Cool turbochaged Lamborghini gliding up ‘n down the landscape, that’s all black and pink and magenta. Everything’s flat ‘n cool and odorless.
No.
More like rusty dune buggy crashing through the ruins of a city that used to be.
HEAD IN THE MAGNETIC CLOUDS is a state of mind.
I was dancing, I was browsing
I was merely wasting time
What should I do, what should I do
I came across this pergament
I did not recognize
What did I see, what did I see
Handwriting seemed strangely familiar
The title was CONRAD SIEVER
There was music, there were letters
Young man’s heart and soul
I picked up my spade and sharpened my spear
Made music grow like grass
Dear estate of Edgar Lee Masters
Please don’t sue my…
No, what it comes to making music, I don’t have any rules. And by saying no, I of course mean yes, I have plenty of rules.
Here’s a bunch:
§9 – Completed tune must be like, really, really good.
§14 – Maintain a good posture.
§87 – Mellotron is not mandatory, albeit desirable.
§203 – Wear pants, unless it’s very hot.
§5678 – If at all possible, when working, try to have some fun.
DATES wrecks a few of these rules to pieces – it has both a modulation and a fade-out.
That’s perfectly fine, because of the following rule:
§1 Breaking these stupid rules is absolutely ok.
Take that, law!
Greetings from the world of Chiptune!
As you may already know, I’m mostly a C-64-kinda guy. Action-packed, hard-rockin’ riffs from the space that is.
However, SMALL-TIME EPIC here is made in the spirit of the opposite camp, meaning NES. (Nintendo Entertainment System)
So, what we’ve got here in chip-orchestral, adventurous, epic goodness.
And purple pumpkin kingdoms, pointy ears, horrible monsters in terrible mazes, evil villains and an inevitable happy ending in a colorful, fantasy world, where life is just a dream!
