DEUS ARRAKIS

1. Osiris (Parts 1-4) 2 ethereal parts to get you started, 2 moments to wander with a bold sound, far from those primary ones of his productions of yesteryear; here it's cottony, melodic and of course minimalist; it's trippy, almost new age; part 3 suddenly goes up a notch before falling back into its hypnotic overloops and resuming the so characteristic syncopated tune; it is with the very short 4th period that we are entitled to the sensual and dreamlike rise, a quiet homage to the limit of the new age and its detractors; or how to spend 18 minutes without realizing it!

2. Seth (Parts 1-7) aggressive space attack, laser rockets come out of nowhere and graze us; 2 parts to make a passage between the stars, between the limbs of your cortex and we arrive at the dancing evolution of the album, a sound that JARRE himself would not have denied, yes the master who will look for fresh and popular tunes; watch out part4 and it's time for Wolfgang to throw austere notes from his cello; part5 and a radical change, a sound that will scratch on its instrumentations of the time, the one in which it was taken; the air between deep sadness and enlightening astonishment, just before believing in a God; next part and I find JARRE with 'Alice' for a stunning romantic-spleen piece confirmed by the even darker finale; meditative

3. Der Hauch des Lebens (Parts 1-5) changes location, instruments by offering a long monolithic melody with loop effects, with wandering spleen melancholy-divine darkness; a piece that comes and goes in your brain and there too the tertiary melody, the one that hooks us waits for the 3rd beat; it's something already seen and well done, it's above all dynamic enough to be guided; the last 2 parts are more languorous, the noises of a megaptera for example, sounds reaching deep within us, from him; remember that only he knew his advanced state with regard to the crab and there is no doubt that this last chapter could represent one of the passages to the musical beyond; the final climb makes you want to resume your flights for the umpteenth, for one last time? No, there will be eternal sweetness. A testament to the Berliner school that is much less expressive, much more intimate.