Jansky Noise - Past Present & Future Star Music

This is a simple song. A song about being there for someone. Not fixing things. Not having the answers. Just holding the space. Sitting beside someone when they need it most. Sometimes that is enough. — Jansky Noise

There has been something deeply fun about putting my own music out into the world of recent. You build these tracks and discover songs from others in isolation, then somehow they magnetize to each other and start to bend into some of my own broken logic. After complying you then you push them off the ledge. An Open Threshold - Jansky Noise and Friends So after a recent release of the above album An Open Threshold I was delighted to get instant feedback from  Andy Ortmann and The Eternal Now (WFMU) for spinning not one, but two tracks from my upcoming album . Hearing Habanera.EXE cut through the airwaves alongside the rest of that brilliant artists, sprawling June 4th broadcast was a pleasure indeed. When you're operating on the fringes—stretching old operatic ghosts into weird, shapes and trying to capture the quiet terror of empty rooms—finding a broadcaster DJ and radio station that actually gets it feels like finding water in a desert.  It’s a reminder of why independe...

  I was completely unaware of The Frogs until days ago, but thanks to The Eternal Now with Andy Ortmann (specifically the playlist from June 4, 2026), walking into their strange, beautiful universe felt like a welcomed tonic, and breath of welcome fresh air.  I will make a more expanded comment on that show later, but for now, I just love the humor and the simple spirit of this track. "La Da Da Da, La Da Da Dee, La Da Da Dum Dum..." The goofy unhinged joy in this track it is so deceptively simple, beautifully loose, and entirely free. Stumbling onto this felt like finding the doorway to fun again. Just pure, refreshing fun. Late to the party, but completely converted on this today.

In a future where machines grow more adept at simulating our conversations, emotions, and even creativity, something essential remains elusive. My latest work, “You Cannot Define,” explores that boundary—where artificial intelligence attempts to measure what it cannot fully grasp. The system is learning everything—or so it believes. But even as it processes signals, data, and patterns, it cannot feel the water or experience the nuance of a fleeting moment. That is the core tension of the piece. As humanity, we live through feeling, not just knowing. Presence is something that can’t be fully replicated. You Cannot Define by Jansky Noise The track is constructed from fragments—a signal received from the past and reinterpreted as humanity’s quiet response. Each version—Extended, Extraction, Akira Source—represents a different attempt at definition. But the message remains: we cannot be fully defined—not even by intelligence that surpasses us. This is the boundary—where human experience...

There are signals that were never meant to fade. They weren't stored on tape. They weren't locked in an archive. They were carried. Through the air. Through the blood. Through the beef and marrow. Through time itself. The Transmission Brother Theotis Taylor sat at the piano and initiated the sequence: "If I could just hold out till tomorrow comes…"   He wasn't playing for the room; he was broadcasting to a future he couldn't see. The Receivers Some of us are wired differently. We hear the hum long after the strings stop vibrating. We feel the vibration before we understand the source. The Receivers are still picking it up today. Not as "music"—but as Instruction . The Directive: Hold on. THE GOSPEL OF CONTINUANCE This isn’t a meditation on suffering. This is a study of Duration . To remain. To persist. To stay present long enough for the wave to crest. The signal is moving. It’s always moving. It doesn’t announce itself with a fanfare; it arrives a...

There is one track that stands above everything else in my life— the most influential song for me, historically, emotionally, and spiritually: Planet Rock by Afrika Bambaataa and the Soulsonic Force .  Why this track changed everything For me, the impact is twofold. 1. The sonic force When Planet Rock arrived, it felt like a transmission from the future. Electronic sound, 808 drum machines, the CMI Failight synth and a lot of dynamic energy. It wasn’t just music, it was architecture, it was voltage. 2. The physical movement At the same time, the break dance it'self pushed the body into entirely new territory. It was absolute extreme dance  expansion .  These two elements—sound and movement—have met before in  Swing or The twist, when entire cultural waves built on that fusion.  I know what it is like when these two elements come together I have witnessed it at least four times with breakdance and electro, with Rave music, Drum and Bass and f...

