Bad Guys Get Dead -Space Cadet: Galaxy Edition

Review by Karl Magi

Overall Album Impressions

Bad Guys Get Dead’s Space Cadet: Galaxy Edition revivifies the original Space Cadet 3D Pinball game and acts as an homage to the Visual Pinball X recreation as well. Bad Guys Get Dead reimagines the music for the game as an exciting journey across the universe, encompassing a galactic battlefield vast and deep. The mixture of classic hardware synth sounds with complex tonal and timbral interactions, along with Bad Guys Get Dead’s unique balance of musical styles, creates a listening experience that fills me with intergalactic thrills.

My first observation on Space Cadet: Galaxy Edition is that Bad Guys Get Dead evokes all of the danger, victory and emotion of a war across the cosmos. His atmospheric combination of different synth textures with intriguing sonic profiles and melodies that convey the story results in music that is immensely engaging. I feel compelled by the imagery of a battle for survival amongst the stars, complete with lurking threat and pulse-pounding action. As the tracks unfold, I am pulled deeper into the tale and find myself full of intense enjoyment.

Bad Guys Get Dead composes tracks which tell the story of Space Cadet: Galaxy Edition through well-crafted melodic imagery. Each melody captures some part of the tale that unfolds—from the initial contact with the enemy to pulse-pounding combat, and from a sense of deep fear to victorious energy. Each melody adds to the storytelling and propels the music forward with dynamism and deep respect for the original feeling that permeates the pinball game upon which this album is based.

The way in which the different synth music styles with which Bad Guys Get Dead is conversant combine on Space Cadet: Galaxy Edition adds to the complexity and completeness of the sound. He can move from thrilling cinematic-style tracks to portentous, terror-drenched dark synth with ease, and as he does so, the album gains from his skill and familiarity with the different genres of synth-based music.

My Favourite Tracks Analyzed

“Intro” comes to life as a narrator lays out the story of the game with drama as a raging synth lacerates and quickly twirling notes move above thick bass. The wildly twirling tones only add to the tense stress while subterranean sound pulsates. Intensely spinning notes move with the sound of a space launch, upping the sense of danger as the narrator unfolds the dystopian tale of terror. The slicing notes cut and the echoing vocals move.

A colossal low pulse and a laser zap open “Launch Training.” A mysterious, reverberating synth oscillates in a rapidly shifting pattern while round-sounding notes bubble and the beat seethes. Tripping notes bounce while a sense of intense concentration permeates the minor key, wobbling notes. The percussive pulse is ferocious while a snare drum leaps above it.

Now the wandering melody is joined by a dark choir, only increasing the sense of fearful emotion while the bass tears with sharp claws. The drums smoothly throb as the descending notes are rejoined by the open-sounding, disembodied synth which carries a portentous sensation and compels me as it does so. The track ends on crashing drums.

“Target Practice” commences as a fulminating rumble charges with unremitting force and a chopped-up melodic pattern ups the sense of rushing speed. The entire track accelerates with overbearing danger, creating a feeling of imperative action. The choppy synth trembles with barely contained power while the rhythm attacks. Elevated notes echo with worried concentration while the computerized-sounding synth moves in robotic lines.

The percussion-heavy track fills me with excitement, while the medium-high notes compel me to imagine a thousand alien threats. As a functional piece of game music, this creates incredible sensations of the need to act. It paints a vision of deep space combat with a deadly artificial intelligence entity.

Raging, cavernous sound slices with razor edges and distant sounds ring like a glockenspiel to kick off “Re-entry Training.” The propulsion is relentless as massive drums explode and the angry bass growls heavily. Tightly wound, bleeping notes flash as the grounding pulse propels the track forcefully. Glockenspiel-like tones echo as a hissing sound patterns through.

A feeling of being battered by gigantic forces permeates the music while the creaking synth rapidly rotates to contribute a sense of approaching challenges. I enjoy the way in which this track evokes the rough ride of planetary re-entry while the wandering, randomized synth slashes and fades.

