Migrant Music Part 4      (15:53)

976 hi-fi plays, 588 lofi plays, 702 downloads, 3 comments

A long strange trip of floating electronic music & green alien!
Fourth part in a series of 6. Built around M.Nomized's Migrant Music collaboration material.

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MADRANGE said, "Hello, this track is, for me, the best moment for to dive in the sand. A huge desert... but more electronic images come on the left, on the right or in front of me. Meditation, exploration, relaxation, to go in search of confrontation. A very good track with emotions. Love for you. M.Nomized."

buzzsaw said, ""Maturus, that matter which I termed 'minor' in my last letter to you over the case of Marius Priscus has been settled and in a most fitting matter. Firminus was summoned before the Senate to answer charges already well known. After the consuls, having failed to agree on a sentence, Cornelius Tacitus proposed that he be removed from the Senate, but Acutius Nerva advised a more fitting sentence that Mental's latest segment, that has caused scenes of happy tumult in the Forum, be played in the Senate, but the ears of Firminus be stoppered so that he might observe the rapture upon the senatorial faces but not hear the cause. Nothing could be more severe as he is a devotee of Mental and has not as yet heard the installment. A worthy punishment and a signal reproach of corruption that wisdom offers." The reply of Maturus has been lost, but it is clear that if I were unable to hear this latest installment, I should be lost in a cloud of despond. The best installment yet. Bravissimi, Chris the Phinney!"

padukem said, "A Whirling Dervish from the half dimension crawled from my speakers when I clicked this link. It whispered into my ear that it wanted me to share in its Natarajah-like movement through fog and distant stars. I consulted with my stuffed toy yellow Pikachu, who recommended I take along a laser pointer and a cheese sandwich on the adventure, but I could only dig up a flashlight and a piece of whole wheat bread. Nevertheless, into the fray I dove, shaking all over, like a full-body REM. The bread tasted like a kumquat, and I could barely chew it while under the Dervish's spell. Eventually, I used the flashlight to find my way back, and smiled as I wrote this all down..."