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Your track of the year
Complete with your review of the track...
Infusion vs. Kate Bush - Running up that hill
Starting with a set of simple instrumentation the track quickly builds in layers. From the getgo you can hear the a haunting sample that sounds frighteningly similar to vocals. At about the 2 minute mark the tempo changes markedly and the beat gets a lot fatter, the sample in the background gets a bit more clear and seemingly louder. At about the 3 minute mark it feels like the song is "closing in" and surrounding you. Temporarily, the fat beat disappears and then shortly thereafter reappears with an even greater effect. It shifts around a bit, adding to a sense of urgency in the track. Quite literally by the 5 minute mark the song is a sonic jungle, and it is impossible to process all the information at once. At the 5 minute mark or so, the sample in the background just dissapears, leaving you (or at least me), wondering. At about 5'30" the vocal sample comes out in full force, now recognizable
"come on baby, come on darling... let me steal this moment from you now..."
The sample continues throughout the track until the 7'30" mark where it fades out in a reverberating fashion. From this point on the track is deconstructing what it built up.
In my opinion, this is a prime example of good trance, although it doesn't exactly fit the "buildup/breakdown" formula that is most definately a good thing. The rythymic and atmospheric shifts in the song build it up so much that by the time you get to the vocal sample your literally blasted by the haunting and somewhat enigmatic "message." In my opinion, it is nothing like the original "kate bush - running up that hill" which isn't very interesting at all. Infusion really did a number with this track.
note: OMG!!! I DIE, is not a "review" and by review, I really mean how you feel about the track and a little journey in your words through it
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the starry ejaculations of fireworks in the very pale sky of childhood
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Venus: Enter, enter here - men of all kinds and races, victims of reality!
You who have the thirst for dreams.
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Venus: You, on life's bitter road, drenched in hard sunlight who have the
thirst that once more the dark marvel of dreams... |
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