Germany, 1978, Berlin school
I sense nothing of the artist in this music, and that’s a good thing in my estimation. Like the music has left him behind—and therefore ascended far beyond Nietzsche and all the other dead dudes who got progressive electronic tracks named after them. The music runs on and on, through narrow channels, until it pours out into open realms without boundaries, its swiftness converted into expansion.
Museum Musica 