Like any good baker, I used the language of sweetness and season to reassure familiar desires—to feel safe, to feel nourished ...

THE GUITAR LINE UNFURLS with a kinetic, pulsing energy. Soft moans hover over the riff, both spooky and sensual. Then the synth slides in, drums steady the beat, and the song swells with the promise ...

"Now that you know something of the siku’s sound, I invite you to consider its absence." ...

RAINFORESTS ARE NOISY PLACES. As the day shift wakes and the patter of rain fades, droning cicadas compete against birds and their cacophonous chorus. The totality of this ephemeral sound energy is ...

I COULD LIVE INSIDE the dedication page forever. Before the who’s-who “Acknowledgements” at the beginning of Greg Tate’s era-defining 1992 essay collection, Flyboy in the Buttermilk, and, likewise, ...

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Our autumn 2025 issue continues Orion’s longstanding tradition of exploring environments of all kinds, be they built, natural, social, or otherwise. In these pages, we turn our ears to the sonic ...