Boundaries Of Infinity

I was really feeling this album, the vibe is on some rebel spaceship running from the man...or in the future the cylons vibe
Keep experimenting on that Synth

Things have apparently moved on with those scientists, as they now try and account for that indiscernible void that permeates all. Calling it dark matter and the title of this album says it all. There are Boundaries to Infinity, in terms of what we can know. Transcend is a nice track, good sounds ricochet around the room and herein is a clue, that part of knowing the 'answer', is a very personal experience and inherently subjective. Then, onto Decoding a Masterplan. Again, empiricism can only take us so far into the unknown. I have grown to believe that the more we analyse something the more we distance ourselves from our ultimate goal, creating layer upon layer of comprehension between us and the interminably elusive 'it'. The closest we can get is dismantling DNA and promising us a tweaked master race. History tells us that's a bad thing, does it not. We are quick to persecute Germans when Nazism played with eugenics but it's acceptable for Americans and the Genome Project to give a false promise to parents to alter their prospective, prodigal childrens abilities. Having a high IQ is not all it's cracked up to be. Takes more than a dictionary too!

Beyond Singularity, again staying true to the experiments in sound using what is now almost traditional technology, such is the proposed 'progressive' in the various wicked arts of technological design and reworking. Where does it stop? Usually when the profit margin dips sadly. Is there, through that singularity, a parallel world that does away with all this 'knowledge' and is a place full of real wisdom. Or, is it worse. It could go either way, I think. That this album tells a story, is interesting. A search for something, a superstring theory, a T.O.E. and like I said the harder we look, although we get nearer it is at an exponentially miniscule dispersement of closeness to an answer.

There are 10, not 4, kind of captures the essence of what I am trying to say, while this artist says it musically. Remember when there was a time that atoms where the smallest thing we knew existed. That apparently was down to our technical ability to 'see'. Now, we are striving to investigate further, into a subatomic world, full of quark, strangeness and charm. Funny how we fall back on poetic linguistics to describe what we fail to fathom. Maybe the poets and literatii had it in the first place. Try reading Paracelsus again perhaps? Even with the likes of Zohar, comparing our quantum investigations into a form of self-therapy. It kind of makes sense if those are our building blocks. The essence of our 'life-force', our drive to exist. Electronvolt, has a quaint air. A delicate sense. And, makes me think of Shelley's Frankenstein. What was needed to animate the corpse? What disappears from the body, when death occurs and entropy takes over? Where is your soul then? Even as we decay on the whole, within us there remain little sparks of life as molecules adjust themselves to suit the situation. We are after all, just a colony of such animalcules, bent on survival.

The last track, Void. Leaves us perhaps with the answer to it all. Where the scientists are now saying that dark matter consists of something like 98% of all that surrounds us. That puts us in quite a high percentile, and if you are like me, an even higher one. A minority within a minority, that seems like a majority, but that's just anthropomorphism. We should listen more to the likes of Sheldrake and his morphic resonance and leave an element of trust in that what we try to do, cannot actually be done. If we discovered the secret to life, what would we do? Patent it and commercialise its employment to our own twisted ends. It would do us no good. Which is where the void comes in. It puts us in our place, in the grand scheme of things and that turns out to be not quite so important as our misunderstood consciousness would have us believe. We effectively pull the rug from under our own feet, forgetting that we fly around on a magic carpet. This is a fantastic album, I like its style and expression. I like the fact that there is a cogent point to it, entertaining, enjoyable and instructive. Or maybe for the majority of the minority, just a free album to relax to. We don't use enough of our grey matter as it is, so if the latter, what kind of a waste is that?