A machine mirage. A hallucinogenic haze. Where Moogs mimic animal noise. Sine waves and tribal toms send jungle signals. A twilight chorus in a forest of sound. Its deep, deep, blue canopy lit by shooting stars. Third eye lightening. Wildlife roar, and temple gong drone. A bubbling skunk Funk swamp where New Age meets Nuova Neapolitan Fusion. Tubular vibrations give rise to flights of birds. Bongos back Belleville, Michigan, relics. Bottomless bass exudes womb-like warmth. Drums dance in Nyabinghi ceremony, while gurus question God`s plan, and your place in it. Discuss the search for freedom, through spirituality, and drugs. Conclude that “Freedom without balance is destruction”. This Cosmic chatter intro-ing beatless calm. A float on primordial ooze with John C. Lilly. States altered. Trance taking hold. Time a mere construct. Snake charmer melodies sing and tempt, hypnotic like Kaa. Shimmy to percussive sambas. Percussion hits resonate. Metallic gamelan smashing through Digidub. Ancestors calling through echo. Fragments ping-ponging, colliding. Into an eternal infinite. A post-Singularity fourth world. A post-Human Eden. Mechanized. Paradise reborn.
Deep Nalström: Naive Melodies
Sanctuary Deep Nalström 1' 00''
Liquid Diamonds Deep Nalström 1' 00''
The Dream People Deep Nalström 1' 00''
Between Spaces Deep Nalström 1' 00''
Caravane II Deep Nalström 1' 00''
Inner Collapse Deep Nalström 1' 00''
Albatros Deep Nalström 1' 00''