One of the fantasies of this 90s utopianism is technology as escape from people, a kind of retreat to forests or space, lonesome journeys. But as we hit the millenium we realise that our technology is overwhelming us with people and voices and information, constant nagging connectedness and anxiety with it, no escape
always loved the vocal sample in that. both the sound itself and how it's sort of just spammed without any rhyme or reason. like you've entered an abandoned spaceship and a received distress transmission that's decades old is still on a fragmented, flickering loop.
also love the first 40 seconds of this. gloomy and cold but strangely cozy:
Forrests is more goa/trance, Om Namah Shiva etc.
Techno is much more sun ra. Space is the place.
haven't listened anything from luke slater past that first EP as clementine yet. seems like a major figure in this kind of music tho.He uses the same sound in the four cornered room track I posted earlier, then drops a drone and a piano on it. Luke Slater never gets much recognition, the pseudonyms don't help.
refined aestheteI hate all that outer space stuff. It reminds me of The Orb.
I hate all that outer space stuff. It reminds me of The Orb.