The name charmed me .. . .. the album cover intrigued me . . and the music captivated me . . . from the first tic-toc like note . . . I knew I had to follow . . . running on tip toes . . . through the steamy streets of the city . . . a haze of amber in the skies . . leading me deeper into the maze of streets, highways and buildings . . . bewildered yet excited . . . I dreamed that somewhere else was calling me . . a stream of workers filled the streets . . rescued from the dead of night . .. they marched to unseen orders and unheard music .. . . pieces of the city . . . fitting together making the whole . . . like the music . . . where we find ourself . . . as we travel through the city . . streets like scars run through and buildings like carbuncles grace the face of the earth . . here lives this cluster of humans .. . “Park” was an astonishingly unique, exotic and windy place . . its music divine and delicate filled with the shrieks of the wind goddess as she finds her place amongst the tall trees of the and the green expanse . . “Factory” was a real clattering affair . . . deep and dark . . . where all the workers go to toil and produce the gadgets and the gidgets so desired by the population . . . An intriguing music. . . full of energizing notes . . and dreams and stories . . . ending all to soon . .
Feel the vibe and methodical nature of man’s greatest creations. Runaway to construct a dreamscape skyline in your mind one phrase at a time. Maciej Bether provides a note for every bar in every railing, every window in every sky scraper, every crack in every sidewalk. Enter the Clockwork City!