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V.I.M.TRONICA008 AIRBUS MODULAR-DEMAGNETIZED EP
V.I.M.TRONICA020 EYECAM-UNDERGROUND AIRPORT EP
V.I.M.TRONICA029 INFO-THE REMIXES EP
V.I.M.TRONICA034 RUIDO-THINKERS EP
V.I.M.TRONICA050 EYECAM-LET NO SORROW EP
V.I.M.TRONICA053 ZIPMIX-EVERYTHING EP
V.I.M.TRONICA070 AKASHA FX-AIKO EP
V.I.M.TRONICA079 BASTARDFOOL-DUBLIFE EP
V.I.M.TRONICA084 DEF[EZ]-UNITE EP
V.I.M.TRONICA089 ANDYAGE-DOT AT EP
V,I,M,TRONICA093 ANALOG SQUARE-THE ZEBRA K EP
V.I.M.TRONICA099 EISA DORE-AUTUMN EVE EP
V,I,M,TRONICA102 LUSKA-LOOSE ELEPHANTS EP
V,I,M,TRONICA109 ANDREW DUKE-ALL THAT GLITTERS EP
V,.I.M.TRONICA115 DEF[EZ]-UNITE EP THE REMIXES
V,I,M,TRONICA119 DEEPLY UNEXPECTED-I LIKE THE WAY YOU DON'T THINK EP
V.I.M.TRONICA123 SOULBOY-SALVATION EP
V.I.M.TRONICA133 LPX-JUST A DREAM EP
V.I.M.TRONICA143 HEADSHELL-CLOUDY MORNINGS EP
V.I.M.TRONICA149 AUDIO DROPOUT-CHUGG OFF EP
V.I.M.TRONICA155 HUMAN BOOT PROJECT-PICTURE OVER PICTURE EP
V.I.M.TRONICA160 KAWATIN-OVERNIGHT OVERWRITE EP
V.I.M.TRONICA165 DEF[EZ]-OLD NEW STUFF EP
V.I.M.TRONICA170 MIGHTY BOOGIE-DANCE GET SERIOUS EP
V.I.M.TRONICA175 iNGX-MISSING EP
V.I.M.TRONICA181 MECHANIZE-DRAGON FIST EP
V.I.M.TRONICA185 SOULBOY-THE MAYAN EP
V.I.M.TRONICA191 UNCONSCIOUS PERCEPTION-MIDNIGHT EP
V.I.M.TRONICA192 TEFFA-BACK IN THE OLD DAYS EP
V.I.M.TRONICA193 TRIAMES-DISTANCE UNINSTALLER EP (with STEREOPATHY remix)
V.I.M.TRONICA194 F-WORD-POSTLAID EP
V.I.M.TRONICA195 THE SPIDER BITE-IN THE BUS EP
V.I.M.TRONICA196 MIGHTY BOOGIE-RIDING THE CHAMPION SOUND EP
V.I.M.TRONICA197 LIME TIME-WINTER SENSES/MILLION WHITE LINES EP
V.I.M.TRONICA198 STUNAMI-SHAKIN EP (with BASTARDFOOL, KONOR remixes)
V.I.M.TRONICA199 HUMAN BOOT PROJECT-SHOOTING BLUE EP
V.I.M.CD003 VARIOUS ARTISTS-RADIO LUNATICA-ZONE 1: THE SPACE CADET
Compiled by ECHONOMIST, MR.LOOKMAN and PALE PENGUIN
V.I.M.CD004VARIOUS ARTISTS-RADIO LUNATICA-ZONE 2: MY GALACTIC DREAMS
Compiled by ECHONOMIST, MR.LOOKMAN and PALE PENGUIN
V.I.M.CD005 INFO-WE CHOOSE THE MOON
V.I.M.CD006 SOULBOY-CAN'T STOP WONT STOP
It all started as the Return Of The Super Ape. It was a New Moon period and The Clangers ruled the earth. Their leader Fox Lee Perry, a middle-aged abandoned duke having the scent of vanity and black orchid, haunted everybody’s dreams. When Lee Perry walked, his enemies cried. When he spoke, they died. I’ve been living into the never-ending gold Moroccan desert for many years now, leaving behind a legal fragile life and some really close friends like Willie Wonka (he loves Breaks), Mad Max, Luke Skywalker, Darth Vader and Sky Captain. Desert’s giving birth to strange and contradictory emotions like charm and fear, mystery and transparency. A feeble federal and a rather intrepid Space cadet were arguing right behind my neck and I was feeling really insecure. “Earth is more beautiful, you stupid cow!” federal shouts while threateningly pointing his finger to cadet’s face, “It’s got life and colors like icy white, like the deep blue of the Ocean and the grey of soil. It’s own color is like a song inside the black depth of Space. In my dreams this black has a velvet quality, it’s not dark, it’s something different”.