“Satellite Deployment” opens as deeply undulating bass moves along with terror-laden synth, radiating dark menace. In contrast, the broadly waving synth pours out brighter tones, shaped by a surging undercurrent. As the bending notes catch with distorted light, they carry arpeggios which arc and slide with intense motion.

The tripping drums create a powerful pulsation while the piercing luminosity of the lead synth pours out light like a distant supernova. Tension radiates through the music while rippling synth shines with the brightness of a sun in the firmament of space. The heaving rhythmic pattern thunders as the ghostly synth drifts with peaceful but ferocious illumination and a reverent sound rises in the background before the track ends.

“Bug Hunt” starts with an oppressive sublayer pulsation and seething notes trembling above it. A sense of anticipatory threat permeates the music as the foundation bubbles dangerously, creating the sensation of approaching combat. The drums are massive as they punch flatly, and the angular note pattern vibrates with barely contained readiness. Smoothly rippling synth slides above the dark foundation while the drumbeat hits hard.

I’m drawn to the feeling of constant, creeping evil as the heaviness below batters. Fragile notes trickle while the attacking drums create a contrasting pulse. An impression of seeking out targets and striking them down fills the music before it ends.

Imperative, lacerating synth moves with assaulting drums to open “Rescue Mission.” The tonal pulse adds urgency to the colossal undercurrent, while the bass cadence locks in with razor-sharp notes rippling through, heightening the sense of danger. A guitar echoes, drifting into space.

After a trembling, computerized tonal pattern tumbles, the deep tones continue to slash and the drums guide with angry strength. A sense of palpable rushing grabs me as an elevated minor-key melody squelches and snarls. The main line has a determined quality as it presses forward, infusing the track with a mission-driven energy before it ends.

“Nexus Probe” begins with a juddering weight as a ringing xylophone joins broadly trembling 8-bit tones drifting with smooth, ghostly grace. Warm notes levitate like starlight while the jumping bassline and drums lock into a steady heartbeat.

A wistful emotional touch fills the music, flowing with encouragement and positive energy. I feel compelled by the melodic content as it jumps with a laser-like edge. Oscillating tones move beneath happily singing bells that exude crystalline light. The underpinning shifts as springy synth ripples between stereo channels, flooding the track with radiant energy. Sharply flashing sounds glimmer like light from a planet’s edge while contrasting chords add a faint shadow before the piece ends.

Thundering, thumping drums join a wildly flashing synth that creaks and tumbles to commence “Andromeda.” The main melody twists while the sonic bedrock rumbles with dramatic authority beneath pulsing drums.

Bending synth rapidly wriggles as the low end heaves ferociously. Computerized tones rebound with spaced-out energy, shaping a strange atmosphere against the muscle below. I enjoy the steady swing of the bottom end as flaring, slicing tones rove through the track and the drums explode.

After a brief pause, bizarrely twisted synth echoes as the drums slap hard. The piece is imbued with oddity and an otherworldly strangeness as percussion throbs with steady force. Above it, alien synth leaps and writhes before silence falls.

“Xara Multiball” comes into being as typing sounds move with harsh digital grating and a slightly broken supporting framework. A violent launching sound begins as vocal cuts move with the galactically churning synth that slices cleanly above massively hitting drums and thick bass.

The bright synth scuds past with choppy energy, radiating light as orchestral hits jump with barely contained force. Jittery dynamism fills the throbbing music as the drumbeat pounds. Angular notes jam through the track while the shifting architecture explodes with massive motion. Computerized notes with a blue-screen glow glimmer as heavily cascading underpinnings growl. Weight and muscle define the bottom tones while the cascading percussion bursts onward. A palpable gut punch hits me as the track slams to an end.

A warning message starts “Black Hole Threat” as surging sounds fill the track with dark import. Twirling arpeggios contribute to a sense of ever-growing danger as the bass adds forceful fear.

Churning notes scream with horrified tension as the rippling synth entangles with another layer of terror. The low sonic fabric is steeped in cosmic horror while the continually spinning arpeggios heighten the sense of approaching menace.

