LIGHTS

1 Sane for the catchy sound, between vitamin rock, synth rock before its time, in short a metronomic progressive fusion reminiscent of SMASHING PUMPKINS 2 Sit Back Down continues, I insist, a synth pop prog sound before its time, you see where I'm going with it, a proto group that will give ideas to Pure Reason Revolution I think; hypnotic and captivating like a THE CURE with a KRAFTWERK sauce, astonishing, a little more prog blood, less monotony and we have a new style; repetitive finale with a hellish synth helicopter outro 3 Veins continues, the aged sound, on THE BEATLES psychedelic, astonishing again, a latent air that comes and goes 4 System and hop the noise, the syncopated sound, like an LP with the worn microgroove; the voice now reminds me of PIL, after SEX PISTOLS 5 Fold for the piano intro of a SUPERTRAMP; this band is incredible, flirting with many bands from before; a bit of the madness of PULP and majesty on this melting title

6 Lights for the eponymous title and almost 20 minutes on the clock; an announcing A, a bit of cinematic at the time when we didn't know it was going to bear this name; an animalistic sound, PINK FLOYD revisited? 4 minutes and we find ourselves drowned by the ambient dub synth air, behind it could be the symphonic rhythm NWOBM of SAXON; 8 minutes to sing on a SIGUR ROS, the post is there; a heady musical mantra; the 3rd third starts on a jam with a held pad, stroboscopic, linear, the head nods, the trance is proven, with brass instruments and keyboards of the time, Mellotron and Hammond; we find an archaic air of synths from yesteryear with the return of A

7 I Will Fade with Maria Q on vocals for an atmospheric nursery rhyme launching 8 Headlights with a syncopated air, bass and synth millimetered to get into progressive E. music; an orgasmic title with a gripping crescendic rise 9 Programmed returns 'finally' to the Beatlesian sound boosted by RADIOHEAD; more musical tinkering; a piece that prints the sound of ARCHIVE, an inventive mix taking in new-wave, psyche, punk, electro to help wander in the progressive corridors; well the SMASHING PUMPKINS are not far away for this heady riff, you are programmed 10 Black forces its destiny with this nice repetitive electro title 11 Taste Of Blood for the knell, the end of the CD with the glacial ballad that will without a jolt move your last frozen hair; a solemn hymn, a final organ blast, the majestic is in your ears, slap.