> Welcome back to Hyperstition FM. I’m your selector, and tonight we are tracing the lines where memory folds into rhythm and sound becomes a landscape.

> If you look at the new additions hitting the catalog right now, you won't find a single genre—you'll find frequencies that reshape time. We’re moving through the haunted dust of American primitive and deep-woods folklores, past the heavy, sub-bass gravity of soul pushed to its absolute limits, and straight into the concrete geometry of electronic avant-garde and avant-poetry.

> Think of this rotation as a subterranean map. From Moondog’s street-corner orchestrations to Robert Wyatt’s fragile, bruised resilience, through Pierre Henry’s mechanical rituals and the raw urgency of The Last Poets, every record here is an artifact from a timeline we are currently building.

> Close your eyes, let the sub-bass settle in your chest, and let’s get lost in the catalog. You’re tuned to Hyperstition FM.