The way this piece exudes pure darkness draws me in and fills me with unease. A tightly wound synth deepens the dread, while flatly shivering notes add palm-sweating anxiety. Guitar notes churn and growl as the screaming synth howls with unmitigated fear, low sound creeping like shadowy fingers to grip the listener before the music finishes.

“Escape Destroyer” opens as rapidly speeding bass is joined by calling sounds that float into the void. The seismic pulsation steadies and drums strike with punk rock energy.

Urgent notes shift in tremulous lines, creating a sense of dramatic acceleration. Synth chords are impatient and powerful as the tumbling meter repeats. A sensation of fending off relentless attackers radiates through the music as the drums smash.

Slowly drifting tones roam with haunting sensations while the broadly vibrating bass locks in with an endlessly repeating, alarm-like motif. The track shatters to an end with unbelievably ferocious energy.

Reverberant drums move with a cascading, slashing synth and sharp-angled bass to kick off “Recon Mission (Alien Menace).” The synth slices with razor-sharp anger as a quickly churning root vibration presses forward.

Lurking enemies loom out of the darkness while ferocious, raging notes cut deep. The track seethes with anger and shadow. Beneath it all, I feel myself filled with nervous energy as the unwinding synth shivers and gashes, radiating pure menace before silence falls.

“Security Breach” opens as rushing metallic noises clash into the void. The drums bounce as the underpinnings reverberate with Stygian heaviness and raised notes wriggle uncomfortably. As the bottom-end pattern rumbles and throbs, a twisting guitar howls with nervous emotion and a spinning synth weaves together distinctly unsettled sensations.

The percussion wells up as the cascading synth is joined by blinding notes that exude terror as they smear through the music. The deep low tones throw up as the synth slashes angrily and the guitar roams with spectral sensations, filling me with worried anticipation. The raised notes shatter like glass as the beat smashes and the guitar churns with barely contained horror before the track ends.

Shimmering notes join the charging guitar with aspirational dynamism to flicker like a ship’s hull in the light of a distant sun to commence “Maelstrom (Triumph).” The xylophone radiates victorious luminosity, shining like the hull of a spaceship as the glistening guitar flashes with uplifting positivity.

The percussive throb presses hard while the guitar cuts through the music cleanly, carrying me along with a feeling of triumph and successful battling. As the shards of light splinter like refractive starlight above the heaving support structure, open-voiced notes vibrate and the track leaps to an end with uplift.

Conclusion

Space Cadet: Galaxy Edition soars across vast galactic structures in a ferocious space battle. I am drawn into the tale and injected with an adrenalin rush as the album unfolds.

The Quiet Decay: A Meditation on Creativity in the Age of AI (Part 1 & 2)

Written by Chris Magdalenski

The Quiet Decay:
A Meditation on Creativity in the Age of AI From an Unreliable Narrator Pt. 1

I love technology. From as far back as I can remember being utterly fascinated with even the most basic tech gadgets. Be it my Little Professor Calculator, my Speak and Spell or my first interaction with a Radio Shack TRS-80 computer, (I am truly dating myself here) I spent a lot of time pushing buttons and mashing keys in pursuit of… Something.

Now the keys push back.
Offering it little more than a few sentences, the machine hums in response,  hours of potential work eliminated with a handful of keystrokes.
And suddenly the line between tool and creator begins to blur.

AI art is astonishing. Terrifying. Beautiful in the way a collapsing star is beautiful — incandescent, destructive, impossible to ignore. What once took months of painstaking craft can now be summoned in seconds, called forth from a void of algorithms and memories - some say borrowed… Others say stolen.

But in this speed there is loss.
The messy frustrations of practice.
The painful imperfection of trying and failing.
The soul, or at least the illusion of one.

I find myself staring into these machine-made visions with awe and unease. They feel like echoes of something familiar, yet uncanny in their precision — like seeing a dream I didn’t know I had, painted for me by something that has never truly dreamed.

Is this creativity, or its simulation?
Does it matter?

Perhaps art has always been a dialogue with ghosts. We borrow, we remix, we imitate, we evolve. AI is simply the newest ghost in the room, louder and more insistent than the rest.

