Meet Methistopheles from Florence, Italy. These stoner-metalists have just joined the Substatik Recordings roster! Not to be confused with Argentinian stoners Mephistopheles — legends in their own right — Methistopheles is a different beast entirely, cut from a colder cloth and raised on its own demons. No tracks to share just yet. No rush. Some things are better announced before explained. We’ll say this much: the timing feels unreal. A Christmas miracle, wrapped in feedback and dope smoke. Welcome to Substatik, Methistopheles. #substatikrecordings #NewSigning #FlorenceItaly #UndergroundMusic #stonermetal

RIP to the hero of my childhood Gil Gerard aka Buck Rogers. #buckrogers #buckrogersinthe25thcentury #rip

🎛️ 30 Days of Obsolete Machines — Day 14: The Mimeograph Machine The mimeograph took off in the 1880s, long before photocopiers, toner, or workplace safety rules. Offices embraced it because it could duplicate documents fast. The fumes were good too. It worked by forcing ink through a wax stencil. You cranked the handle and hoped the drum didn’t jam halfway. Most operators finished the job looking like they’d been mugged by an ink barrel. Schools loved the thing. Teachers cranked out worksheets until their wrists hurt. Kids cranked out… well, best leave that alone. The stencils tore easily. One tear meant the entire batch turned into a purple nightmare. Operator error of course. By the 1970s, photocopiers finally pushed the mimeograph into retirement. A machine built for speed. Delivered hand-cranked purple sprog in bulk. #substatikrecordings #ObsoleteMachines #Mimeograph #RetroOffice #InkLore #DeadTech #30DaysSeries #LostTrades

🎛️ 30 Days of Obsolete Machines — Day 13: The Addressograph The Addressograph landed in offices around 1893, built to stamp names and addresses onto envelopes at terrifying speed. Businesses treated it like wizardry. Workers treated it like a workplace injury waiting to happen. It used metal plates with raised letters. Each plate held a person’s entire identity in cold steel. You’d load a stack of them into the hopper and pray the mechanism didn’t misfire. The noise was relentless. Clank, punch, slam — over and over until the building sounded like a factory on the verge of collapse. Mailrooms went half deaf before the decade was out. The plates jammed constantly. Some bent. Some snapped. Some launched themselves across the room with enough force to make supervisors rethink their career choices. Salesmen claimed it could “process thousands of addresses without error.” Internal records tell a different story. Machines seized mid-run, belts snapped, ink bled, and plates turned entire batches of mail into unreadable mess. By the 1970s, computers had started replacing it. Addressographs didn’t go quietly. Companies kept theirs alive with improvised fixes, spare parts from dead units, and sheer stubbornness. A machine designed to save time. Ended up eating most of it. #substatikrecordings #ObsoleteMachines #Addressograph #OfficeLore #DeadTech #MailroomHistory #30DaysSeries

Long day of cable chewing for poor ol Knuckles #pitbull #pitbullsofinstagram #dogs #dogsofinstagram #sleepapnea #substatikrecordings

🎛️ 30 Days of Obsolete Machines — Day 12: The Payphone Coin Sorter Inside old pay phones sat a coin sorter built from springs, ramps, and bad intentions. Every coin dropped hit a tiny metal lever that decided if you were honest or trying it on. Right coin went through. Wrong coin rang a bell that sounded like an insult. Collectors found all sorts of rubbish inside. Slugs. Washers. Tokens from arcades that shut down years earlier. Every payphone doubled as a time capsule of petty scams. By the 1990s, manufacturers added anti-fraud upgrades. Teenagers still fooled them with whatever metal scrap fit the slot. When mobile phones took over, thousands of sorters were ripped out and tossed into storage. A machine built to count coins ended up counting the end of its own career. #substatikrecordings #ObsoleteMachines #PayphoneEra #CoinSorter #RetroTech #UrbanLore #30DaysSeries

🎛️ 30 Days of Obsolete Machines — Day 11: The Dictaphone Wax Cylinder Recorder The office snitch that stored voices in a block of warm wax. The Dictaphone wax recorder showed up in the 1890s, turning office work into a science experiment. Executives spoke into a metal horn, voices etched into a spinning wax cylinder by a vibrating needle. Hot wax, sharp needles, and fragile recordings - reminds me of an orgy I once attended. Playback was muffled, distorted, and full of strange mechanical groans that made every voice sound guilty. Cylinders wore out fast. By the 1930s, sales reps bragged about “indestructible wax.” One shipment arrived deformed after crossing the Atlantic. The recordings sounded haunted, and the indestructible wax theory thrown out like the leftovers after an orgy. The technology stuck around far longer than it should have., mind you. Companies had invested too much money to admit the flaws. A machine that tried to bottle the human voice, ended up bottling itself. #substatikrecordings #ObsoleteMachines #Dictaphone #WaxCylinder #RetroTech #OfficeHistory #30DaysSeries

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🎛️ 30 Days of Obsolete Machines — Day 10: The Teasmade The Teasmade took off in 1930s Britain, right when the country decided people deserved tea the moment they opened their eyes. Engineers merged an alarm clock with a water boiler and called it progress. Households treated it like the second coming. The early models were a fire hazard with a teapot attached. Brands swore they were safe. Insurance companies disagreed. By the 1960s, every catalogue pushed them hard. Glossy ads showing couples waking up to fresh tea, pretending the machine wasn’t one loose wire away from ruining the duvet. Nobody mentioned the maintenance. One factory report from the period listed the Teasmade as “high-maintenance, unpredictable, and best sold with an apology.” Yet Brits trusted anything that produced tea, no matter the risk. A machine built for convenience. Nostalgia has a short memory. #substatikrecordings #ObsoleteMachines #Teasmade #RetroAppliances #BritishTech #WeirdHistory #30DaysSeries

🎛️ 30 Days of Obsolete Machines — Day 9: The Pneumatic Tube System The pneumatic tube system kicked off in the 1850s, when engineers thought air pressure was the answer to everything — messages, money, medicine, probably marriage problems if anyone had let them try. Shops loved it. They installed tubes everywhere, turning their ceilings into metallic intestines that swallowed cash whole. The ads promised “instant communication.” What you got was a metal capsule slamming through the building at reckless speed while management pretended this was efficient. Customers watched their money vanish into the ceiling and trusted it would come back. Different times. Every store had tube malfunctions. Capsules jammed mid-flight. Staff poking brooms into the piping. Hospitals still use these things. Blood samples blasting through corridors because the modern world quietly agreed that this relic still works. Barely. But it works. A machine that refused to die. A Victorian idea still haunting the ceilings. #substatikrecordings #ObsoleteMachines #PneumaticTubes #WeirdHistory #RetroTech #DeadMedia #IndustrialLore #30DaysSeries

🎛️ 30 Days of Obsolete Machines — Day 8: The Electric Can Opener The twitchy kitchen parasite that ruined countless dinners. A twitching metal goblin bolted onto the bench, humming, vibrating, two teeth away from ripping fingertips clean off. Hook the can onto that stupid magnetic tooth. Can slips off. That’s how it went. Welcome to 1965. Some kids get christened; we got tetanus. Manufacturers promised effortless opening. What we got was a dangerous obstacle course bolted to the laminex. Some machines existed to help. This one existed for injury reports. #substatikrecordings #ObsoleteMachines #RetroKitchen #DeadAppliances #UselessTech #ElectricCanOpener #AnalogJunk #30DaysSeries