Music has often been likened to a spirital experience. Almost euphoric. And like most things euphoric, they are inherently difficult to describe in words. You play the song and the only communication that's taking place is the religious two-way exchange between the music and the soul. However, thanks to the monstrous production on this particular chunk of Euro-gated gold from Italy, one word easily springs to mind and it's "big".
Big sounds generate big feelings.
There's so much going on here. Pumping synths that escalate until they reach their inspiration Himself, growling bass lines that leave footprints on hell's rooftop, and a breakdown so immaculately conceived that The Chosen One's marketing department are considering adopting it as the official theme to His Second Coming. Forget the purists' definition of Trance, this track is enough to destroy every border and boundary that exists. You are One with the Universe... or at least the chemicals make you think.
Big sounds generate big feelings.
There's so much going on here. Pumping synths that escalate until they reach their inspiration Himself, growling bass lines that leave footprints on hell's rooftop, and a breakdown so immaculately conceived that The Chosen One's marketing department are considering adopting it as the official theme to His Second Coming. Forget the purists' definition of Trance, this track is enough to destroy every border and boundary that exists. You are One with the Universe... or at least the chemicals make you think.