THE XENON CODEX

It was the second album which I found of Hawkwind and this is called Xenon Codex. It does not seem to have anything to make with the manuscripts or the ancient coins or nothing to make with inert gas of xenon. I think that they selected the title because the two words seemed ordered together or they filled their initializations of fossil cheese and cucumber sections.

With me, it is very different from what Hawkwind built in the old decade there is one moment. It is filled more keyboards and the noises of spacey and the guitar takes a light back bench with the remainder of the noises. In a general way, it always maintains the movement, the song of model of song of the Nile, and the sleeping bag of control of the space of yesterday, just in an improved feeling 1988.

It starts with the war which I survived. I do not know to which kind of war they refer, but my conjecture would be the war Free-Prussian of 1871. She seems as she is filled of unhappy fate of the nuclear prevoltages and the vertical rooms of laundry. Worried mats are carried in the room and the sqeaks out of the ears of my head. It is a good beginning with my thoughts on this creation by Hawkwind.

Nest we are outside in the uncultivated lands of the sleep. I feel pillows and more pillows here. It does not put to me to sleep, but the keyboards awake my muscles not account of the sheep and the dogs and the parents. My conjecture is that this has to make more with the former song. I survived, but maintaining my brain is wasted. I am dispatched bindings of regulation and squares of fountain.

The horizon with neon seems to emit us depths of the brains and to make the war and transport. I like the guitars in that and Langton emits my hairs of nose on fire. Neon is also an inert gas it of the lights of the lights brilliantly. Connection with xenon encourages me to think really hard, but my brain does not enter me my collection of pullover and basket of tubes.

The lost chronicles has to think me of the concept of manuscript which I eluded with earlier, perhaps by error with the pencils and my compass. It has that the same feeling of control and the low I feeling deeply and satisfied marks. The meat pie brass of meat will want that I run around me rings some but I do not have a tail to drive out like a dog, but the cats will not do this. I have these plans in a shirt.

Arrive after the tides and I am cooled by his environment, however I find in time when I am easily put to sleep and to be famished. I must eat tomatos. But it is a good song and I do not cry for babies and such of the moon. I am sparked upwards by Heads. This earlier brings back to that the low one of nice control of the moments which drew my attention with Hawkwind. Alan Davey is a low interesting player.

I wonder what could zone approximately change being. Perhaps I think the nuclear radiation, but they did not have the nuclear bombs in 1871, so much perhaps that war I however moreover earlier was not the war Free-Prussian, but in a certain war in the future. The percussive is very flat that it is on the major part of this album, but still I like to thank the low one and the guitar and the keyboards.

E.M.C. is an experiment to engulfing of spirit for me. Stripped I appeared out of what it makes my spirit think approximately and it does not have me the newspaper for some. My first conjecture entered cups of mooses, but I think that it must be idiotic to think me of that. This one made become vertiginous my boss as I was on a coaster or a tank of roller.

I think that the sword of the east is the most interesting song on the album. I like just the work of keyboard on this and the bottom and to feel it abundant to assemble the steppe with the really small horses seeking Genghis Khan. With me, it is one of the best songs than Hawkwind had made in a long time and which subsistence this narrowly to be of both holds the first role the release.

And in conclusion, we finish it with good evening. It is as we spent the day with Hawkwind on their voyage starting with a war and a major substance and changes and a moose and then we finish quietly with an evening. Generally, I can see the end the day with a wax, but it is probably a more pleasant end. I encourages me to want to wash with soap which does not feel like a wax.

In conclusion, it is not something which I would recommend to the average ventilator of the progressive rock. With the ventilators of Hawkwind, yes, should obtain this to you. With the remainder of us, if you find it at a cheap rate that why not obtain it, otherwise, there are more important albums of Hawkwind available should start to you. Thus, I must conclude with my train from meat pie from apple and not much from waxes and give you that the estimate of three holds the first role. It is good, but not essence. --JB