Waldmensch is my solo project—caught between the damp forest floor and a flickering club night.
Born in 1984 in Bern, raised on Walkman mixtapes, Atari trackers, and Gen-X rebellion, I now sculpt analog techno that smells like moss and breathes like machinery.
My beats rise where silence screams: after a life-altering event, I turned loss and healing into spiraling sound. The forthcoming album “Tief im Moos” (When Silence Screams) isn’t a track dump—it’s an exposed diary of sub-bass, field recordings, and raw 303 shimmer.
On stage I pilot hardware: DrumBrute, 808 clones, semi-modular rigs, plus spoken-word loops. Stylistically I sail between hard techno, psy-tek, analog schranz, and dreamy ambient breaks.
Every gig is a forest walk: first the crackle, then the pulse. If the room feels quieter afterward than before, it was loud enough.
