Night Drive contains the dynamic characteristics of ocean waves, dark melodics, cinematic textures, riving analogue bass riffs and ephemeral arpeggios, twinkling, glowing then burning like distant stars…

Museums are filled with things that acquire meaning due to the passage of time. A hint, a nod to the way things were. Ceremonies now forgotten.

In the end all this results in the idealised abstract representation of feelings and none of the incidentals that helped create the past. A trace of something restless and long gone, drifting away like vapour from the palm of your hand.

Nostalgia is value acquired by nothing more than the passage of time. It lends things with a simultaneously euphoric and melancholic feel. A lost beauty.

Night Drive is filled with percolating arps that push the intensity, the driving momentum whilst also delivering a dreamy  synth texture of richness and width. Plucky leads are tailored expertly to brighten and add spark to the smooth pads.

Every track has an instant richness of character, the warmth and glow has weight, the sound beefed up with maximum electro grit. Timecop1983 simultaneously manages to keep the slick production feel while at the same time adding the right/slight amount of thickness and grime, the notes and leads going full throttle to tear through the sound, to tear it apart.

Nostalgia.

This is a painful feeling, but not the only one.

You could almost mistake it for something divine