Continuing where La Vie Electronique: Volume One left off, you will hear more lost tapes of the Irrlicht, Cyborg, and Picture Music era of Klaus Schulze. With disc one of the three, it opens with five shorter complete projects. When I say shorter, I mean shorter as what is out of the familiar ordinary from Klaus Schulze's vision of exploring his mind dissolving sound passages. You know already, that Klaus has recordings (both studio and live) that have exceeded an hour, although it still feels abrupt when his current soundscape eventually comes to an end. But, that's okay. The next track just introduces us to his next audio adventure. The mystique of your inner world continues...
Klaus Schulze doesn't write songs. Can we ever call this music? It doesn't really have to have a beat or a rhythm. It can be something, nothing more than a gentle pulse. A whisper of a sound, but has volumes of intensity, for what you'll allow of yourself to embrace, as that of what you hear. What you feel.
Your ears serve as receptors to the sound, it transmits a reverberation to the brain and instantly swells the heart with stimulation. The heart then responds favorably and returns a signal of approval back to the brain so that your whole body can become incorporated into the vast numbness of the absolution of pleasure and sound.
Close your eyes, and allow yourself to fall back and visualize the synthetic flow of the red river flowing through the aquaducts of your inner body.
Take note of the red hydraulic fluid of mortality, which flows through your veins. But, alter the mind's eye and imagine that it is instead, blue. In the subconscious mind, artificial prefabrication of distant worlds is an art and can become easily achievable, once you teach yourself how, and of course, you have to believe that it can be done.
Failure to reach this euphoria, only means that you are still afraid to let go.
Gravity, to many, is a sense of security and with cautious hesitation, is a means of fail-safe sanctuary. It is a self-maintained limitation supported by fear of the unknown and it imprisons the unadventurous new candidate to grasp what is real, but is stationary and takes you nowhere.. You can leave this world, without ever leaving your room. Inner-space is infinite space. Why fear endless free-falling if there is no existing foundation for a sudden impact?
Invest in this CD collection. Take absence from yourself, if but only for a while.
Embrace the absolution of pure nothingness. Release your grasp with your surrounding comfort zones.
Survive this, and then prepare yourself for Volume Three. But only, if you dare.