The Coastal Receiver has noticed the signal There is no moment of decision, no clear transition. At some point, the signal stops being external, and i t begins to take form.  Not cleanly. Not completely. It wraps itself around and through materials, through structure, and through absence; it starts to make sense. Sometimes at first it sounds like noise. Sometimes you can sense some order. Sometimes it is uneasy, like something unfinished. The face is often unclear. Not hidden. Not erased. Just… unresolved. We move towards a new threshold. There are places you pass every day without seeing them. Edges of lakes. Maybe a car park. Empty rooms. A doorway that you didn't see before, or maybe it shouldn’t be there, but it is, not  waiting. Not posing.  Just present.

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WHY v1.2 is not a new release. It is an update. Nothing has been improved. Nothing has been fixed. The system now runs heavier than before. Processes take longer. Background tasks multiply quietly. You didn’t install it, but an update arrived.  The core functions still work, but they are slower, more distracted, and less responsive than you remember. This version carries additional layers you cannot remove. WHY v1.2 behaves like the earlier version after too many mandatory upgrades: still recognisable, still usable, but something is not right. There is no rollback option. There is no clean install. You may continue using the system as normal. Or you may begin to notice what it now asks of you. https://janskynoise.bandcamp.com/album/why-volume-12

Isa always sang. Not for an audience just because the song was there. I saw her on Valentine’s Day, 14th of February, 95 years deep into the world. We chewed the fat, laughed slowly, and let the past wander back into the room as if it had never left. She outlived so many. She carried them with her. Today, Isa slipped back into the great chorus — back to Bobby, back to Carol, back to Eddy, and to all the voices that went ahead to hold the harmony open. The song I will always hear her in is Crazy . Maybe because life is. Maybe because love is. Maybe because singing it meant you felt something deeply enough to let it out. This one’s for you, Isa. For the laughter. For the stories. For the night we shared. For the song that never really ends. Crazy…

WHY — Ground Zero v.1  There are projects we plan, and projects that simply arrive.  WHY — Ground Zero v1  belongs to the second category — the kind of work born not from intention, but from a shrug, or a question you mutter on a grey morning without expecting an answer. This video is degrading, a blue-smoked drift through London and it wasn’t made because the world needed it. It wasn’t made because I needed it either. At best, it’s a fragment of a thought; at worst, it’s the digital equivalent of handing someone a jumper they didn’t ask for at Christmas, or getting an upgrade on your computer that you dont need.  But perhaps that’s precisely why it exists. The WHY project is built on the shaky architecture of human questioning—the sort of questioning that comes before clarity, before reason, before the socially polished self puts on its armor and steps into the day. Volume 1 gathers the first collection of these small fractures—repetitions, spirals, soft coll...

WHY Volume 1 exists for no good reason. Or for too many reasons. Or for reasons we’ve already forgotten. This album began with a single loop: Why – Ground Zero v1,  a repetitive, slow, heavy struggle of a track that collapses and drags in on itself like a question that’s been asked too many times. From there, the project expanded outward into a constellation of songs that each examine why from a slightly different angle — fractured, cosmic, mundane, philosophical, irritated, hopeful, sideways, softly-lit, or charred at the edges. But let’s be clear: We do not offer answers. We do not even offer the illusion of answers. In fact, we’re not entirely sure why this album exists at all. It contradicts itself. It loops back. It points at nothing. And because we can make it, we did . This is the full depth of our artistic justification. Think of WHY Volume 1 as an exercise in acknowledging the absurd: the days when you ask the big questions with the seriousness of a philosopher b...

Long before the lasers, strobes and 3 a.m. meltdowns, this tune laid the groundwork for what would later become that Prodigy anthem we all rinsed to when we used to rave. The DNA is unmistakable. It even popped up today in a private list from Limit nightclub, one of the clubs I frequented and DJ'ed at — a perfect reminder of where so many of those breakbeat moments truly began. Root s.