And yet…
There is still something quietly decaying at the edges of it all.
The patience of brushstrokes.
The sacredness of mistakes.
The slow burn of mastery.

Maybe the real question is not what AI can create, but what we will let wither away in exchange for the spectacle.

        •     •     •

Now, for the sake of this experiment, some honesty… A sizable chunk of the text above was generated using ChatGPT. As someone who has recently added “AI Ethicist In Training” to the about section of their LinkedIn it would be downright egregious not to mention this. The ethical consideration of AI has become a subject of great interest to me, most likely due to the fact that I’ve had to deal with it in both my day job as a UX designer and as a longtime visual artist and musician. Over the course of the past year a large part of my job involved designing software that integrated artificial intelligence into the products my company sold. The work was both interesting and challenging, providing not only valuable career experience, but also an entry into understanding how this technology works at a rudimentary level.

However, while I enjoyed the work I couldn’t ignore the discourse coming from those opposed to humanity’s latest achievement. Watching the reactions from my artist communities on social media made it plain that any technology that so blatantly took the humanity out of the creative process, all while stealing from flesh and blood artists’ work was not going to be received with open arms… It was a tide of voices that I wholeheartedly agreed with.

But at the same time being the fan of technology that I am, artificial intelligence still intrigued me. It’s newly developed ability to push pixels together to create fully formed pieces of “art”, to shape sound into complete songs, to thread words into what became the first half of the article was fascinating and terrifying.

Because just as much as I see potential in what can be done with AI, I also see the massive amounts of damage it could do, both to ourselves and to society as a whole.  

I have more thoughts on this to be sure, and the goal with this piece was not subterfuge, not to create easy content just for the sake of views, but rather as a way to more deeply investigate my own feelings about this new tool and the its ramifications on not just my own creative pursuits, but of humanity’s in general. To push myself, (and possibly others) to question these technologies from all angles in the hopes of having a clearer view of the future that is barreling towards us at breakneck speed.

All of which is to come in part two.

The Quiet Decay:
A Meditation on Creativity in the Age of AI From an Unreliable Narrator Pt. 2

I assure you that no Artificial Intelligence was used in writing this part of the post.

If you’re here I’m going to assume that my previous article didn’t annoy you enough to give up reading and put my name on a list of traitors to both art and humanity. The irony of having a machine give its “thoughts” about what its place should be, (if any) in pursuing creative endeavors is not lost on me, however the experience did help to refine some of my own thoughts around this issue.

In the process of creating part one, I fed ChatGPT the first paragraph, a few sparse notes on voice, tone and theme, as well as a couple of previous articles I had written for further reference on writing style. Upon reading what it gave back to me  I was hit with a tidal wave of rather complex emotions with all the force that one would expect when coming face to face with potential obsolesce. But while I’d love to say that revulsion was top of the list of those feelings, that wasn’t quite the case. 

Yes, as someone who was recently laid off from his tech job in no small part due to the somewhat dubious promises AI makes to desperate C-suite executives, there was plenty of revulsion involved, right alongside fear and resentment, but I’d be lying if I said those were the only feelings I had. Even though what it gave me wasn’t going to come close to winning a Pulitzer, and was undoubtedly just an amalgamation of sentiments stitched together from the work of better writers, I couldn’t help but to feel that the possibilities of this technology as a tool in a creative’s toolbox were there.

As someone who considers themselves an artist, the fact that I even entertained the idea of experimenting more with AI as a creative tool was, to quote Darth Vader… Disturbing. Especially when I could make a solid case that one of the reasons I lost my job was because someone felt that using “tools” like this could save their company some money.

After finishing part one of this piece I took a short break, collected my thoughts, and mulled some things over. It didn’t take long before I came to some conclusions around how I was going to proceed in using AI in creative endeavors going forward. It starts with a simple premise…

Our creativity makes us uniquely human. Once we cede too much of the process to the machine, we run the risk of losing part of ourselves.

I realize that this is not a new idea. And with how much machines have already become an integral part of creative workflows, it’s going to be something of an ever shifting line that’s always up for debate. But I believe that line and those debates are going to become as important a part of the process as someone sitting down to write a novel, paint a portrait, or craft a song. 

