Reflections, by Mono Void

Reflections

by Mono Void

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12" vinyl version of our album. Pressed beautifully transparent with black splatters. Each piece is unique!
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1.	Egoist 03:33	buy track
2.	Out Of Reach 03:41	buy track
3.	Acrobat 03:20	buy track
4.	Ignorance 02:49	buy track
5.	Weird Encounters 03:02	buy track
6.	A Quiet Place 03:23	buy track
7.	Reflections 04:30	buy track
8.	Masterpiece 01:53	buy track
9.	Red Giant 03:35	buy track
10.	Interlude (Bonus) 02:42	buy track
11.	Ogaki (Bonus) 03:51	buy track

about

In the year 107 after earth two engineers, an architect and a designer aboard the Voyager 144 decided to make music as it was popular about 5 billion years before, immediately preceding the first climate collapse. It was called Rock. Why ever call music Rock? We now believe, that it was popular - as it is even now - to look back in time for inspiration. To be retro. Maybe they looked back to the then still very close roots of mankind, the stone age. It would explain some of the cruder aspects of this kind of music.
They spent a large amount of their time online. It was thought to be unhealthy and some few craved to be out of reach. Silly enough, they didn’t see the obvious coming. That was unhealthy. They ignored the mistakes of the past and even more shared an ignorance for the future. They were an egoistic people united in a belief in populism. Essentially pop culture turned into politics.
Still they were a happy people and had weird encounters at open air concerts. Dreaming of living in space, that achieving this would be their masterpiece. A Notion unconceivable to a modern human being.
But they certainly achieved it. 107 years after giving in to the red giant that was our sun by sling-shooting around the planets of our solar system like an acrobat, we have forgotten what it was to crave the silence in open air spaces. Dreaming of landing on a new planet to call home, scared of crashing down while seeing our own reflections on a natural body of water again after ages. Now the only quiet place we know is outside our spaceship wearing a suit. It is a painful silence out in the monotonous void.
If we are lucky, we will have trains once again, moving safely on a planet’s surface to take us from place to place. Hopefully it will take me someday to Ogaki, named after a birthing place of my forebears if the records are correct.