Earthlings?
Earthlings?/Human Beans

Oblivion takes over the ego... Welcome: to the Earthlings? tunnel
Visions sway in the shadow... Solarity is hidden... Claustrophobia... Amnesias... Backlit apparitions... Visceral journeys, into the incomprehension of self... The 3 androids are aware of not being... They do not focus on the self... But on the unconscious: unknown reality... They walk unconsciously, letting themselves be led by the mapless argonaut... They are aware of their smallness in the face of infinity... Earthlings? sounds fill the emotional voids that lie in the melancholy... Psychoses... Redundant echoes in the booming of non-being... Introspection beyond concreteness... Impressionists! They do not dissect what is, but what is not... Or rather, what vaguely appears... At times it seems they are firm on the ground... But it's an impression dictated by the listener's unconscious alienation... Obsessive buzzing... Mirages... The vagabond spirit reigns supreme among the boundless shades... No certainty... Unpredictable swings... Moods... Nausea... They reach the island of madness to reason in logical-raving structures... Elusive... The unexpected is always vigilant around the corner... They feed on immaterial introspection... They manage to mesmerize the listener with their poetry devoid of connecting links... These dazed boys have neither head nor tail, so to speak... They have discarded their identity... They have denied themselves to remain thus... One must pay attention to the clues in their music, because as Freud would say, great things lie behind them... What they see and perceive, they evoke in trance... Hypnotic!... Obsessive!... Compulsive!... Why not!: Romantic among the unexplored orbits even by NASA... To fully understand them, one must possess the genetic microscope that investigates sensitivity... One must grasp the nuances, that from the surface let us flow into the boundless abysses... Enough now! otherwise, the Trip takes concrete form... Art is in the spirit, B. Croce would say... All that philosophers commonly mean by objects or physical events is not art... It is so when it cannot be touched... Earthlings?, (music as art without concrete form) have succeeded... The work of art remains such when it cannot be sold or resold... Otherwise, it is a pyrotechnic artifact... Speculation (in the philosophical sense) composes the true that counts... The senses are the only instrument to savor the genius of Earthlings?, but more than once, ecstatic rapture takes over... Matter is anesthetized by the spirit... At the end of the listening, you will feel an enrichment of the soul still wandering stunned...
I thank Fred Drake and his Rancho de la Luna... Seminal fluid that has given numerous bands the possibility to be born... Worthy heir of the late and missed Man’s Ruin... R.I.P. Fred... Thank you! To Dave, Pete, and all those who participated in the Earthlings? project: paying tribute to the eternal Pink Floyd... But beware not to turn Earthlings into pure clones... Because it is not so... Their music cannot be cataloged... Within it, you can find some "pre" traces...