Because now that all of those things can be done to some extent with a few keystrokes, part of the creative process could well become the ability to avoid the temptation of letting the machine do the difficult parts for you. For some this will be easy. Maybe for others not so much. I’m not here to cast judgment on that, or to start to delineate the line between genuine human creativity and something else. But as time goes on, and these “tools” get better and better I think that temptation to use them for more and more is going to become harder to resist. We’re already see it playing out now, and while that’s certainly not unexpected it should give us pause to think about what state humanity will be in ten, twenty or fifty years down the road.

Will we have found a balance between the creative of man and the utility of machine. Or will that part of us have decayed so much that it is barely functional?

WHITNEY TAI - American Wasteland

Written by Vero Kitsuné

Whitney Tai returns with her third full-length album, American Wasteland—a raw, unflinching portrait of resilience where beauty is carved from pain, and chaos becomes fuel for perseverance. Written with collaborator Tommy Hatz, who also produced the record with Tai as co-producer, the album doesn’t just confront desolation—it transforms it into what Tai calls “weapons of mass creation.”

For the album’s visual world, Tai teamed with acclaimed photographer Joseph Cultice, whose imagery captures the haunting beauty of nature reclaiming urban decay.

Blending dark pop, rock, and electronic textures, American Wasteland is both immersive and transformative. Tai’s honey-coated golden voice and words scatter like seeds across barren ground, breaking through grief and doubt until the wasteland blooms with unexpected life.

Here are some of our top picks from the record:

Perfect Storm is a soulful pop-rock ballad that channels both vulnerability and strength, weaving intimate lyrics with soaring emotion. With imagery of storms, rivers, and bridges, the song captures the fragility of trust and the struggle to hold on when everything feels uncertain. The swelling melodies mirror the push and pull of love under pressure, making the track both cathartic and deeply relatable. It’s a moving testament to weathering emotional turbulence and finding shelter in connection.

On the titular track American Wasteland, Tai trades ethereal elegance for a grittier, raunchier edge, delivering a hard rock punch that smolders with defiance. Her vocals—reminiscent of Sarah McLachlan, but rawer and more unrestrained—cut through the darkness with striking intensity against a backdrop of the controlled, tantric chaos of guitar leads. The song’s visceral lyrics and driving energy capture the chaos and decay of modern life, transforming disillusionment into something fierce and unforgettable.

Rhea delicately drifts on lush guitars and whisper-soft vocals, feeling like a moonlit confession. The lyrics—full of desert flowers, lonely moons, and tidal longings—trace a tender search for belonging and the fragile hope of reunion. It’s intimate and cinematic, folding quiet longing into gentle crescendos that seem to linger. A bittersweet lullaby for anyone chasing connection under a vast, starry sky.

Slumber Party unfolds over cascading guitars and glimmering synths, evoking a hazy, 90s-inspired nostalgia that feels both intimate and wistful. The lyrics float between playful memories and bittersweet reflection, capturing moments suspended between reality and reverie. Tai’s airy, emotive vocals weave through the instrumentation, adding a soft, nostalgic glow. It’s a warm, neon-lit, immersive track that feels like revisiting a dream you half-remember but can’t quite let go of.

Aura unfolds like a quiet dream layered in lush, atmospheric textures and tender, aching vocals. Its imagery of fading auras and fractured bonds feels luminous and haunting, like light breaking through stained glass. A stirring rap verse by Nahhdahh cuts through the haze, grounding the ethereal soundscape with raw honesty and edge. Together, they shape a song that glows in the shadows—fragile, wistful, and unforgettable

Sequoia closes the album with delicate guitars and silken, luminous vocals that float effortlessly over a luscious soundscape. The track gradually crescendos into a grand, cathartic release, turning introspection into a soaring emotional climax. Its lyrics explore perception, freedom, and the weight of modern life, painting vivid imagery from skyways to sunlit mountains. By the end, Sequoia leaves listeners suspended between reflection and release, a gentle yet powerful finale.

