A gem of a space music release. Hint of Taylor Dupree's SETI and a dollop of Nik Raicevic's LSD laden analog mayhem. What you get is an audio trip reminiscent of getting your ear drawn into the gravity well of a black hole which is emitting amorphous signals from the dark unknown. One the better DIN released I have come across in a long time!!

Everytime I listen to this CD it is like I have just had a craniotomy and the kind surgeon has given the sulci a delicate wash and polish, then intravenously inserted some Hofmann™ LSD right through the venous into the falx cerebri accumulating in the hypothalamus. This is of course our emotional centre and Protogonos manage to somehow seep into it. Prepare yourself this is proper space marauding business.

This disc is buried back in the early catalogue of the DiN label, so it may not be familiar to many. That's too bad, because this is a stirring and imginative ambient trip in the style of vintage FAX. In fact, it reminds me a lot of the FAX classic "2350 Broadway" - extended beatless tunes with wooshes, buzzes, hums, squibbles, and the clanking and sighing of far-off machines. But where Namlook and Inoue come off sounding perhaps a little weird and bleak, these tracks are bright, confident, and free of "pretty" ambient cliches. The title track is the best of them - a strong and uplifting intro gives way to ten minutes of deep, dark drones. The machine cacophony almost gets to be too much at the end of the disc, but it's saved by one last blast of melody before gently depositing you back on planet Earth.