Monday, September 01, 2008


One of my favourite Tangerine Dream LP’s ever, lots of delicious shots of scuttling percussion, overbearing organ drama and the odd vocal bubblewrap amongst beaded twilights and synthy salamanders. It’s like a Radox bath for the ears, from which you suddenly awaken startled and cold...
...Just look at that pin mould and lichen wrapping their stern faces, imagined soil tucked under their fingernails, heads full of sonic budgies gnawing at their cages.

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