Mr. Cloudy

Nighttime on the western border of the vast Russian Federation finds Sergey Barkalov eager to set his mind and machines adrift. His desire to recreate the deep dub climate keeps him awake after a day of work. He answers e-mails sent from across the world to his production alias Mr. Cloudy, who appears online as a series of guileless black and white photos and metaphysical phrases: "only that music which goes from soul instead of mind." Leave it to dub techno producers to make networking pages look tranquil.