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Rating: Kikagaku Moyo, elves, spirits, happily wander in the enchanted woods of Japan and dream.
They dream of music. Music that smells of colors, smells of nature and freedom.
They dream of music that makes you dream, that enchants, out of time and without borders.
They dream of kindred spirits who in the 60s/70s flew freely in the English countryside, on the American West Coast, hundreds of meters above the German land. Dreams already lived by other open minds of the past but that through their pure gaze appear fresh, provoke wonder, intoxicate fatefully.
They dream of folk dances suspended in the acidic drops of morning dew that beads green landscapes far from their enchanted woods.
They dream of incense that smells of California and sudden electric surges that without trauma open scenarios in a freak Germany savoring motorik psycho funky infusions.
They dream of rainbows of sounds that embrace oriental exoticisms and western blues dust.
They dream of esoteric rites with legendary entities that dared to push to the gates of the cosmos.
They dream of sweet lullabies in front of a bonfire accompanied by the sounds of nature's creatures, quietly for fear of a sudden awakening.
Kikagaku Moyo dream and we dream with them
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