« Suddenly, fast moving objects appear at night, which do not resemble any organic lifeform; their choreography is accompanied by protecting ethereal singings. They count on youth, so that all individual structures of communication are condensed to a sole compact, fresh level. All are one but no one listens to the one.
Slowly and incessantly, black, viscous ashen particles are snowing the planet, in continuous transgression. Lights and colors stifle in a vacuum. Every lifeform assembles itself in the atmosphere to observe the spectacle. Now and then a sign of life penetrates through the fluffy substance into which a terrible insect – as big as half the planet – digs furrows with its legs. This is the night of the signal. »
Compiled & Mixed By – huge
Text By – Insect Commander [P+C 1995 Narcotic Syntax]
Design & Art Direction By – Mat Cook for Intro
Artwork [Spacecraft] By – Oliver Fuller