The ARK project began as a drum-machine choir, thrown together in 2018 on the occasion of an exhibition at the Museum of Applied Arts in Hamburg: Mobile Welten oder das Museum unserer transkulturel-len Gegenwart [Mobile Worlds or The Museum of Our Transcultural Present], a motley assembly of quaint old-fashioned machines, speak-ers, and carrying cases coated in imitation leather or wood veneers, playing synthesised rhythms at the push of a button. It is the epitome of some kind of pseudo techno aesthetic, a sleek machinic imitation of seemingly human artisanship. But there is more to it than meets the eye. Something pervades these unimposing apparatuses like a te-nacious swathe of mist, billowing through their corroded circuits, clinging stubbornly to their dusty surfaces. That’s how it is, with ghosts and machines. Not that the ARK drum-machine choir seeks to exorcise or invoke any ghosts in the machine. It simply lets these restless machinic souls pop up and play their part. It aims to make of them its familiars. Let’s celebrate the machinic Geisterstunde [witch-ing hour]