Timelapse & Attma - Interstellar (Snippet)

Dates:

03.05.25 - Birgit Club - Berlin
02.05.25 - Gestrandet Mitte  - Berlin

02.08.24 - Bohnengold - Berlin
14.07.24 - Birgit Club - Berlin
13.07.24 - Gestrandet Mitte - Berlin
15.06.24 - Birgit Club - Berlin
07.06.24 - Medimeisterschaften - Obermehler
30.05.24 - Mena - Berlin - Private Event

Radikon is the term for 'roots' in Esperanto, an international language that sought to bring people together. We share this vision, using art and music in lieu of language. Radikon is a group of like-minded artists that came together to release records that are more than music, each with its own individual soul and lifeblood. Producer and painter work closely together at Radikon to craft genuine, heartfelt art. The Berlin based imprint was founded in the autumn of 2018 by Jonas Saalbach and David Guzy who embarked on a journey with their close friends Arude, Baime, Dahu, Foreign Guest, Tantum and Yubik. Effortless grooves, organic synthesis, haunting melodies and the masterful subtleties of Simon Kneip's artworks drive the captivating atmospheres at Radikon.

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◉ Our story continues…

The breach settled behind them.

Not closed —

waiting.

Neon stepped forward.

The ground shimmered like metal dust suspended in air.

“It’s reacting,” she said.

“To us?”

Thorne knelt.

The particles shifted, forming thin lines —

shapes —

geometry.

A language.

Not written.

Assembled.

“These aren’t symbols,” Thorne whispered.

“They’re instructions.”

The Coranthium hovered low, humming, as though reading what neither of them could.

Dust spiraled upward.

A low-frequency pulse rippled out — deeper, heavier, like pressure rising from below.

Neon staggered.

“That sound—”

“It’s not sound,” Thorne said.

“It’s depth.”

The dust shifted again.

The shapes locked.

A cipher completed.

Then —

everything went still.

A voice formed inside the silence:

“Depth is a direction. Not below — within.”

Neon’s pulse aligned.

Something old and unseen moved beneath the surface.

“Thorne…”

“I know,” he said.

“We’re not reading it.

It’s reading us.”

The dust fractured —

not falling, not scattering —

rearranging with purpose.

One final line emerged:

“Awaken the charge.”

The Coranthium brightened.

A new pulse hit them —

clean, heavy, unignorable.

The ground trembled.

Something huge, dormant, mechanical —

turned.

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