The Return to the Chamber| Friday, August 1 | New Guernica

After their first great summoning, the four househeads of Naarm vanished into the winter winds — not in silence, but in search of the perfect beat.

Jnett, attuned to the pulse beneath the earth, wandered through the city’s twilight — collecting forgotten vibrations and lost frequencies, sounds capable of shifting time and space with a single drop.

Zepherin Saint travelled by starlight, offering sonic rituals to distant tribes. His message moved through drum and spirit, deep and healing lifting hearts wherever it landed.

Arlen Da Silva, fierce and untethered, crossed oceans of rhythm, diving deep into basslines and rising through euphoric highs. Each set, a weapon forged. Each night, a dance floor conquered.

Chris NG, the timebender, disappeared into the hidden archives — ancient crates and long-locked libraries of sound. He returned with grooves that awaken memory, and stories encoded in wax, loud enough to stir the sleeping past.

Seasons shifted. Winter held the city in its hush.
But music, like myth, never fades; it waits, watching.

Now, as August’s first fire flickers to life, they return.
To the sacred chamber of New Guernica, where wood meets wire and echoes become spellwork.

This is no ordinary night.
They come not just to play, but to conjure, a rite of rhythm, a communion of the faithful.

One night.
Four selectors.
Another rare convergence.
Another dancefloor to be claimed.

The story continues…