If you open yShin’s patch in Pure Data, what you see first is not sound but topology — a nervous system of logic gates and feedback paths, pulsing like a diagram of thought itself. Each cable is a conditional, each calculation a negotiation between signal and entropy. It’s sound design by way of cartography: mapping not territory but turbulence.

Working between Taipei and the algorithmic undergrounds of the algorave scene, yShin treats code as a medium of instability. His patches are not meant to behave; they breathe, they glitch, they refuse coherence. In the lineage of DIY electroacoustics, his approach fuses the errant precision of Xenakis with the nocturnal fragility of early Eno, filtered through the pixel noise of our century.

At the core of Noise Algorithm lies an ethics of process. Rather than sculpting a finished composition, yShin writes a field of probability — where each note, pulse or burst of static exists only as a potential. The result is neither improvisation nor automation, but a form of algorithmic listening: the composer as witness to what emerges when machines are allowed to think through chaos.

Technically, his setup is ascetic — Pure Data running bare, no plugins, no ornamentation. A few expr~ and fmod operators orchestrate stochastic modulation, while simple delays (delwrite~, delread~) become recursive memory loops. The sonic result hovers between granular debris and tectonic ambience, oscillating like a shortwave transmission tuned just off-station.

But the poetics lie elsewhere. yShin’s practice embodies the drift between self and system: “coding while dreaming,” as his bio puts it. The phrase captures his method — a lucid surrender to the algorithmic unconscious. Each performance is less a set than a séance, where lines of code pulse like mantras and noise becomes a form of prayer.

In a landscape oversaturated with digital polish, yShin’s work reclaims the beautifully broken. His sounds do not ask to be consumed; they demand to be endured, inhabited, felt in the body’s conductive circuits. In that endurance, one hears a quiet truth: that the future of ambient and electroacoustic art may yet belong to those who dare to let their machines speak back.yShin