https://fingersinthenoise.bandcamp.com/album/echo-of-shadows

Fingers in the Noise - Echo Of Shadows (2025 EP)

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This album is a sonic time capsule, a journey through a decade of buried creation. Comprising 30 previously unreleased tracks produced between 2010 and 2020, it brings together pieces that, despite their long silence, have always pulsed quietly in the shadows.

From hazy dubtechno to deep ambient, stretched-out drones, glitchy textures, and abstract experimentation, these compositions tell a parallel story — one of music that might never have seen the light of day, but deserved to be heard.

This album is dedicated to those who’ve been with me since the beginning, to the curious, and the dreamers. It’s a gesture of remembrance, a refusal to let these sounds be forgotten. Thank you for being part of the journey.

Album 2010/2020 - 30 Unreleased Tracks

The landscapes of Orlan 19 resembled the dream of a mad cartographer: cliffs were floating above the surface, horizons were bending and vanishing into infinity, and energy vortices were flaring up beneath their feet in psychedelic patterns. The familiar laws of physics didn’t apply here — gravity shifted chaotically, and time flew with unpredictable intensity. As Spacelunch, absorbed in thought, stroked the ground which distorted like a mirage under his touch, Cat’s grumbling echoed simultaneously from the past and future:

— Doc, don’t you think we’re just walking in circles?
— No wonder. That’s how inverse modelling works. Every action we take reshapes the surrounding space.
— Can you explain it in simpler terms? There’s only one genius here.
— Ever heard of the Philadelphia Experiment?
— Of course! You know how much I love sushi rolls!
— Well, I set myself up for this predicament… Back in my university days, we experimented with magnetic fields trying to program them by thought. You get where I’m going, don’t you? The planet is reacting to our intentions. So, focus on visualizing the portal.

The confusion on Cat’s face gave way to a mask of detachment. Clusters of matter began to tremble pulling the threads of reality to their breaking point before finally forming a vortex. Having devoured as much as it could, the vortex snapped shut with a loud pop and dissolved in a blinding flash.

As the scene began to take shape, silhouettes emerged under the soft glow of a desk lamp, evoking an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. A worn desk and a small bed stood by the wall adorned with faded photographs, while the floor let out a gentle creak underfoot. The clearer the interior came to be, the more paralyzing the realization, and the more elusive the explanation for what had happened became.

— Holy…! Cat, are we looking at the same thing?
— Yeah, but… This can’t be real.

Spacelunch slowly approached the window and froze still. A single thought raced through his mind: “The only force strong enough to pull me this far… was love.” 

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