In Zaire
Visions Of The Age To Come

Multi-ethnic dish. Very spicy.

To be tried in small venues along the straight highways that run directly from Africa to Germany.

Straight rhythmic roads, galactic jungle lit by NEU, L.A Düsseldorf intermittenze, evolved Can lost in wild ditches.

On the road, dazed hitchhikers lost in acidic solos of Hard Prog origin.

A non-place between green wild expanses and Berlinese video surveillance.

Sound painted with galactic strings supported by Hawkwind solos, 70s electronics, spacey sighs, an ethno motorick base rhythm, and old 70s adventure movie soundtracks.

Multi-ethnic dish, multi-sonic, multi-temporal. To be eaten strictly with your hands, and more than this, like any good waiter, I can't tell you, otherwise why taste the dish.

You will at least lick your fingers protesting and perhaps asking for a second helping.