“Space is a remorseless, senseless, impersonal fact” mused science fiction poet Michael Moorcock on Hawkwind’s ‘Black Corridor’. The dark, cold, infinite of space can strike terror in its awesome vacuum of meaning, its brutal void eroding significance by its mere existence. The forces of blank nihility forever lurk, a shadow threatening our narratives, delusions, and validations we chase.

The inescapable cavity has been given a soundtrack by Poland’s Spawanie Synchroniczne. An electronic duo comprised of the mysterious Bishcock and Ser has delivered a self-titled debut EP for Szczecin micro-label Syf Records that scores the strewn litter and steaming sewers of an enveloping atrium of reverberating indifference.

Spawanie Synchroniczne exists in a sonic expanse of echoing interruptions and cavernous ruptures. Listless drum loops, sodden synth stabs and mournful sax washes all percolate like thin rain on the languid tape opener ‘Brud na Dzielni’ (Polish for ‘Dirt in the District’), pulling you into an introspective submersion with its lo-fi dub. The ambient fog that pervades the EP takes on amorphous shapes along its hazy shuffle, the delicate beats rippling against murky vocal samples like a half-recollected memory on ‘Michal Szkot’, or the teasing light of ‘To by się Zgadzało’, daring to break through the sluggish smog with fluttering bouts of free jazz.

As the final track ‘Specjalność Zakładu’ creeps in mirroring ‘Brud na Dzielni”s corroded bass and squalid psychedelia, the tape appears to ebb away exactly as it wandered in; without fanfare, puissance, or intent. “It does not offer truth and neither does it lie” contemplated Moorcock on space’s meaningless vacuity, and neither does Spawanie Synchroniczne. It just is.