Bought a Roland SH3A analogue synth back in the early 80's and playing around with the dials, controls and knobs it would produce random collages of sound, an abstract painting that would take you to other spaces and lands. Each time I plugged in the fizzing, swooping sonic sounds, they would bubble and gurgle then swoosh away into my brain. I forgot about playing the monotone keys in some sort of Suicide synth rockarobo interplay. Besides the charts soon became awash with lesser clones.
This album takes me back to a room without a view, headphones on and a transportation to the chimes and times of inner space.
These are desolate sounds, none of the exuberance of the 80's.Tracks layed down in the 50's with no template apart from Boulez as a guide. These are essentially soundtracks to another inner world that can gently shapeshift the atmosphere within a room with their silent emotional empty spaces as electricity surges through valves to recreate sounds of the universe.
These have come to define a form of universal cosmological random disorder. Whilst the planets seemingly rotate and circulate in some of precision, these sounds define the chaos within the seemingly ordered, the randomness of atoms and quarks firing off into sound patterns creating new forms of order.
To listen to this, requires a certain mood but it is worth the effort as these patterns defined a new stylistic journey as much as Breton, Man Ray an Duchamps in art, the template for a new paradigm.
They are the little backing sounds that dance around behind the sweet European melodies of ice bound Kraftwerk