author: Bill Ryker
total 19
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“Alright Sergeant, what are we looking at here?” The crime scene investigators were just getting started, the smell of cordite, blood, and fried electrical equipment still...
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Mujiko naka~tsu – NO ACCIDENT (2012) A soft start for this month’s dossier. Midwest Collective was at the forefront of vaporwave back before it really coalesced and dropped...
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It’s been a year since I started writing these. I still haven’t been offered a job as a licensed cyberlimb repairman, nor have I taken to operating exclusively out of...
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Exceptionalism? What a joke. I get it though, I really do. You’re just a kid and up until now you’ve had a parent or two who’s been telling you that you’re clever and talented...
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It’s hot. Too hot. Close to the skin, slick sheen of summer sweat hot. The kind of hot that demands an escape from the city, somewhere there’s a cool breeze and a drink with...
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Sometimes you want to kick back on a fishing boat, feel the cool evening breeze come off the bay, wait for a bite that never comes and listen to pirate radio while drinking a...
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>HELLO >RUN HELLO >RUN ./ >RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN Modular Reaper Imager – 1nh4l3 d34th If you’re looking for slaughterhouse industrial sounds, then Modular Reaper Imager has an...
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It’s not like you haven’t done this before, but there’s an illicit thrill about getting access to music when you’re not supposed to that just doesn’t dim with age. Your contact...
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… And for those of you just tuning in, where the hell have you been? You’re streaming live from enndee-dot-enn-yuu, rotating through no less than eighteen different sources....
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With the forthcoming release of Ghost in the Shell (2017) at the end of March, I’ve been preparing myself. I’ve rewatched the 1995 anime. I’ve listened to the soundtrack. I’ve...
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No preamble this month. You came here for the music, and there’s going to be a lot of it. Cyberpunk Community Soundtrack – Volume 6 “It’s a world where you’re judged by what...
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There’s no-one but you and the rats in the alleyway. There’s no camera watching the fire door that’s covered in the same sheen of soot as the rest of the brickwork, and more...
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There’s no ceremony when unix time clicks over to 1483228801. Welcome to 2017. Please applaud. Fortunately where a change in date and time has failed to deliver a cause for...
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It’s December, but you wouldn’t know it by the light of the screen. Instead you’re indoors with a UV lamp and a dying monitor trying to coax out the words on your screen:...
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The witching hour is behind us. Halloween is over. The tide of scary clowns with rubber masks over robot faces has receded from our shores and as we pick through the wreckage a...
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On the back of last month’s Cyberpunk Music Dossier here’s this month’s Cyberpunk Music Dossier. Assembled from hastily-plastered flyers found on digital billboards across the...
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You wade ashore, half-drenched and foggy from the effects of space travel. In the sea behind you, thousands of empty pods just like the one you crashed in on bob silently,...
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Vagrants cluster around an oil drum fire with their backs to the cold night of the city. Environmental sensors that ought to sniff out smoke and flame dangle above, the...
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Pour yourself a soycafe from the jug in the breakroom, detective, and do it quick. The lieutenant’s looking for you, and the rumour is that it’s bad news. Police Heartbreaker...