ABOUT THIS ITEM
What if the Voyager space craft became sentient? Would it destroy humanity? Who is to say it wouldn’t become the most far-out musician of the galaxy? Expo ‘70’s sonic reach seems to extend past even the concept of space/time itself. One Eno Eon past normal, the patter of Expo ‘70’s dark matter squeaks and moans in wave forms, like the Doppler buzz of an armada of flying fortresses piercing through the black vacuum. A fiery comet tail of piercing Kraut flavoured psych trails behind. The whistles of cosmic winds commingle with acid fury as the Expo ‘70 command craft slowly leads the armada in for a truly great gig in the sky. Ambience morphs into a monstrous, heavy psychedelic blaze colour of Big Bang proportions. Eventually, the searing doom-crush folds in on itself until, once again, only the spheres below us.