CYCLONE

TANGERINE DREAM tried her hand at vocals. 1. Bent Cold Sidewalk and a vocoder to begin with, yes why not? Well a tune that starts after starting the drums and a voice, yes first experience with Steve's; the fear for some fans of losing the TD sound, the long meditative electronic symphonic wanderings; well it's twirling, Klaus with the different pads helps to give a rock air; 4 minutes and break, flute, more voices, the monolithic sequencer returns from behind, a haven of peace, the sounds return with consistency; let's open our chakras and accept the experience, especially more than 45 years later, ah how I love this clarinet, these sounds swirling behind it; yes to test your future Hi-Fi system it was a good test when we had time; variation on Ricochet very pleasant, the space is narrowing; ah a whispered voice, ah a shouted voice, ah it's rising we're going to have it again... the rise digresses, it strengthens, it gains energy, we are truly speechless; 10 minutes and drum roll and we return to the origin with the voice which has its charm on this title in the end; it rolls, it gives a little humanity to the sound of TD and I like the grandiloquent side 2. Rising Runner Missed by Endless Sender....I always thought of 'Look for the Boy' for the first latent notes, right at the start; good, an electronic pop track that looks more like their BOF tracks; the good side is short, rhythmic and almost danceable for lost souls who try dancing to anything, like cold wave; disconcerting all the same with this ahh,ahhh, ahhh which can attack; well the metronome announces the end

3. Madrigal Meridian and the 2nd side, I get up to change the LP, protected, but it still cracks; I listen to it again on a digital source, very dry with the sample, but no white around it; brief crackle or not the piece is launched, 3 minutes for this with a hypnotizing sound 'tub' leading to the musical light; go frank attack with reminiscences of the sounds of their last albums; the metronomic drums, the timpani, the air which surfs on solemn trumpets, return of the great Tangerine here; 6 minutes and we have the impression of being in this title for 20 minutes; I nod my head, I move everywhere in fact; we are of course on a hidden electronic mantra; poorly tuned synth layers come to throw discord, it starts again with a vengeance, my fingers no longer stop typing on the keyboard, enchanted, drugged, alpacated I am; halfway through and the guitar gets going, the most TDs before the end of the 70s; yes they understood that something other than synths was needed; this guitar that plays, the keyboard that makes you quiet, hold a real or sampled violin, the most important thing is this melody, this air that becomes embedded in you over the minutes; the battery amplifies, you are a prisoner; return of a clarinet in the distance to capture your attention and captivate you even more, excellent this title, yes you had to persevere after the first side; the finale looms, the musical trance fades away, leaving a majestic, solemn piano; an electronic anthem finds its place; we have a bit of the air of 'Vidocq' with the harpsichord now but what a beautiful title indeed... I repeat, one of the last great pieces of the original TD sound, a sound in which we lost ourselves irremediably ; the last deep sound, on a church organ, no better the violin which cries and freezes the air, I still shiver.