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This album caught my eye and ear as someone who grew up living in a new town in Hertfordshire and now lives in new city in Egypt. The album encapsulates a sense of the doomed promise of such ventures, and the way in which such synthetic managerial ways to constructing a culture through architecture always sow the seeds of their own failure. The music resonates this duality perfectly - the beauty of the utopian dreams that birthed such cities, but the grim experience of their realities. nujumi
supported by 30 fans who also own “Magnetbandkassette K50”
Being a child in the 70s and early 80s had a certain spookiness to it. Spirits seemed more readily available. I recall a homesickness which would haunt me even then, as if I were from another place entirely. Life's a mystery which childhood makes even worse, so let us revisit it in all its haunting creepiness.
Who are the "pocket pavilions"? I can find nothing more other than this one song, and it's a very good tune I really enjoy. Apocalypse Devotee