The Infinite Pulse
Melodic house, eternal. A 64-bar arrangement — intro, build, drop, breakdown, lift — repeats as form but never as detail. Every hat, pluck, and fill is a hash of (bar, step).
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Perpetual compositions are pure functions of UTC time — the note you hear right now is the same note every listener on Earth hears in this moment. No recording. No randomness. No start button. Just tune in.
Stations open in a new window · 24 on the dial
Perpetual compositions
Tune in to any station and you join a single performance already in progress. Grouped by feel below.
House & Techno
Four-on-the-floor stations — pockets, builds, drops, dub-outs.
Melodic house, eternal. A 64-bar arrangement — intro, build, drop, breakdown, lift — repeats as form but never as detail. Every hat, pluck, and fill is a hash of (bar, step).
Progressive-house anthem station. A 64-bar macro-arc — intro · build · riser · drop · breakdown · lift. Supersaw bloom rises into the euphoric drop; sidechain pumps the light.
Tech-house at its most minimal — no sustained pads, just plucky filter-env bass, tight kick, synth congas, ring-mod clave, and an FM vocal-chop blip on a ping delay. One element at a time.
Bass & Festival
Big-room and broken-beat — trance climbs, festival drops, jungle chops, hardcore kicks.
The fastest circle on the dial — the key climbs every 12 hours. A Shepard-tone arpeggio ascends forever without ever getting higher. Rocket viewpoint, Scriabin-colored starfield.
Future-bass festival station. Supersaw swell bent up a semitone into every drop, formant-synthesized vocal hook, chord-rotating drops. Chordal-melodic — no growls, no wobble.
The break is synthesized; the edit is infinite. A small kit is baked into one seeded buffer, then a UTC-seeded edit sequencer slices, reverses, and stutters it — never the same bar twice.
Downtempo & Atmosphere
Slower stations — trip-hop, vaporwave, drone, the long road at night.
An endless generative loop with a living visual. Roll the window down, let the road do the rest.
Downtempo trip-hop. A dusty beat sits under a slow morphing wavetable pad whose table-position is a UTC LFO trajectory. Foggy dusk city, rain-streaked window, slow drift.
Abandoned-mall vaporwave. A 36-minute dissolve arc detunes pitched-down chords ever flatter and lengthens the gated reverb tail. The synthesized tape wow you hear is the wow you see.
Ambient & Cinematic
Beatless and breath-paced — pads, arpeggios, and the void scoring itself.
A single eternal composition drifting through the twelve stations of the circle of fifths, one per day. CS-80 pads, generated-IR reverbs, species voice-leading.
Endless shimmering arpeggios over warm swelling pads, crystalline bells answering from the distance. A bright, hopeful perpetual-motion meditation in the Ray Lynch lineage.
A vast cinematic void that never stops scoring itself. Hushed strings rise, horns bloom, a thunderous BRAAM lands like fate, choir voices ring in the aftermath — then again, forever, in a new key.
Acoustic & World
Hands, strings, and rooms — drum circles, log-drums, nylon guitar, brushed snare.
A warm communal circle of drummers — congas, djembe, tabla, shaker, bell. Every voice is a physical-modeled membrane. Drummers enter one at a time, interlock at coprime steps, never relock.
The groove is predictable; the log-drum is infinite. A pitched-sine log-drum bassline walks the day's minor pentatonic, surrounded by swung shakers, rim clicks, FM Rhodes, and a formant vocal chant.
A latin café that never closes. Karplus-Strong nylon guitar, FM Rhodes whispers, shaker, rim, and a rounded bossa bass braid through a 64-bar arc of ii–V loops. No two afternoons identical.
Experimental & Retro
Chips, glitches, broken meters — the edges of the dial.
8-bit station of the dial. Three pulse channels, a triangle bass, and an LFSR noise channel — never more than four voices, just like the NES APU. Verse and chorus repeat as form, never as detail.
Brokenness is the identity. Meter cycles 7/8 · 4/4 · 5/4 · 4/4 — a glitch gate chops the bus, a granular cloud shreds a synthesized saw into 20–80ms grains, FM clangs and bitcrushed blips fill the world.
A tribute to Chicago industrial legend Howie Beno (1967–2020) — producer/programmer behind DRAG and 13 Mg. Aggression, programmed precision, and a triumphant chorus that lifts. Two cross-fading scenes: an empty mic stand under volumetric beams, and a rainy skyline lit by searchlights. Original perpetual work in his spirit — never a clone of his recordings.
Playable pieces
Self-contained little works — études, music boxes, jingles. Press play, enjoy, move on.
A short browser-native piano étude — synthesized live in code, no samples. A first sketch in the classical voice.
A tiny browser music box — physical-modeled tines, a rotating cylinder, the kind of melody you remember without knowing why.
A two-minute station identification piece, synthesized live. A small token for the early-friends radio.
For your piano · Subscriber preview
Companion pieces for classical players and anyone with a real instrument in the room — acoustic pianos, Yamaha Clavinovas and Disklaviers, Roland and Kawai digitals, hybrid uprights, harpsichords, chamber organs. Play these alongside your instrument as a living accompanist, a slow-modulating drone, or a perpetual study partner. We'll soon let subscribers route compatible pieces straight to MIDI-equipped instruments so your own piano performs them in the room.
More pieces in this collection coming — Für Elise, Pachelbel's Canon, Clair de Lune, Chopin nocturnes, in the same perpetual form.
A perpetual nocturne after Beethoven's Op. 27 No. 2 — the famous triplet figuration drifts through modulations that never quite resolve. Built to sit alongside a real piano: let it wash through the room while you play over the top, or use it as a living accompaniment.
A perpetual reverie after Satie's Gymnopédie No. 1 — the bass-and-two-soft-chords pattern breathes forever, with a floating right-hand line that never quite resolves. Proto-ambient before ambient existed; pair it with a real piano as a warm meadow-sky accompaniment.
How these sounds work
Every piece you hear above is built from techniques like these — pure Web Audio, no samples. Tap one and the cosmos breathes with it.