CYCLONE

Vocoder, as it should be, an artist's tool that complements or fusions technique with humanity, and so it is here: a warning start. Machines are doing the job, the humans are capable for more, but the humans are undecipherable. An then....the artism itself, great, majestic space, with a story about life existence. The doors are opening. Step thru. Listen carefully. Ask questions. Answers will be given. Time and space is yours. As a human existence, it's also nonsense. Perhaps. But a charming one. Maybe not so nonsensical when you experience the whole journey. With tapestries, strings after strings after strings, filtered leads are sweeping from your left ear, continuing to oscillate through your brain just to spit the gorgeous melody on your right ear and vice versa... Bent. Cold. Sidewalk. What an experience of all experiences. After a great space section, the sequencer is taking us for a ride, driving us through the landscapes, through the space, showing us the event horizon, and all of a sudden in that singularity we are able to see everything. Like from a different perspective, like a majestic multi-dimensional creature which existence is beyond our most distanced perceptions, it is showing us the eternity, the time, the space from the aleph point, from nowhere and everywhere: we are able to see all the dimensions at the same time, interiors and exteriors, past, present and the future. TANGERINE DREAM are making a huge leap behind human consciousness, behind the infinite mathematical formulas and beyond God: they are explaining The Everything. We are not only able to see and feel everything, we are able to understand the Everythingness. Be thankful, for the art is making you audience/listener, TANGERINE DREAM is making you an omni-presence. Pathetic pieces of every day life are to be looked with a cynic smile: this is the point (the line, the square, the cube, the tesseract) where universe distorted.

Listening to the repetitive, cold, hypnotic sequence, while clarinets and flutes are playing gorgeous, warm melodies. This is the point (.) where everything started, and music continued to develop, regress, mutilate and breathe in both directions: positive, towards our time and what we call future, and positive (because you can't prove the opposite) towards Bach and ritual dances in the cave at the dawn of the human kind. Not to be selfish and stop here; the dance of cells in a electrified liquid, the spinning of particles at the Beginning and Beyond.

This is the core of the circle. The thin layer is a Rising Runner. By some great coincidence of time, it started to exist in between two different decades, by a convention of humans. Both decades with their trends and preferences. This layer is indeed a perfect (the most perfect) line between these two decades, manifested through the prism of the musical instrument called synthesizer.

The last layer of the Cyclone circle is the biosphere, it's the Madrigal Meridian. As it should be, biosphere consists of nature and creatures living among the nature, with all their interactions. Again everything is here, it's offered to be experienced and touched. It's on a different scale, and we are offered to look from a Earth surface, but we can choose. We will never be the same.