Spaceheads & Max Eastley

A Very Long Way From Anywhere Else

JG Ballard is dead. The land was barren before and is barren still. The space between destination and destination is simply in our heads. We are filled with space and sounds from memory. When we are going nowhere fast this music keeps the pace nice and slow. Melancholic but not too sad, ruminating but not too sullen, uplifting without exaggeration, flowing like tattered ribbons blown from trumpets, trembling like a Theramin in the wind, acoustic and meta, symphonic, drums without repetition. Stasis charged with static electricity. Ambient with a blast.

Bip-hop. 2007