Andrew Pekler

About the Artist

Andrew Pekler’s performances unfold less like concerts and more like lucid dreams stitched together from borrowed memories, misplaced media, and sounds that seem to remember themselves. Known for his recontextualized use of exotica, library music, and forgotten audio fragments, Pekler crafts sonic worlds that feel both eerily familiar and uncannily new. Live, he’s more conjurer than showman—unspooling shimmering loops and ghostly textures from behind a modest table of gear, inviting audiences to listen with the kind of attention usually reserved for eavesdropping. Born in Samarkand and raised in Monterey, California (yes, that Monterey—the one best known for surfboards and salad dressing), Pekler’s early obsession with punk and thrash gave way to ambient experimentation after a move to Germany and a record store job that changed everything. Fans often point to his track Underwater Nocturne as a gateway drug—like if Jacques Cousteau scored a film on alien memory. A famously unbothered glitch at a Berlin show once caused a sound loop to spiral into what can only be described as accidental transcendence, which he leaned into without blinking. That’s Pekler: always just a little ahead of the breakdown, always inviting you to follow.