Today, Sjoerd Valkering lives a paradox. He is a cult hero who hates heroes. His music is sought after by vinyl collectors, yet he presses his records in runs of only 300, often embedding them with physical flaws—a skip, a warp, a spot of real rust on the label. He is rumored to be working on a new album, the only details a single Instagram story showing a photograph of a burned-out VHS tape and the caption: “Herinnering is een litteken” (Memory is a scar).
The turning point came in 2022 with the release of his debut album, (Resin and Dust) on the Rotterdam-based label Molekül . The album’s centerpiece, an 11-minute opus titled “De Verdronken Toren” (The Drowned Tower), told the story of a mythical church spire sinking into a peat bog. The track started with a field recording of water dripping. For four minutes, nothing else happened. Then, a sub-bass pulse so low it was felt in the intestines. Then, a distant, wailing melody played on a music box that had been dipped in acid. It was brutal, beautiful, and utterly hopeless. Resident Advisor gave it a 4.5, calling it “a masterpiece of controlled demolition.” Pitchfork’s electronic section called it “the sound of a beautiful world ending, and you’re the last one alive to hear it.” sjoerd valkering
Sjoerd’s journey didn’t begin in a club. It began in silence—or rather, in the absence of it. As a child, he was fascinated by the hum of his father’s old tape recorder, the flutter of a dying VCR, the feedback loop of a microphone placed too close to a speaker. While other kids listened to Top 40 radio, Sjoerd recorded the sound of a radiator hissing. He called it "the breathing of the house." Today, Sjoerd Valkering lives a paradox
He didn’t send it to labels. He uploaded it anonymously to a obscure SoundCloud page with a black square as the avatar. The track was 140 BPM of pure, unrelenting dread. A kick drum that sounded like a pile driver on wet clay. A bassline that wasn’t a note but a pressure . And over the top, a ghostly, pitch-shifted vocal sample from an old safety instruction video: “In case of emergency… remain calm.” He is rumored to be working on a
His live sets became legendary for their intensity. He never spoke. He never took requests. He once played a three-hour set where the tempo gradually slowed from 150 BPM to 60 BPM, ending in a wall of feedback so dense and warm it felt like a blanket. People stood in stunned silence for two minutes after the last tone faded. Then they cheered.
He studied audio design, but found the academic pursuit of "clean sound" sterile. His thesis project, a sound installation titled Deconstructie van de Stilte (Deconstruction of Silence), was a cacophony of slammed car doors, breaking glass, and the slowed-down groan of a cello string being tortured with a violin bow. His professors were horrified. His peers were intrigued.
Within weeks, the track had 200,000 plays. No one knew who made it. Speculation ran wild. Was it a side project of Ancient Methods? A lost recording from Surgeon? The mystery was the fuel.