“Naaahhh” cadet disagrees, “Moon is better! It’s got the beauty of the desert as it stands unbeaten, unbroken and silver, it’s so beautiful…….like wonderful emptiness. Always hiding the one of its two faces”. I can see it coming, I’m sure that’s coming as the federal looks rapidly at me. “And you, Pluto, what do you have to say about that?” both of them looked at me ready for something more than trouble. The Clangers are usually silly and naïve, but, at the same time, extremely violent. When one of them asked you something, you know that your time for trouble had come. My father used to tell me that when a Star runs out of its hydrogen, it starts to die but due to nuclear reflections coming from its core, it stays bright. When it runs out of helium the reaction of carbon and oxygen begins. The Star is still alive but its surface begins to enlarge and freeze until it turns into a Red Giant. As billion years pass by the Star ends as White Dwarf and when switches off completely takes the image of Black Dwarf, invisible in outer Space. I was thinking that this was the time for a short trip to the Moon-my everlasting desire since the day I was born. The Moon…….and The Stars……and The Space………and some ancient Electronica songs that Silver Surfer gave me a rainy night in Soho-“take care my friend. These are some really cult anthems!”.
I smiled at them, grab my laser-killer gun, shoot twice and become an extremely dangerous wanted criminal in whole Clangers kingdom. Went back quickly to my igloo-desert house, pick up David Toop’s “Ocean Of Sound”, some Bill Braison’s traveler books, a copy of “2001: A Space Odyssey”, all episodes of “Star Wars” and “Planet Of The Apes”, two bottles of cool Chilean red wine, some fine cigars, packets of rolling tobacco and those Silver Surfer’s CD’s. Take a last look around me. The Sun was shinning behind pale gray clouds and desert was really beautiful. Give me the here-today-gone-tomorrow sub-sub dance genres and the avant garde. I’ll embrace them and be gone before. My spaceship is traveling at the speed of light!
Years later I’m still an unknown cosmic traveler surfin’ around galaxies and stars. I’m still here and I’m still dreaming:
“The smell of burning cornfields. Stock car racing and Swiss au- pair girls. It’s 1968 somewhere in south England. An elegant wreck of a Georgian mansion called Marden Hill has been turned into an artist’s community. Scarlet choirboys are terrorized by the children of painters, journalists, architects, explorers and racing car drivers. On Summer nights the villagers are scandalized by the sound of Dave Dee, Dozy and William wafting through the trees past midnight. In the Post Office there is talk of orgies to rival Nero’s. But when the police mount a raid they discover only quantities of children painted paperbacks, a pair of bloodstained trousers formerly the property of the Emperor Maximillian of Mexico, and a drawer of photographs of naked little girls with a covering letter from Salvador Dali. Even in Marden Hill time marches on. The Seventies arrive. The beatniks turn into hippies. The eighties arrive. The hippies become yuppies. There are debates about investment, quarrels about ownership. When a little parcel arrives from the police containing the Dali photographs they are thrown into a corner and forgotten until someone suggests cutting the signature of the letter and selling it.
“What about the photos?” says the former racing car driver, now an investment consultant.
“Send them to the kids-they still appreciate that stuff”.
“Our first marriages, remember. The kids we had then”
“Refresh my memory. What happened to them?”
“They went to London to play music. They call themselves Marden Hill. I got a postcard from William the other day. Seems they’ve made a record named after the mansion Dali build for Gala in Spain”
“How quaint. Well, send it to them, then. They will appreciate that sort of thing. Must be the way we brought them up. Lord the follies of youth!”
These are my galactic dreams, my company all those years. Without them I feel alone…….lost in a never-ending path that I’ve decided to follow……my only way to the stars! You know that it takes a lifetime of disappointment to turn a bitter man sexy, and this is the only truth.