About MARTIN below

From the mists of Scotland, MARTIN below crafts dub techno steeped in shadow and stillness — a sound born underground, where rhythm dissolves into atmosphere and memory lingers in the circuitry.

Echo chambers stretch into the distance. Magnetic fog pulses at the edges. A quiet thrum rises from beneath, steady and unresolved. This is not music built for spectacle — it’s built for depth, for immersion, for late hours and low light.

There are traces of machinery here — valves and dials, cables coiled like roots — but they don’t shout. They whisper. Steampunk isn’t decoration in this world; it’s sediment. Something left behind and half reawakened.

What you hear is slow-moving and intentional. This is music carved from delay trails and shadowy reverbs — echoing with metallic debris. Submerged textures drift through hollow atmospheres, each detail shaped with care and restraint. What remains is the resonance of something long submerged, waiting to be unearthed — and when you hear it, you’ll know you’ve arrived.