There is a specific kind of silence found only in the back of a discarded television set. It is a hum that remembers being a roar. This is the frequency where JUNKWAVE resides.
Emerging from the humid, salt-crusted peripheries of a coastal town that the map-makers forgot in 1994, JUNKWAVE (born in the static, raised by the tide) creates "feral ambient" music. Their sound is a collection of obsessions and leftovers: the warble of a heat-warped cassette tape, the rhythmic thrum of a failing lighthouse, and the ghostly echoes of dial-up modems calling out to a digital heaven that never answered.
The Aesthetic of the Obsolete
JUNKWAVE’s process is less about composition and more about archaeology. They utilize:
Decaying Hardware: Circuits salvaged from flooded basements.
Found Sound: Field recordings of empty shopping malls at 3:00 AM.
Vaporous Memory: Melodies that feel like a childhood birthday party you weren't actually invited to.
The music doesn't progress so much as it erodes. To listen to a JUNKWAVE track is to watch a polaroid slowly turn white in the sun. It is a funeral for the "future" we were promised in glossy 80s magazines—a future that turned out to be nothing more than a pile of shimmering, plastic debris. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.