Philip Glass ‎– Koyaanisqatsi

Island Masters ‎– IMCD 98, Island Records ‎– 814 042-2, Antilles ‎– 814 042-2
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1 Koyaanisqatsi 3:30
2 Vessels 8:03
3 Cloudscape 4:41
4 Pruit Igoe 7:02
5 The Grid 14:50
6 Prophecies 8:10

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Greene St. Recording Studio NY, NY

RCA Studio NY, NY
Greene St. Recording Studio NY, NY
RPM Sound Studio, NY, NY

℗ 1983 Original sound recording made by
Institute of Regional Education
© 1983 Owned by Island Records Ltd

All titles published by Dunvagen Music Publishers Inc. - MCPS

Title track 2 on CD and inlay: Vessel.

Barcode and Other Identifiers

  • Barcode (Text): 042281 404221
  • Barcode (String): 042281404221
  • Rights Society: BIEM / MCPS
  • Label Code: LC 0407
  • Other (Distribution Code): PY 899
  • Matrix / Runout: 814 042_2 00 L7 Made in the E.U. by Cinram Optical Discs

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December 17, 2006
edited over 11 years ago

This is perhaps one of the most apocalyptical opus ever made in the history of soundtracks, a requiem for the dream of man, and the man inside his own dream. The music made by the genius Phillip Glass is certainly touching in many ways, very descriptive and relentless, very poetic and at the same time hard as a rock. Simple but direct in its own minimalism.
Koyaanisqatsi, the soundtrack for the movie of the same name by Godfrey Reggio, is a requiem for humanity, a narration of our unbalanced present life and a projection of our almost immediate future. A testimony of our fragility and easy fragmentation. A question for our crazyness and at the same time a natural explanation of the causes and effects of our natural destiny in the universe. The ways of modernity in its unaware moments of failure. This is the apocalypse.
It doesn’t matter what we did, or what we thought, what we left unsaid, or undone.
Or what we wanted, what we needed or loved, or hated.
All our illusions, our fears, our beauty and our insanity, our greatness and our greed,
Will perish. And our memories would be just ashes in the wind, and in a couple of million years there will not be a trace of our existence, unless perhaps for a few rocks from our now presumptuous constructions.
This could be the explained reasoning behind this masterful piece without words, this neoclassical jewel made of infinite brilliance. Fabulous orchestrations, choruses, excellent use of electronic devices to accompany the whole piece that confronts the listener with peaceful moments to vertigo, to violence and decay and finally into doom…
A must for the apocalyptic children of today. Let’s hear the apocalypse prefigured while we watch it happening through our windows.