American Wasteland delivers a tender, shimmering refuge amid the chaos of our times. Whitney Tai’s poignant lyrics, lush arrangements, and beautifully layered instrumental performances craft a starlit, glittering portal—a place to pause, reflect, and lose yourself. The album balances grit with grace, turning desolation into something vividly alive and emotionally resonant. In a world that often feels on fire, American Wasteland offers both escape and a reminder that beauty can still sprout from barren desolation.

For more WHITNEY TAI, visit: https://whitneytai.bandcamp.com/

Damokles - Then Again

Review by Karl Magi

Overall Album Impressions

Damokles’ Then Again is another album shot through with his unique style, in this case tinged with rave vibes and a futuristic outlook. His inimitable vocal performance is joined by his unmistakably crafted synth sound and usual melodic chops. The end result is music which is a hell of a lot of fun and brims with personality and charm. I could definitely see myself putting this album on repeat.

Of course, no Damokles album would be complete without his ear-catching mixture of strong vocal performances, a sound like no one else’s and songwriting which is quirky and explores topics most people don’t think much about. As a result, each song pours out characterful energy and tends to convey unique messages with an entertaining spirit.

A dance floor–filling feeling permeates Then Again. It’s a sound I find appealing. I enjoy the massive rhythm’s throbbing pulsations along with the bright energy of the layered synths. All of the different sounds are well thought out and mixed together to create a very ear-pleasing sonic experience.

Another element that adds to the overall quality of Then Again is Damokles’ melodic writing. He crafts catchy melodies that convey emotions with immediacy and vibrant joy. A sort of magical spell is performed when he writes melodies in which my mind is transported across the soundscape to engage with them and feel them in my heart.

My Favourite Tracks Analyzed

“Immortality” comes into being as reverberating notes echo while a voiceover talks about extreme life extension. A tumbling, cascading rhythm shifts with enigmatic sounds drifting hauntingly above rapidly trembling synth and pulsating low end weight. Trailing notes shiver before the ecstatic melody rockets out above the punching rhythm and Damokles’ deep, expressive voice calls out.

Arpeggios whirl with tension as laser-light sounds flicker and bright chords shine while the low end accelerates with great weight. The lyrics ask, “Who wants to live forever?” and “who can give forever?” Damokles’ resonating voice carries the darkly shaded melody as expansive notes flange through the music with rotating energy and the dance-floor-pounding beat throbs.

Mechanical sounds clank as the rhythm grows in forceful motion, robotically clunking and driving while the raised synth slashes with lightning flares. The electrifying low end pushes the track to its conclusion.

Computerized sounds knife in with angular motion as a seething pattern establishes itself to kick off “Resurrection.” A warning sound sweeps as the rhythm becomes a steady force, accelerating with galloping motion. A pulsating sound repeats with insistent energy while Damokles’ rumbling voice carries the enigmatic melody over a dance-floor-friendly beat.

The synth in the background vibrates with danger as the chorus rises with unbridled power, the rhythm becoming unavoidably trance-inducing. I enjoy the darkness within the vocals as the steadily bursting beat makes me want to move. Flaring notes vibrate beneath the catchy chorus while the low end is broken by snarling, raging sounds full of growling threat. Angular, digital-sounding synth twirls as the irresistible pulse drives forward.

Delicate sounds drift as endlessly whirling tones spin together and the track pushes on with unstoppable force. I can imagine a crowd jumping and dancing while the lyrics speak of the endless search for the return of the dinosaurs. Nervous tones vibrate as the snare drum continues to pulsate before the track finishes.

It’s been 65 million years since the last dinosaur walked the Earth. Our storyteller says that “eons passed and the mountains rose,” but now the dinosaurs might get a second birth. We’ve been “obsessed since we discovered them,” and we’re not going to stop until we resurrect them.

We’ll “bring them out of the stone, out of the sand, ’cuz we collect them, bring them back to the world to see if we can coexist.” After unearthing their remains, we name them and display them. The narrator admits, “As things are turning out, they might live to see another day.”

Scientists have been searching for DNA to recover the dinosaurs and the narrator insists, “Give it time, because we won’t rest until they are finally really here.”

