stubborn bushes survived thanks to the rain and defiance. Overhead, an old floodlight kept short-circuiting — a flicker in memory of shifts that would never happen again. Maybe silence had chosen this forgotten perimeter to speak finally. By his feet sat a flask of Japanese whisky — a gift from Cat. The very one given after their first clean mission. Spacelunch stared into the dark, trying to sense the outlines of life. Things used to be simpler. A home on Earth. A garage where a pet — once just a cat saved from a burning room as a cub — first spoke. “I should’ve never started those experiments,” he thought. But the images came anyway — the action, the laughter, the arguments — all of it made sense once, as long as someone was walking beside him, who could meow outside of protocol. Somewhere between the missions, the mistakes, the tall tales — their bond had dissolved. But by now, it was far too late to analyze anything.

Antenn – Det Synliga | SL85

The night felt almost mystical. The flickering of neon signs brought to life the trash bins and fire escapes — street romance in its purest form. But not everything fit together as neatly as it seemed. Foul-smelling steam rolled out from sewer grates. From deep within a nearby alley came distant screams, followed by hurried footsteps. Somewhere above, the shriek of a police drone was concealed by the noise of the district. Not far from there, at the corner of a food stall, Cat sat. Poking at cold noodles with a pair of chopsticks, he gazed at the stars and thought about home. Then, suddenly, he froze, his eyes locked at something in front. Someone was approaching fast, with a familiar stride. “Heads up, fluffy.” “Doc…” “We don’t have much time. Let’s shake hands and forget about the fight.” “You think you can just vanish and then reappear like nothing happened?” “I was being an idiot. I know that. But it’s not safe here. I’ll explain on the way.” Cat nodded and followed silently. Memory and logic tangled into a knot — clinging to the professor’s voice, his tone, his face. Something felt… off. It wasn’t just the apology. There was something weird about him. The doubt that was creeping through him gave way to determination. They had a lot to talk about.

Basicnoise – Echoes From Iconia | SPCLNCHBLACK02

SPCLNCH-BLACK continues: a series where minimalism becomes message, and sound drifts between the real and the imagined. Chapter two — “Echoes From Iconia” by Basicnoise. Shifting time layers, slow pulses, and distant patterns with no clear origin. The signal is a trace of something that was here — or still is. You listen. Something listens back. . Logbook. Exploration mission. Day 1. The planet is dead. An anomaly is detected — the time flow is slightly distorted. Day 2. Landed in the central crater. The clocks of our suits show different times from the clocks on the ship. The gap is increasing. Day 4. Logs contain records of events that never happened. A report of tomorrow’s evacuation appeared in the system. No one wrote it. Day 5. We found footprints leading from the landing site to the crater, identical to ours. The ship log was discovered nearby. Final entry: “Do not enter the crater.” Log transmission terminated. The crew did not reestablish contact.