MI: Desert / Ascent

Soundcraft: field recording noise floor, negative space, soft pads, wide stereo air, slow attacks, gradual lift.

Baja at night is almost empty. You can feel the darkness in the sound. Crickets, air, distance. A peace that is not sentimental, just vast.

Purelink, “Pinned” enters like a careful ignition. Sparse and tender, but disciplined. It lifts without forcing. The air thins slowly, and attention follows.

MII: Satellites / Solar-System Drift

Soundcraft: shimmering upper harmonics, faint mechanical timbres, long reverb tails, steady propulsion grid, expanding stereo image.

Tetsu Inoue, “Health Loop” is the satellite layer. Ethereal, powered, quietly technological. It reads like infrastructure above the planet.

Martin Nonstatic, “Intro” is the handoff from system to space. Less vertical, more orbital. Motion replaces lift.

Shoal, “Between Thoughts” opens the solar system as beauty. Awe without drama. A fast sense of travel that stays spacious.

MIII: Approach to 3I/ATLAS

Soundcraft: alarm motifs embedded in forward motion, tension layering, tightening dynamics, anticipatory pressure.

Nueen, “Potentia Gaudendi” pierces the drift with alarm-bell language. The solar-system momentum is still moving, but now urgency rides inside it. Approach begins before the mind can name it.

MIV: 3I/ATLAS Encounter

Soundcraft: rotational percussion, drum-roll transients, meter play, high-density layering, granular crackle, pause and recapture.

Kouslin, “Five Four” is the 3I/ATLAS orbit. Spin, release, spin again. Ten-minutes of pure madness. The rhythm changes wildly just enough to keep your balance from settling. It feels like being pulled into a field that does not care about life, just pure intense energy.

Midway, I bring in the masters of experimental electronic texture to add heat and ambiguity.

Mika Vainio, Ryoji Ikeda, Alva Noto, “Movement 4 (Live)” adds electrical severity, a controlled crackle.

Ø + Noto, “Untitled” adds brittle microtextures that can read almost organic in the pauses, hints you do not fully register until the orbit breaks.

MV: Bardo

Soundcraft: slowed tempo, suspended harmonics, spectral voices, low-frequency afterimage, softened transients, spacious decay.

After the encounter, the set does not resolve. It decomposes. Residues remain, then the pace drops into a haunting corridor.

Seventh Wave, “Premonition” feels like exiting a psychedelic journey. You hear fragments, faint voices, hints of “wake up,” not as message, as atmosphere.

Trans-4M, “Arrival” continues that corridor, short and ghosted, a bridge back toward the human.

Then the tether becomes personal.

Suiren, “Hey mom.” Relief.

Senmaru, “Bodies which are not ours.” Recognition.

Vivaldi, “La primavera” arrives for only seconds, but it is enough. Home-code. Family memory. Continuity.

MVI: Return Orbit / Descent

Soundcraft: circular groove, long-arc phrasing, reprise motifs, voice markers, atmospheric layers reintroduced through a controlled ambient filter.

Efdemin, “Some Kind Of Up And Down Yes (Asusu Remix)” sends you back into orbital motion, but now through exhaustion and surrender. Long circles. Beautiful, drained.

Tetsu Inoue, “Health Loop” returns as a satellite reprise. The map reappears.

A voice announces, “Here comes the Earth.” You feel the descent start. Brass and distant terrestrial textures enter. Marketplaces, trains, life, threaded lightly through the ambient power.

ありがとうございました closes the descent like a bow.

MVII: Bliss / Ocean Air / Return to Field

Soundcraft: tonal warmth, cinematic harmonics, gentle dynamic lift, vocal as instrument, ocean and field recordings as breath.

Snorri Hallgrímsson, “Bliss” is the first clean breath after intensity. Cinematic, nostalgic. Ocean sound enters and the air feels fresh again.

Ólafur Arnalds with Josin, “The Bottom Line” closes with a voice that feels intimate and insistent. Come on. Come on. It’s all or nothing. I want to wake up. Tender and deep, like the nervous system choosing presence.

And then, the desert again. Crickets. Spaciousness. The same minimal field from the opening, now carrying everything the arc moved through.