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Definitely, pure contemplation. Winding thin thread around the thin fingers... Long entwines with long, dead merges with dead. The circulation of warm air, remaining in meditation... what my awareness of the fact that I don't know is...?
High class ambient. I go beyond the sounds, beyond the frames of recording, beyond the silent remaining in myself, beyond myself in remaining. At the moment I'm listening to those breaths of the dead for the third time and I'm glad that I'm not in suspension. I want to listen to what they're saying. Gently, subtly, though impatiently filling the space with the darkness.
After the last traumatic experiences with the cover of an album I'm happy that I wasn't given a chance to know the visual fulfilment of these perfect sounds. I enter the world of the creators of this project totally unaware then. At the beginning it seemed too neutral as I concentrated only on it, on its first layer. The first layer is nothing more that the recording of the sound, that's clear I believe. It's an invitation, perhaps a bit shy, to open oneself. The first time is only a congealment with a big question mark on your forehead. It's entering into oneself, accepting the invitation that provides the music image of the meanings;the colours important only to us. In order to know the part of advantages of "Contemplatron" better it's worth going deeper. Now it's slightly after midnight... How great it is to breath in the rhythm, inertness, in congealment of the night. Yes, to describe the music as the night's companion would be accurate. I recommend it to all who like such exhalation. My favourite track is "Insatiable greed". It sounds as if it was suspended somewhere in the void of the universe, only the separate sounds suggest that there is an elusive life passing close to me. A little creature who observes me all the time. Like a distressing radar: perhaps it really has something in common with the insatiable greed. Sensational elements are also to be heard in the track "Permanent ignorance". Like a howling of "something": a wolf or other wild creature, somewhere far beyond us. "Enslaving desire" nicely corresponds with the motive building "the action" consequently.
The only thing I wonder is... is it the specific "blurring" of thoughts? The tread doesn't want to unfold at times... I loose my way; it's not about transcendence. It's about what it invites to and what it cannot always cope with. Perhaps my mistake is that I compare it to  Raison d’etre or Cophnia, Lustmord. It's just that the way Contemplatron presents us with seems wide, straight and visible up till the horizon. Sometimes I stumble over a big stone, so it's worth going that way.

Track list:
1. Mantra
2. Innerscapes
3. Molecular mandala
4. Horizon of perceptions
5. Vast subdimensions
6. Shape recycling
7. Paranoic hatred
8. Insatiable greed
9. Permanent ignorance
10. Enslaving desire
11. Wrathful jealousy
12. Lazy pride

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