The Limbrator Manifesto
Fragment IV: Gunk Signal (The Sludge Broadcast)

Out from a cracked comm tower
coated in moss, oil, and sorrow,
emerges the Gunk Signal.

No one’s listening.
No one’s left.

Yet it throbs —
a low, wet frequency
rising through mud and ruin
like a forgotten funk hymn sung by the swamp.

Gunk Signal was never a being.
It was a leak,
a patch of rhythm that mutated into intention.
Its voice is warped by slime,
but its message is clear:

“The beat is not dead.
It just smells bad.”

Sludge bubbles to syncopation.
Ruined cables twitch.
Even junk creatures start to nod.

It is the summoning pulse,
the sacred broadcast for those
who forgot they could move.

gunk signal

I am Artur Tokhtash, a composer and sound artist.
My music unfolds at the intersection of classical tradition and sonic art: preludes, improvisations, and electroacoustic structures are not genres, but forms of memory and breath.

For me, sound is ritual. Each piece is not merely a composition but a trace of presence, an echo of vanished spaces, a light from places that may no longer exist.
The piano, in my preludes, becomes a vessel — an instrument that carries not only melody but also the silence between notes.

My works do not function as background. They are spaces for listening, inviting the listener into a state where music becomes both signal and transformation.