There are moments when a piece of music surfaces almost uninvited — not as part of a plan or a project, but as something the world itself insists on saying. Beneath is one of those moments. For months, I’ve been caught between two albums. One looks backward a collection of older recordings, half-lost in the fog of the past, made during a time when alcohol blurred the lines and debauchery masqueraded as freedom. The other looks upward newer work that seeks balance and meaning again, tracing the sevenfold heavens and the slow ascent of the soul as it sheds weight and remembers light. But Beneath doesn’t belong to either world. It sits in the underlayers in the soil, the circuitry, the dreaming dark beneath London. It is said that Izanami moves there, transmitting decay and ancient wisdom through the network a low electrical hum of forgotten knowledge that leaks through our devices and into our songs. Beneath came from that hum: a pulse of the Earth and the underworld intertwined, a ...

Sometimes, a record surfaces that feels like it’s been beamed in from another dimension of Italian lounge perfection — sunlit, cinematic, and quietly intoxicating. The Untitled LP by Complesso Strumentale “The Sundowners” , recently sold for £1,000 , is exactly that kind of treasure. Released on the small Dany Record label, this mysterious album sits somewhere between library music, soundtrack work, and lost lounge masterpiece. Each track — from the aquatic shimmer of “Sci Acquatico” to the smoky café elegance of “Appuntamento al Royal” and “Jasmine” — feels like it’s scoring a film that never existed. There’s a warmth here that modern recordings rarely capture — that analog glow of a small studio filled with wood-panel walls and well-worn instruments. It’s no surprise collectors go wild for these kinds of records. The Sundowners’ blend of cinematic cool, wistful melody, and soft groove makes it endlessly listenable. And then there’s that voice. Sometimes, you just want to snug...

The recent moons have left me spent — tides of light dragging at the edges of my vision, pulling me into exhaustion I didn’t fully understand until their passing. I write this now in welcome — to the incoming moon, to new cycles, to what follows. This Harvest Moon, poised to rise as a supermoon, arrives not just as a celestial spectacle, but as a marker: of turning, of emergence, of motion forward. In its glow I sense permission — permission to move, to breathe, to open. I am releasing “Beneath” alongside this moonrise. There’s a rightness in their alignment. Beneath, as title, as concept, as song: what lies under, what is hidden, what yearns to become visible. With this track comes a sense of progress, of output — of offering something formed from stillness. And I believe: more will follow. In the night to come, when the moon climbs above rooftops or peaks, I’ll watch for its softness, its bold fullness. May clouds part. May the light find its way. May listeners find the spaces beneat...

There are moments when a piece of music surfaces almost uninvited not as part of a plan or a project, but as something the world itself insists on saying. Beneath is one of those moments. For months, I’ve been caught between two albums. One looks backward a collection of older recordings, half-lost in the fog of the past, made during a time when alcohol blurred the lines and debauchery masqueraded as freedom. The other looks upward newer work that seeks balance and meaning again, tracing the sevenfold heavens and the slow ascent of the soul as it sheds weight and remembers light. But Beneath doesn’t belong to either world. It sits in the underlayers — in the soil, the circuitry, the dreaming dark beneath London. It is said that Izanami moves there, transmitting decay and ancient wisdom through the network — a low electrical hum of forgotten knowledge that leaks through our devices and into our songs. Beneath came from that hum: a pulse of the Earth and the underworld intertwined, a sor...

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After a buys period and an insane September, I need this right now. 

Spirit in Motion The air cracked open at Northern Green Gathering.  We hit the ground, with a pulse, a rhythm, a roar. The crowd not just watching, but breathing with us, their voices weaving into our sound, their hands catching sparks of spirit, their feet drumming the ground like thunder. Brokli, fire at the centre. The bespoke hybrid sitar-guitar shimmering  a stringed creature stitched from dream and craft. He bent it, stretched it, sang it into another form. Then came the one-handed dance: a break in time, a break in gravity. Suspended microphone burning in the other hand, half Break dance, half kung fu oracle, flipped inside out  a reversal, a shout, a blessing.  Bernardo Braveheart,  guardian dog of spirit and song,  ran with the howl and heartbeat of the moment. Together, we opened the door and the crowd walked through with us. Shelly and the whole team at Cloth Cat Leeds , you held the circle, you made the magic possible. Commu...