Monolake ‎– Gobi. The Desert EP

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1 Gobi 36:54

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© Monolake / Imbalance Computer Music [ML/I] 1999.

Produced at Studio Charlottenburg.

Released in a 4-panel Digipak.

36:54 gobi. 110° 35' south 45° 58' west.

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  • Barcode (Text): 7 18751 09532 8
  • Barcode (Scanned): 718751095328
  • Matrix / Runout: DADC A0100286023-0101 11 A0
  • Mastering SID Code (Var.1): IFPI L551
  • Mastering SID Code (Var.2): IFPI L555
  • Mould SID Code: IFPI 94X8

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pozz

pozz

June 14, 2016

Nighttime, deep in the AM. The sun you know is not far off, but no hint of morning yet. Lonely. You've already been walking home for miles, hours, in a stupor, second and third wind spent. Afloat and stumbling forward on inner will alone. Nothing stays with you, no sense, no flowering thought rests in your mind for you to catch and follow. Ear and eye wander in the street as part of your loose entourage. Each footfall seems to meet a groundswell, and rides it for a time. All things drone on without regard, and without pause, like you. Rhythms and biorhythms. Bodily tremors. Vague visions which produce no insight. Sullen, melancholic enervation. Divine exhaustion.

Biosphere's commissioned work has a piece much like this one, "Micro-sound: Music for Insects".
grantcorp

grantcorp

November 14, 2006
edited over 10 years ago

Imagine yourself alone on nightwatch duty on a dimly lit starship bridge. You've put up your feet on the nearest console and are staring into the void of space. Apart from the slow hum of fresh air being pumped through the ventilation system you are listening to the constant beeps from the various panels and controls around you. Fuel pressure... ok, hull temperature... ok, life support systems... ok, thruster vector... ok, fueslage stress level... ok, ok, ok...

Gobi is a fairly long piece of noodling ambient of the glitch and clicks variety. It is a nice companion but really fails to produce any memorable moments.
berusplants

berusplants

October 11, 2003

You are in the middle of a field. It is dark, but a warm breeze sweeps across your skin. Insects flit about, some of them hefty buggers. In the forground squats a large modern factory, lit by random spots, and red flashing lights. Deep bass thumps from hightech production activities drift over the field to you, along with the sounds of sporadic steam gushes. As time goes on activity from the factory dies down, as does the wind.

well thats what it sounds like to me.