About half a year after the pure ambient sounds of "Seven letters from Tibet", TD return with a 76-minute disc full of remixes, previously unreleased songs and other obscure material. I'm sure you already know what you have to expect from a new TD release -- the changes and variations ma\stermind Edgar Froese and his son Jerome can create with their seemingly simple formula of merging mid-tempo techno rhythms with lush synthesizer patterns and spacious melodies are nearly endless, so there seems to be very little incentive for musical ambition in recent years. Surprisingly not as club-oriented and percussive as the previous entries in the ongoing "Dream Mixes" series, "DM3" falls somewhere between the attractive complexity of "Mars Polaris" and the band's late-'90s soundtrack projects such as "What a blast!" and "Transsiberia", which means that the blurring of rhythms and noises, of sound effects and music, give the album a soothing and delicate but nevertheless uplifting feel -- this is escapism, energy and beauty all rolled into one and still features that special TD magic. Some people may regard "DM3" as disposable New Age music with a simple backbeat...but at least it HAS a beat, which is something "Seven letters.." and "Soundmill Navigator" certainly didn't offer! The basic problem here is that TD just don't know how to use their depth of experience, so there actually isn't much variation between the remixes to distinguish themselves, nor are there enough sonic details or hooks to give individual tracks character. One tune after another leaves you with nothing to think about other than which differences you can find between this particular tune and material from TD's last 15 or 20 records, and just what the heck all these remixes are supposed to add up to the original versions. That said, there are still enough reasons to listen to „DM3", happily: The 10-minute „Prime time" begins the musical journey in a fine style, mixing space signal atmospheres with mid-tempo rhythms and gentle melodies, while the 8 ½-minute mix of „Astrophobia" flirts successfully with drum `n' bass-tinged drones and fast-paced beats. „Stereolight" and „Diamonds and dust" follow more or less the path sketched out by the first two songs; now and then, hints of guitar riffs and other instruments creep into the mix, sometimes enhaced by choral effects reminiscent of TD's early-`70s work or the steady pulses of sequencers. „Blue spears" is a real highlight, constantly changing the sonic picture during its 8 ¾-minute length by combining dance rhythms of several cultures, dreamy synthesised backing, and beautiful ambient passages. The densely percussive „Meng Tian" also is a similar hybrid of `Eastern world music meets Western techno pop" - not quite as inspiring as the original version on „Great Wall of China" but a bit more suitable for the dancefloor. „Girl on the stairs" was originally composed as the opening theme of a German TV thriller in 1982 and proved to be TD's first top-20 hit single in Germany. The 7-minute version presented here is taken from the 1997 CD-single release of „Girl on the stairs" and is called „Rien ne va plus - extended mix". However, the inclusion of this tune seems a bit pointless to me and confirms a belief that TD are recycling too much of their old material. And as a further „huh?", the remaining tracks, „The spirit of the Czar" and „The comfort zone", sound suspciously like „Poland" and „Logos" plus some modernistic dance beats. Not a bad thing, but the remixes lack the strange undercurrents of melancholy and menace, which were quite appropriate in the times of the Cold War, that made the original songs so attractive. In sum, this disc certainly isn't a milestone in the history of electronic music, but it moves between the genres quite seamlessly and features flawless audio quality and great packaging (fold-out digipak with glossy art-work and golden letters). On a quite positive note, „DM3" is a record you might put on if you have no intention paying attention to it - the perfect soundtrack for doing the dishes or driving in your car.