Speckle is a source of sound and experience. We have music, and events and situations that explore different paths. Sign up for our emails to get updates.
Music in the wilds and other
We run special events in woodlands, nature spaces, abandoned buildings, and regular venues. We soundtrack waking dreams, where people can lie and be hypnotised, or move with expression.
Fictions For You
We take commissions for fictional rendition, delivered direct to the daily life of your chosen recipient: friends, family, colleagues, all might enjoy the unreal scenarios if you choose. (We don’t accept orders for fictions targeting enemies, we only do gifts.)
To be a cyborg
Give a friend a gift voucher to have their first cyborg implant. This highly focused, magnetic implant promises to raise them to six senses as they experience the tugging electromagnetics whirling around our cities.
This tour takes guests to the bleeding edge of futurism, to understand a little more about how far they personally are prepared to go into the grave new world of the cyborg.
Halloween one-on-one Tour
The supernatural tour for a solo guest – send a friend to the dark side with this bespoke fictional experience. Find out more and make a booking.
Runaway Lass
She came, eerily, from the blackened night, knocking on the door in distress. A young girl, perhaps 14 years of age, disheveled, desperate, saying she was lost and needing a place to stay. She said she only needed one night, reducing her plea to a few hours in response to my palpable reluctance.
Her thick Italian accent made all the facts hard to extract, but it became clear that she was running from the family home her school exchange had placed her in.
I wanted to help, but it was all so troubling and frantic. I posed questions to hold her at bay before finally letting her small and tortured figure into the house. I led her into the living room as my housemates lurked high in the stairwell, sensing the oddity.
I now felt swamped in the very stuff of Crimewatch reconstructions, something surreal yet so immediate. Attempting to summon my inner counsellor, I began making her a cup of tea and asked her if she could say more of her struggle.
Then another rapping at the door. I jolted, now on edge, sensing another ominous turn. Her face lit up with renewed horror, quickening my concern. I moved towards the door.
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What happened that night, I’ll never quite know.
Blinded tours
Succumb: taken blindfolded, through the frontier of the sense asylum. The blind tour guide leads you through the sound waves and into tactile surroundings.