| 1 | Vavoom! | 7:11 | ||
| 2 | Seratonin Sunrise (MVO Mix) | 6:58 | ||
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Composed By -
Martin Freeland
Composed By, Vocals - Micky Banks | ||||
| 3 | Camouflage | 2:17 | ||
| 4 | Own The World | 7:16 | ||
| 5 | The First Day (Horizon) | 6:08 | ||
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Composed By -
Martin Freeland
Composed By, Vocals - Mark Gardener | ||||
| 6 | Treacle | 6:39 | ||
| 7 | Possessed | 6:32 | ||
| 8 | Parallel Universe | 7:50 | ||
| 9 | Spaghettification | 1:34 | ||
| 10 | Tarantula | 8:30 | ||
| 11 | The Breech | 6:31 | ||
However, after affirming himself as one the genre's leading figures and main representatives, mainly due to three jaw droppingly amzing singles (Teleport, Sugar Rush, Floor Essence) and an impressive debut album, "Moment of truth", Martin Freeland attempted at pleasing an even larger crowd and churned out his prevalently dull sophmore output, "Earth moving the sun". The cardinal flaw here is that he tries too hard to appeal to a large(er) root base of trance listeners, and the music suffers a great deal, as it sounds too scattered, without a well determined sense of direction. Tracks like Vavoom, Parallel Universe and Own The World all start with a promising goa trance touch, but end up getting flooded with cheesy euro trance horns, uplifting hands-in-the-air-like-you-just-don't-care build ups and climaxes, with (at that point) absolutely pointless acid synths. There are two totally misplaced brief interludes and a downtempo track which somehow found a way to this album while collecting dust with Martin's Dusty Springfield records. Believe it or not, Seratonin Sunrise and The First Day have MWNN experimenting with singing, thankfully though, voices are lent by other artists. As though things didn't get bad enough already, he throws in a dose of irritating male ranting over production very much resembling the one of, for example, Vavoom.
However, there are a few big pluses on "Earth moving the sun", namely Possessed and The Breech, which have Martin back in the loop, doing what he does best: catchy and playful goa trance which tears dance floors apart. The Breech is somewhat darker though, much more atmospheric than anything else on this album. The trademark catchy melody and acid trickery is all here, just applied to forge a deeper, if you want, more contemplative sound. Possessed is one of his calling cards during a live, while Tarantula, is a really long and patient stomper, with a hard and dominant kick, knocking out everything in its way until the lead comes in and does its thing.
Overall, from where I stand and being aware of my expectations as far as Man With No Name goes, I've always considered this one a dissapointment. I am not saying you will as well, but if you got fairly acquainted with his earlier work, I'd be surprised if you said this came close, let alone surpassed any of that golden stuff.