Solitud and Takter join forces for an intergalactic cartographic mission. Album out NOW... Released on endlich elektro.
Two astro explorers on an intergalactic space mission in search of signal fragments and cosmic specks of electro music in the depths of void space.
The world is made of stardust. When stars burn, they turn to dust. But they exist as long as we keep our memory of them alive. We place them on a map of dying stars, an Almanac of Fading Stars. Because we also burn up. We are all fading stars.
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We need a new engine: Turboprop
We have a new engine: Turboprop
Imagine the sunset on the moon
Radio calls in my space suit
Solar wind particles in my hair
and moon dust in my ears
So shortly before darkness arrives
and cold wins over the glistening sun
light sparkles so beautiful warm
as you gaze in the vanishing light
The moon is a thief in the night
he takes our trust and he lies
he steals our hearts on first sight
and gets away unopposed everytime
The loss of gravity wears on you
As you stand in solitude
you stare even though you know
It’s the last time before you go
You'll be blinded by beauty
You’ll be binded by an oath
All that you despise, you left
all that you loathe
Radio calls will be left unanswered
Radio calls blare and trace
They are still a ballast without weight
There is no echo in space
The moon is a thief in the night
When lovers find together in space time
They melt on the moon's dark side
Before they know they sublime
The moon is a thief in the night
he takes our trust and he lies
he steals hearts of lovers on first sight
and gets away unhindered everytime
“No artificial intelligence was used in the search for extraterrestrial life.“
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Artwork Hayabusa by the amazing Liis Roden
Prehistoric sounds of a living fossil. Released on endlich elektro.
The earth is shaking, leaves fall like spores from the trees of fern forests.
Mighty giants rule the earth. They feel inviolable, invulnerable but still can not escape their fate.
The story of Dinosaur Ballads.
This story is an allegory to hardware synthesizers and the men who are obsessed by them. These machines defined once the peak of music technology. But technology and society move fast. Synthesizers are exhibited in museums like old bones of Iguanodons.
On Dinosaur Ballads they rear up a last time, howling and growling their aching tunes of solitude.
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I am a reptile in a bleak world
Huge, majestic and sedate
I wear impenetrable armor
Impermeable armor plate
No one will ever pressurize me
No one will ever keep me down
And if aggressors try to push me
I succeed to shut them down
And that shall be forever
Step by Step by Step by Step
I wander over fern and mosses
Cool shadows make my body stiff
No need to rush, no need to worry
I will rest stolid on warm cliff
Coniferous forest grow around me
I head slowly against the sun
I walk through deserts and through wastelands
Until all time finally halts
And that shall be forever
Step by Step by Step by Step
No one will daunt or will defeat me
No one will ever overcome
And if predators try to press me
I succeed to bring them down
The earth is torn, cracks in dried up ground
I crawl slowly above the salt
I walk through deserts and through deadlands
Until all time finally halts
And that shall be forever
I cannot dream myself away
I cannot leave this place
I have to stand my ground
When a punch hits my face
I have to keep my defense up
I have to save distance and space
I have to stand my ground
When a punch lands in my face
I cannot quit and will not drop
Put everything to ground
I have to stay atop
When a punch lands in my face
I have to stay alert, awake
I have to stay tensed up
I am prepared to await
The punch that finds my face
Mastered by Mark Bihler / CALYX Mastering
Album out now! Released on endlich elektro. Available on iTunes, Amazon and everywhere else, too.
Simple structures, simple sequences, simple syntheses. Simple Life.
Tracks are simple, sound aesthetic is an art.
When I got in touch with my first synthesizer in the early 90th I was immediately amazed by the possibilities of this marvelous alien instrument. The name alone ... synthesizer ... was a promise of the future, it sounded like cities of glass.
Since that time I am fascinated by electronic music devices. Without any musical background I was sucked into the world of oscillators, filters and modulators. And with my computer I was the leader and conductor of an electronic orchestra. Those machines obeyed my mighty sequence commands within a touch of a button. 25 years later I am still in contact with the machines. They are not that shiny anymore and the promise of the future vanished to a rational realization of the present that these instruments and their concepts are now a kind of electronic dinosaurs, threatened by extinction. They were grown and they will ever be a part of me.
The use of analogue sound generators underline the reference to the past and build a bridge to the present. Under the surface of hopeless clumsy mechanical beats and cliche vocoder voices oscillates a feeling of loss, disorientation and emptiness. The album misplaced, abandoned is about imagined absence of confidence, break out of isolation and the overcoming of fear.
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What you talk, what you say, when you chat, when you play
If you swan, guarantee does not count for me
If you can carry through your first plan, when you do, is all that counts
That counts for me
What you talk, what you say, when you chat all the way
Advertise your degree does not count for me
What you do, what you make, how you act, how you move is all that counts,
That counts for me
I will crash through
a mirror's view
to see the world
break up into
small shards of blurred
perspective sights
reflecting wasted
bygone times
I will step through
a mirror's view
a different angle
to review
I want to see
the other side
disintegrate
then subdivide.
I look with stagnant empty eyes
without motion in this world
I hide and lurk in disguise
thereby nobody could trace me.
I am safe and shielded, sheltered by
my chitin armor
no one could pierce or penetrate
also no one can touch me
Mastered by Andreas Kauffelt / Schnittstelle