“The Sword of Damokles” begins as metal clashes and bouncing, resonant synth carries a tightly spinning melodic pattern. A blacksmith’s anvil rings as a melody dancing with light sweeps, while the backing choir calls out with reverence. The rhythm is exciting while Damokles’ deep, compelling voice carries the mysterious melody.

I’m enamoured of the way in which Damokles drives the chorus with triumphant, yet darkly powerful energy above the flowing pulses beneath it. The beat subdivides as metal rings and bending notes twist. A rising, tightly spinning sound is joined by drums that thump heavily, while Damokles rumbles the words in his shadowy, stentorian voice. The chorus leaps out again, poised like a sword’s honed blade.

Now a signature keytar solo flies with victorious, arcing energy, electrifying the music while the low end continues to push forward. Once again, the chorus reverberates with dramatic expression before the song closes out.

Just when you think you’re in control, the narrator says you ought to look above your head to “see the steel, feel the cold,” because the sword of Damokles is suspended above you and it’s “hanging just by a thread.” He reminds us to remain conscious of the fact that the sword dangles there, and always will. He concludes, “When the climb feels too easy, every move falls into place, you can feel its presence and your pulse starts to race.”

A piercing tonal pattern oscillates with dramatic intensity to kick off “Infinity.” Dense shadows hover below the climbing synth which glows with galactic light while the raving groove punches. The words are carried by Damokles’ unmistakable voice, wrapped in a melody full of cosmic mystery.

Rough edges cut as Damokles calls out. A rising tone ramps up as the drums charge and the singer’s wonderfully enigmatic, deep tones transmit the haunting melody while notes radiate with the light of distant cosmic structures. A flat, tripping percussive pattern drives as the supernova glow of the synth undulates in angular motion. Chimes glitter like nebulae and Damokles carries the mysteriously twisting melody as trembling notes glide and the song ends.

Imagine that every time you stand outside and look up at the sky, someone out there is looking back at you. The narrator adds that “the reflection of yourself will multiply, every movement that you make will be repeated too.” As he talks about infinity, he points out that “Infinity is anything existing many times, anytime will always come again.” He concludes by saying that if you glimpsed it “you would surely go insane.”

“The Universe is Waiting” starts with the classic Neil Armstrong “one small step” speech before a fulminating synth pattern trembles below a deep voice-over and the frolicking low end punches forward. Exuberance explodes from the stomping drums as the melody flies on a warmly expansive synth, resonant with joyful fire, while the bass cadence presses on.

Orchestral qualities fill the rising synth, molten and full of intensity, while the unstoppable low end pounds. Elevated notes blast out while the charging drums smash hard. Damokles speaks about a future that will involve travel beyond the stars. Flipping, twirling synth shines while the pounding beat intensifies before the track comes to an end.

Dark notes move as the voiceover speaks of activating a “Synaptic Interface.” Bubbling notes rush as the windy sweep grows in power and tumbling notes move. The beat is aggressive while the seismic bass charges and the melody accelerates with thrilling dynamism. Damokles has a haunting and powerful tone as the pummeling bass and ticking drums push on.

After an exhalation, a digital-sounding synth rocks with explosive motion and an 8-bit sound bleeps. Sensations of an unbelievable future fill the voiceover as raised notes shimmy with a melody full of hopeful, progressive motion. The vocals echo with mysterious feeling while the rhythm pumps, driving the muscled low end.

High notes cascade with digital light as the rushing beat pulsates like fiber optic signals. As the words echo, I feel myself full of future premonitions while the mechanized low end throbs. The twisting synth wriggles with a smooth, futuristic sensation while Damokles chants and the song comes to an end.

We’ve been given a synaptic interface by scientists and the storyteller says, “It will change the world we live in, the entire human race.” We’ll be able to “be who you want to be, see what you want to see.” He says that as we “emerge from reality, we’ll finally be free.”

Conclusion

Then Again is a worthy album for Damokles to bring back to life. It has a fresh sound compared to his more recent work, different enough while still retaining what makes his music such a great experience, along with songs that genuinely entertain me.