An enchanting wind whispers your name. It calls you back and forth unto yourself. It speaks of you, like you, but is unknowning yet eternal. You're name carries with it the pleasures and sorrows, victories and defeats, you bought and sold. Watching the time pass, you float upward, seeing you laid out bare before you, and it...nay, you, are a beautiful sight to behold. Stephen Savage
I discovered Max Cooper during a really weird time of internal change and realignment.
It felt a bit like this music fueled the process in such a strong way that I wrote a poem about something I can´t really describe in words.
This blend of science, mathematics, technologie, visual art, the ideas behind the single songs and electronic music just brought me pure joy.
If there is ever a chance to whitnes on of your instalations/ shows - I´ll be there.
Also waiting for a repress of Emergence! Whisdoms End