ACID LAB
The machine the lab is named for: a TB-303 bass sequencer with 909 drums. Program steps, ride the squelch, record live, chain snapshots into a song, or let TRIP mode drive.
PLAY →eel²
The 303 you play with your fingers - each one its own sliding voice. Wiggle for vibrato, hold FREEZE to loop your echo, hijaz and blues scales.
grab it →MuRaw
Draw threads of light and they loop as music. No grid, no rules, nothing you draw sounds wrong.
draw →CELLS
Conway's Game of Life on a beat grid. Paint a colony, press play, and let it compose until it dies.
GROW →ORBIT
Hang planets around a sun. Every pass through the beam is a note; the sky is a polyrhythm.
LAUNCH →RAVE
An endless generative acid station. Three faders: ENERGY, SQUELCH, CHAOS. Never the same night twice.
OPEN THE NIGHT →RIDGE
Draw a mountain range and the bass rides it, gliding along every peak and valley you sculpt.
SCULPT →rain
Stretch brass surfaces across the sky and let the weather play them. Gravity is the sequencer.
open the sky →swing
Twelve pendulums you can grab, throw and blow wind through. They drift apart and find each other again.
let go →swarm
A bioluminescent flock that chirps crossing the light. Feed it, steer it with currents, scare it.
call the flock →tide
Breathe with the circle - or let it follow your real breath through the mic. Ends with a closing bell.
breathe →om
One deep tone, held. Slow overtones wander above it, and a binaural beat pulses between your ears.
hold →oud
A fretless oud with real maqamat - true quarter tones, doubled shimmering courses, sliding runs and tremolo.
pluck → wipmandala
Draw one stroke and it blooms into every petal of a turning wheel that plays your gesture as a round.
bloom → wippond
Toss pebbles into dark water. Small stones plip high, heavy ones bloom deep, crossing ripples harmonise.
toss one → wipchoir
Place singers on a dark stage. Each hums one tone, vowels slowly turning. Human warmth, no words.
gather them → wipdrift
A nightstand, not an instrument. Ocean, rain, wind, crickets, a drone and distant bowls, on faders, with a sleep timer.
mix the night → wipsand
A zen garden that whispers as you rake it. The stones chime; the wind takes it all back.
rake → wipfire
A campfire that needs you. Toss logs, blow on the embers, and let the crackle keep you company.
tend it → wiplanterns
Release lanterns into the night. Each hums a note as it rises, and the ones that make it become stars.
let one go →