Blips from outer-space.

A sound beyond the horizon.

Static as if tuning into an extra-terrestrial signal that breaks open to reveal the sound of the future, a sound of the past…

In essence one repeated riff plays out endlessly, joined by chords offered in waves, a sure and steady beat guiding the way through the sky.

The bassline drilled into your mind stuck in its assured positioning, confident that it doesn’t need to be anywhere else.

Like in the movie TRON we’re at the threshold of being able to create and exist in another universe — a neon coded simulation— but the sounds are alien, distant and from a galaxy beyond… Somewhere along the line something escaped the primordial ooze to come into being.