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Rating: Vortices of Analog Synths chase each other in a Place beyond time and space.
They bounce, overlap, free among a few piano chords and rare guitars. A sound that darts before your eyes, it brushes against you, you feel it, you could catch it.
An ocean of pure sound, only infinite horizons, with no land in sight.
Hypotheses, just an idea of music.
Fast mirages, fleeting black and white memories of possible pasts, possible futures constantly transforming in a cube thrown in a space-time vortex.
Sound And Vision
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