The cry of a pulsating planet.
Song of cosmic whales.
Primordial voices, daughters of Nature and humble human manipulation.
A unique, unheard sound body.
Requiem to a civilization that now circles, touching its extremes.
Instruments, children of a past thrown into the air, manipulated by autistic electronics.
Dark sonic monolith.
New ethnic form. Not charted by conventional routes.
Sailing blindly in an unexplored universe. The concept of music is surpassed.
Sounds for explorers of sound, every minimal vibration is a melody.
For those who love to close their eyes and dream even if Adult.
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