Reckon we try another roll of the dyes with this here formula. The following is a semi-regular compendium of sturgeonary news - including show dates, personal findings, interrupting cows, and all the random in-betweens that percolate interest - splinters, smudges, and things that go boing.
Don't forget to click on the pics (hint hint).

As of this writing it's January, 2o26.

And as we have mentioned below, our shops are open. As a tribute to this, we like to highlight our tools - not only accessories in the corporeal sense, but how they can often inform the weighty choices we need to make throughout the course of our work day.



Wending and whirling our way back west, the following accounts mark our making, raking, raki, and veritable chalky expressions that have become habit formula, de rigueur, etc. First, a few films. In one, we mention that we are open to peddling our clicks and the hammers that form them; and that our shops will likely revel in further details, pending one's appropriate measures in link maneuvering. Two is a number that owes debt to our friend Varuna, who showed us a 9 volt module that went chirp chirp chirp, right around this same time last year. Diggit.





Uh huh, welcome to the Golden State.



El Neut follows suit. We attempted to dial in more satellite feeds using lo-bit integrated circuits with freshly smeared avocado fingers doing the tiny metal sign. While the cat could care less, click the Behringer to hear what was intercepted on our headphones.



A handful of short films.
The first one features the morning ice glyphs, followed by a double-loo intervention, courtesy of RFTS.
The third video is a return to the glorious softPop, used as a ring mod via piezo contraptions thru our TK External looper. Rest assured, our fingers aren't that craggy.







With extra zest aqui.




Here's little number we did. Visuals by J.




A long time in the works...
Collaborative call & response video with Daniel Palmberg, 2o23-2o24.



Who? What?





We've also been puttering on the K2, aka, Que T¨², by using it solely as a voice processor. There's something about this tactic that has endeared us, ever since we shouted into our first coffee can-slinkie-contraption back in the early days, amplified our cheeks with a pair of cheap earbuds, or discovered we could sing garbled nonsense into a modular rig with a homemade mic and control voltage. For us, that raspy unintelligible esophageal just adds a particular spice - an extra crude oil to help further burn the fervor, you know? And so, let's scratch that perennial itch.
Click the pic for further grins, go on...



Similarily, one can ponder the following pirate transmission involving hydration practices and peer reviews.



Operating within the same theme and unequivocally ambiguous, this thing actually worked.



Not to be left out of the equation, our friend Micha emailed us a 6 second excerpt of some livingroom huff and puff and stuff we did last year. Needless to say, his pesky cassette player had decided to make a meal out of the tape, ergo the tiny slice. Undeterred, we fed the remnants into our DAW which produced this exquisite corpse.

Crank Sturgeon ¡¤ waving to Bart


GX has been sending along some recent epsiodes, featuring not only some of our doings but also a certain so-and-so, alone again...
... in the Maine woods.







Aaaaand... we recently discovered this cool app. Moon Echo is a collab with Audio Thing and the venerable Hainbach. No-input satellite noise? Why the heck not.





Apparently we made one of those year end lists, too.
Thank you, Thurston Moore, for catching our ditty, Bun Journal, released on RFTS. Still no idea how he obtained a copy of this.



December, circa 2o25.
We are just-just getting back from the strange aways that spanned our autumn and are in that process of regrouping. In the meantime, we recently intercepted this one and will be working on its spry defiance in the coming months. The pictogram dates back to 'o7, from a cassette release with PCRV called, My Two Dads.
Clicking the picture talks about the present temperature in New England, and how one plays it.



Which is another way of saying that this stuff can serve as a great distraction. Diggit.

Crank Sturgeon · R>).)w@h


Oh, and this fella, too.




Not minding the gaff nor the furtive waft.






Post cryptic.
Wanna see what we've been up to in previous years? Click here.