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sport, prized for its speed, engineering, and brutality. Pitting outcast biker gangs against one another in a high speed street race that resembles cannonball run with guerrilla warfare.

Sick of it all and with nothing to lose, a group of renegade bikers, called Hondas Goblins, begin to revolt. In an age of constant surveillance the odds are steep and consequences high. Combining forces these roving bikers begin to move offline and into legend. On the subterranean level below the towers are illuminated by mottled lights from neon signs high above a ceiling covered in a web of cables and cords. A hollow yet bustling life maintains a dense landscape of endless repair shops, it’s in the cavernous back alley black markets you begin to hear a population with a new hope and the roar of, “HONDAS GOBLINS”…  

When we asked Gábor Kovács (Új Bála) about what inspired him to create, “Hideg Sors” he simply replied, “frustration”.

While frustration is not an emotion commonly held in high esteem, it is one expressed, celebrated, and even the focus of many artistic bedrocks; in theatre, literature, poetry. Tropes which are used in virtually all genres of popular music and film. Even a certain rock band that famously can’t get any (no) “satisfaction”.

The subject of frustration comes up over and over in art because most of us, emotionally experience frustration often and plenty. Merriam Webster defines “frustration” as “inner striving, unrest, or imbalance often with physiological indication of emotion” and “dissatisfaction arising from unresolved problems or unfulfilled needs”.

“Hideg Sors” teems with inner striving, and an unrest, whether there is any unresolved needs that is anyones guess, as our needs are are always shifting and recalibrating. As soon as you begin to gain your bearings you immediately whisked away to a new, daring, and exuberant place.

 Each composition acts as a diary entry, a testament to the day and time they were created. Sometimes sassy; sometimes queasy, alway immediate and forceful, presented with such ease and attitude, that can only be read as fun.

Heavy beats weave with expressive synths. Új Bála’s signature fierce drum programming, snarling percussion, and twisted rhythms. Our friend from, Budapest guides us from chaos to catharsis as he finely balances tension with glee. What we have is an artist who has a great sense of humor and plenty of swagger to back it up.

As with most emotional responses, the complexities that underly those impulses are just as interesting. Much like Új Bála’s never-boring approach to making music; utilizing improvisation in high stakes, hardware electronic machine jams; Where great risk reap the greatest rewards. Gábor controls his machines like a painter guiding a brush. Allowing warts and all to show up in the unexpected nature of machine music. Like in great art and in dramatic emotional responses we leave “Hideg Sors” hopefully a little transformed after our experiences.

This journey may begin with deep and unsettling questions of a metaphysical nature, but quickly breaks free of the duress; as if Geomag were able to transcend the very walls so many of us have been confined to.

Using constraint to push out in wild directions, our explorers carve out a vast world giving us a glimpse into an extraordinary expanse, and a very intimate world of their own imagination. Through blurred memories our emotions are managed by flipping time inside out, giving way to a cathartic bliss as we descend into the unknown.

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Vapor wisps over our vision as waxy textures refract dull light onto natural membranes. We are not restricted to physicality but inside vegetation, stone, and earth itself.

The journey at its core is a metamorphosis, of self reflection and growth; a rebirth and a new order, and a fine tuned nature-oriented ambi-jazz album at that.

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In this self conscious age where delicately curated environments of aesthetic perfection set the stage for personal brands, “unique” and slick vignettes. Buildings exteriors, tattooed with logos, windows littered with product advertisements. Some motorist’s entire voting history are mapped out along bumpers like a journal. Without recalling your own lunch you know what some of your friends or family eat and drink each meal of the day. Even Chalkboards in front of cafes, double as art galleries, riddle contests, and stand-up acts.

Deepfake technology affords us access to manipulated celebrity and politician likeness, basking in the uncanny valley of our own making. Artificial intelligence serves up targeted ads, bespoke to our tastes and interest, mined from data we distribute like Hansel & Gretel’s breadcrumbs. Every surface considered and designed, all lines straight, all messages on target. Cybernetic feedback loops echoing into the chasm. In this embrace of being the product ourselves, we have reached Content Awareness.

This compilation celebrates diverse perspectives, from an international roster of artists who subvert the very medium itself.

On “Fuzziness” we are whisked away into abstracted fields of vision, casting new and strange shapes. Bleariness fades into soft focus while intricate ecologies emerge, and our journey into uncharted imaginary landscapes begin.

Kritzkom deftly navigates through various biomes of extraordinary topology. Energy flow through mycelium modular synthesis, dynamic sequencing, and rhythmic

locomotion. We glimpse bioluminescent fauna shimmering in environments that breathe. Worlds where soft melodies, textures, and crunchy beats, help guide us, as we travel through alien terrain. Compositions that are as methodical as they are playful; a place for reflection and rejoicing. “Fuzziness”, is sure to warm your head, heart, and soul.

The traveler, a women covered in tattered cloth adorned with earthen trinkets, feathered headpiece, a sword, and torch. She treks through dense forest with mountain vistas. Only seldom being seen by the few that find themselves deep in the brush.

African Ghost Valley are experts at generating larger than life atmospheres. They bring a warmth, to dark narratives, that continues reverberating long after the compositions end. Each track is filled with drive, mystery, and chock full of surprises. What we love about these guys is they give gutsy audio performances by just jumping straight into the deep end. AGV have fined tuned their craft. A vision as haunting as it is exciting.

Our campaign begins along neglected paths, barely perceptible but for a few snapped branches, an occasional track, or residue from ash. Engulfed in natural beauty that shimmers with an unnatural orange glow of light; a heavy fog rolls over the landscape.

Spectral visions break in the vapors, traces of action bubble into view before hazy plumes cast visions of a clandestine gathering inside a cave. Dark robed figures form a circle around indecipherable symbols. Torch flames flicker, drums beat; shrieks, grunts, and chants with call for the ancient wonderer. Each cult member fully entranced, gives themselves away to divinations of the traveler’s sorcery.

Harsh beams of light burn through closed lids. Awaken to a smeared memory or perhaps feverish visions? Laying on hard ground with light dusting of snow. Piecing together memories, startled at the possibility “Iberville” may not be a town, village, or even a physical space, but a borderless expanse that exists within us all. A mind eye that existed in our ancestors as well as our progeny. One thing is certain, you leave “Iberville” different than when you arrived.