Lighthouse bells call out to still dark matter seas while morose gusts brush over the empty shores. Low end silhouettes emerge in the nebulaic fog, and from its shrouded decks weapons clang and ghostly heartbeats proceed. A sighing organ bowsprit pipe stabs through the shroud backed by high toms. It’s massive size takes forever to emerge fully, and once it does their ghostly cries from torn dimensions wail clearly. A marine horn sirens above submerged strings as distant stars glitter. In the face of this untold new reality, the narrative wavers in its aura until it picks up where it left off in a reversed plot. This unmastered tale was penned by Gamora, a new artist discovered at the end of a Soundcloud wormhole of New York artists mainly concerned with brostep and moombahton from an electro house perspective. (Image by Jonathan Paul.)

Tomorrow night, Bushwick will go global at the always interesting 319 Scholes loft space, thanks to REFUGEnyc and RoyalPink. Poirier will be headlining alongside Bassanovva, Liondub, and Small Change. Also on the list is DJ Rekha, who blessed us with this mixtape to support the party. It’s nice to see the Desi sound featured at a global club party, because it’s a bit underrepresented. “It is its own scene, but the music deserves a wider dance music audience,” she says. “In general, DJs and audiences would be better served by some genre blurring.” Tomorrow Rekha will rinse a similar blend of traditional bhangra sounds with contemporary club music as the mix below – all depending on the crowd, of course. And if you for some reason miss this party, you can always catch her alongside Eddie Stats at the weekly Basement Bhangra parties at SOB’s, as Wyclef reminds us at the end of the mix. Tracklist after the jump. (Photo by Qasim Naeem.)

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Sci-fi dub poetry. Wasps of lofty synths. Rhythmic node transmissions from the underground. Scrambled communiqués of Acconci, rebel leader. A gravely voice disoriented. An identity confused. An attempt to rebuild. Evolved N-Ron corruption. (Photo by Cyrill Kuznetsov.)

Apparently Dubbel Dutch wasn’t hanging on to this one as deejay currency, using it to barter for other unreleased goodies. No, it seems the label that wanted it slept. For a year. Rather than allowing it to gather undeserved dust, the Dutch Master gave it to Fader for freeload. We featured it on our Fullstep mixtape last April. The syncopated stomp, drum rolls, and double time flanges set the pace for roiling bass bubbles, poppy toms, cyborg horns, and, of course, the Pied Piping guaranteed to gather the children. (Art by Jonathan Calugi.)

In the spirit of victory, cyberpunks bounce after battle: The Old Money clique is nicer. Uplifting keys are banged out on pianos made of wires and chipboards, lazers built in the 80s are fired in the air, and vintage drum pads are pounded in the streets. But not on Attorney St., as that battle against gentrification was lost when the group retreated from their shop in the face of more bougie wares. Their neighbors in the Lower East Side were left behind, while their attention was turned to their blog in the meantime. For that story, check “L.E.S.” (Photo by Anthony Barboza via Attorney St.)

Warning bells toll on fuzzy television stations, morse coders perform frantic interpretive tap dances, and swarming clouds of skittery percussion portend coming danger to a community saturated in it. The ringing glass of final meals, distant screeching of digital wildlife and earthen basslines count down the final moments, ticking along until the clock strikes doom. Badawi harvested this doom in The Agriculture of Brooklyn. Cop it. (Image by Luis Beltrán)