wolfgang voigt: ruckverzauberung 9/musik fur kulturinstitutionen

A fanfare of cautious grandeur rings out as if it were the opening for indeterminate festivities, only to be immediately reflected by itself. In ever new mirrors. In the hall of mirrors. The room inside a room inside a room. Time is a very elastic concept. Narcotic brass loops, almost imperceptibly modulating, reel towards infinity. A '70s Kraut electronics sequencer feeling coquets with James Last's muzak sound and Cheb musicians on Valium. Stoic, infinite, limp. Programmatic boredom as rhetorical device of befuddled bliss. Only the occasional cloud of atonality suggests the abyss behind the blue skies of (pop)ambientish other-worldliness. Limited pressing of 500 copies.