RICOCHET

An OMNI from outer space which lands during a concert and you have Ricochet which will become cult, so a nostalgic souvenir session with this chronicle!

1 Ricochet, Part One WHAT TO SAY? a live recorded religiously, a live which is one of the most beautiful achievements, a live which after a few digressions, the time to settle down, begins with its candy, candy, with its aerial percussions, with its guitar because yes TANGERINE DREAM used guitars; in short, we chat and we reach the 7 minutes with this deferment, this explosion, with the stereo echoing on the left, on the right... and the image of having witnessed the slow progression of a caravan in the desert, here it is the image that I get out of it each time I listen to it; all that for that but it's divine; with each listening... time stops and I am surprised to be already there; shh, TANGERINE DREAM is the stereo we go there just after a few more keyboard notes; it rises, the sound amplifies, sinister; the guitar yes there on the left, behind me it tears off the few cobwebs and will crush them with a well-targeted ultra sound; the fat, monolithic synth assures; 12 minutes and the doors will slam, we can already guess; the rise is jam-packed amphetamine, organoleptic, it rises and makes you fear turning down the volume knob, TANGERINE DREAM electronic music that's also a crescendo that will make you lose control of your ears; we exceed 13 and the clear drums get started, it spins, it goes all over the place and I ask myself the question: and if some had taken an... illicit substance at the same time, how to react? In short, the sound begins to weaken, jolts, snatches of sound reach our destructured ears; the time of yesteryear was still more serene I think, freaking out the music; the ending makes you want to get up and put it back on, stretch your legs, just to find out if you're still real! 2 Ricochet, Part Two this rolling piece, this rubbing of hands, this sensitive flute, this piano that gets the tune going; we started with piece 2; all of a sudden the air that we know by heart gets going and we already have the declination of the piano keys, the electronic cymbals; time, an abstract given for the music of TANGERINE DREAM, forces a glass space, amplifies the sounds, there we are behind on the left, our brain struggles to turn around and see if the group is really there, incredible; the air in duet, in redundancy, in resonance, the head nods automatically, this sinister sound that I want to see coming out of a guitar vibrates and makes me move my legs, I am bewitched; the guitar, the synth comes back to the charge; 12 minutes and the knocking of doors guessed opposite1 arrives there; a gripping, schizoid, psychedelic break followed by a melancholic flute occurs, what can we say except that we have reached a kind of perfection? The synths now have a great time and talk among themselves until the linear end, coughing with choirs coming to conclude the majestic feeling, the applause recalls the beauty of the piece.

Quite simply, a legendary album out of time.