Ljubo D.
I'd gladly write the reviews you suggested but since you didn't publish my last review on 300000 VK's TITAN, one that took me quite some time, I don't see the point - unless you can provide me with some sort of an explanation as to what transpired. Thank you.
Ljubo H. D.
TITAN is full of secrets and enigmas, its sonic self functions both as an evacuation unit and a teslian probe designed for discovering the secret spaces. For it is Space that this music is composed to.
That austere region around Saturn to be precise.
To be even more precise, Titan - one of the moons of Saturn.
The very one that caught the sci-fi imagination of Kurt Vonnegut some years ago.
But whereas Kurt's media was strictly sci-fi, TITAN feels more existentially magickal.
I can think of few folks, even among magicians, that be able to spontaneously project to such depths and distances, to such "cold" evirons, but, then again, 300. 000 VK were always ahead of most and few alike.
One of TITAN's enigmas is the artwork. If on the outside it looks as a simple upgraded appropriation (The Isle of the Dead) the true mystery lies inside the CD box.
The background shows the space. Done in a sublimely visceral manner.
And in this space hangs a figure with bare feet that looks like - Jesus Christ!
At first, this took my breath away for sheer surprise. But then I remebered the Gnostic teachings.
Even if the human race is a mistake, there are those among them, incarnated across the rings of time, that one is bound to in terminal love.
It is this very love that, in TITAN's case, provoked a response, triggering an artistic journey into space. Its object: the search for a better place, a place of/for better art and stronger love.
In this sense, TITAN is a sacrifice, not just a simple sonic offering.
Because this journey, this composition, this composing, is far from easy. Some automatisms exist, our technology, that help us move along the way, that much is true, but in times of quantic-chao Peril there is no auto-pilot to rely on, just the conflict between soul and Spirit.
And even if the musical ship of TITAN flows smoothly, the consciousness remains exposed at all times.
Perhaps the Gnostic Christ functioned as shield, as protector on this trip?
As a fellow traveler, perhaps mentored by Nikola Tesla?
Or as someone that was kidnapped by the TITANIC probe in order to be thrown away as garbage, disposed of in the unforegiving depths of Mir?
For Space = Mir.
("He was disposed of in the depths of Space, thus he ceased to be a pestilence on planet Earth.")
For there are (at least) two Christs: Satan against Satan.
This is sacrifice.
I hail the Earth trodden by 300 000 different noises that were capable of such an offering, listening to their music I feel the trip was sublime joy and sublime agony, in characteristic humbleness dedicated to Gustav Holst.
Holst also made a few steps into space, in his own way. But whereas he projected as an academic, trapped in the skeletons of Newtonian physics, the 300 000 VK project and journey for dear life, searching for a place where to lay down their holy heads, even if only for a fleeting moment.
You think you can join them? You believe you can listen to these sounds and yet remain a nonentity?
You may, but in order to make this sojourn you must be prepared to loose the burden of your life.
For this is TITANIC Love.
Travelling in direction of even stronger Love.
Propelled forth and back by means of TITANIC Love.
Die Liebe ist die grösste Kraft die alles schaft.
