"90 minute heck-peddling and soul-slapping session by TTT ringleader/legend Will Bankhead - expect everything from Prince to grindcore, deep soul cuts, outré percussive rituals, psyched techno abstraction x snotty hardcore punk served in a dervish.
The 6th in an ongoing What We series frames Bankhead’s infamously unfathomable tastes at their rudest and most contrarian for extended bait ’n switch madness. It’s the hardest we’ve heard him go behind the barbed lines of grindcore & hXc, but also with heavy doses of smoked-out blues soul and iridescent greyscale techno wormholes..." – Boomkat
Makes me feel like im running backwards in the most fluid form possible. Highly suggest blasting this on a good sound system with an incense lit. 106lil
Whether dealing in atmospheric breakbeats or left-field footwork, this reliable Danish production duo never misses a beat. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2026
Inspired by music, trap, g-funk, and hitmakers like the Neptunes, the Indigenous Australian rapper brings the heat on his debut solo EP. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2026
A finely woven, featherlight tapestry of Japanese and Andean folk styles, boosted by immersive production and indie-pop flair. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2026
Lewis Carroll and Alice wake up inside a pitch-black, silent machine. As they explore their way out, their footfalls ping an Aladdin's cave of JS Bach, Debussy, Pink Floyd Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun, Hendrix 1983... (A Merman I Should Turn to Be), Percussive Indian Ragas, Brian Eno, King Crimson In the Wake of Poseidon, Edgar Froese Epsilon In Malaysian Pale ... until LC & Alice escape (past a dripping pool of oil) at the metal threshold of their vast, seized machine. :) fadeup
“Do you still dream in water?” she asks.
He nods—“only when it rains inside.”
Their words drift, slow like signal loss,, soft clicks between heartbeats.
A drone hums overhead,
its shadow stroking their faces.
“Are we free now?” she whispers.
He laughs, small, broken. “We’re just less afraid.”
They share one headphone,
listening to the city’s pulse—
loops of breath,
echoes of what could’ve been
“Hold me,” she says.
“I am,” he answers,
“in the static.” magoski