Автор: Argentum | 10 февраля 2012 | Просмотров: 987Mp3
Artist: Kösmonaut Album: Voyage of Time Genre: Space Ambient | Krautrock | Psychedelic Origin: USA Quality info: mp3 256 kbps Size: 120 mb ==============
1. Creation of Time (06:51) 2. Voyage of Time (07:47) 3. Celestial Communications with Godhead (06:45) 4. Sky Ritual (05:55) 5. Sky Burial (08:48) 6. Prism of the Present (03:12) 7. Into the Blood of the Sun (07:09) 8. Eagle-Bone Vision (11:24) 9. Ingestion of the Universe Flesh (07:28)
'Synthedelica spaciness from Texas, Patrick R. Pärk, the man behind the machines delivers propulsive retro-ish psych-prog electronics. Imagine a missing link between the sci-fi rockin explorations of Heldon and the cosmic sounding grooves of Tangerine Dream and Conrad Schnitzler. Kösmonaut encompasses the evolution of all things. It symbolizes the eternal dance of matter with energy and the mysterious presence of consciousness. This is Kösmonaut, a lone explorer of myriad psychic vistas, whom channels experiential knowledge of Time’s secrets into trance inducing kosmiche-electronic excursions.
“The Voyage of Time encompasses the evolution of all things. It symbolizes the eternal dance of matter with energy and the mysterious presence of consciousness. How then to tell this story…to detail the progression of something so encompassing? One way perhaps, is the abstraction offered by oscillatory electro-sonic synthesis. This is the path of Kosmonaut, a lone explorer of myriad psychic vistas.
“Kosmonaut channels experiential knowledge of Time’s secrets into trance enducing kosmiche-electronic excursions. Time forms the very basis of all heard here, as sequences multiply, combine, fade in, fade out, all in intense astral syncopation. Motorik drum pulses ride smoothly underneath cerebral arpeggiators as audio-starlight percolates throughout the stereo field.
“A droning dark matter undercuts the entire ritual, and at times so dominates the procession as to approach some forbidden incantation of unspeakable forces. But balance is never lost as the trip equally embraces a frail beauty, travelling into blissful fields of sun-dappled harmony. These are the sounds of Time; a dimension moving ever forward, ever backward, and always out of reach.”'