We were. We are. We’ll be. But Xmas night stops the passing time. We opened our toolbox and decided to take a long vacation from paranoia. Do you remember the tale about the blue and the red pill? We choosed to leave, in the sweetest manner. A deep, acid and warm set of angelic analogue sounds brought us far away, between the Bible and Hollywood. Felt like we were hearing the AM radio: incomprensible voices, sound pitches, choires of a distorted reality. We closed our eyes, pulled the plug and started to see lands we have never seen before, in few hours. Sand. Snow. Mountains. Cities. Skies. Cement. Animals. Military posts. Rivers. Blood. Trucks. Women. Poor peasants. Mercedes. Old dacias. Where have we gone?
When we came back, we understood we’ve been so far from home. We choose to present here our dreamy Orientalia speculations, instead of concrete Eastern impressions. The capability to imagine is still important for us. Fortress Europe already decided our reality. But we choosed to dream.
Welcome to Caucasian Frequencies, Plasticrane last effort to preserve an alternative Vision.
Proudly,
Z & G