Tracklist

A1	–Hiele*	Birdwatching
A2	–Polysick	Misolidio
A3	–Rembrandt Redandt	Blankenberge
A4	–Soft Focus*	Momentum
B1	–Aloïs R.	Twee Beren
B2	–Milan W.	Glaasjes
B3	–Fregnacciarius	Ferragosto
B4	–Elko Blijweert	Verletztes Reh
B5	–Hantrax	Walking With Raven
C1	–Jonny Nash	Head Is Clearer
C2	–Gigi Masin	Starshine
D1	–Suzanne Kraft	Still Sick
D2	–Hiele*	Buchla For Sunday
D3	–Componium Ensemble	Kats
D4	–Roger 3000	Nuptiale

Credits

• Artwork – Victor Robyn
• Liner Notes – Robert Harris
• Mastered By – Frédéric Alstadt

Notes

Presenting the 3rd edition of our EXO series. The Exoskeleton.

The world outside resonants metallic. Its activity humming calm harmonics. I am in stasis. Liquified. Receiving alien signals. Unseen universes translated into sound. Notes bend like light reflected in a curved, hard surface. Sine waves as my sinews stretch. Muscles form and tie. Limbs from this soup. Pain is not the word for it. This flux. I am detached from my body. I listen to it bubble and evolve. Guessing at my shape. Serene. Yet I grow impatient. Anxious to be free as the world vibrates. I have my life to be getting on with after all. How long have I been in here? What will I find when I emerge? Celebrations? Or stamped on like a roach? Will I be wonderful with colour and wingspan? Dancing for a mate. I wonder as I wait and change. Change and wait. Would I be content on a diet of dirt? It goes like this. My thoughts in circles. Dream chasing worry. Worry chasing dream. Waiting to be reborn. Maybe I`ll soar. Riding warm swells on Summer days. Or will I dwell in the dark? No use for eyes. Only smell. Tasting the air for a sense of direction. Will I find myself one of a hive? Or will I remain alone? Expanding to crack this shell. Forcing myself out into the sun. Everything rings different in the light. I am slow in the warmth. A breeze drying my soft skin. Transforming it. Tempering it to steel. Polishing it until it shines. You can see your face in it. But I can`t see mine. Still left to suppose the presence I present. Old friends won`t recognise me. And I won`t recognise them. Remixed, remodelled, restructured. Bold explorers discovering purpose anew. Before all I did was eat. First steps I stumble. Unsure of how many legs I`ve got. The Sun seems to sing her reassurance. Her welcome. My joints clank and rattle. Like those of a machine. I move stiff and robotic, but swiftly now. Here comes the rain. Heaven cracks back to throw its shower against my armour and I feel invincible, immortal. Impenetrable in the private fortress of this exoskeleton. Shrugging off a god`s tears. Blood races. Oxygen pumps. What passes for a heart, this heart, is strong. With no measure of time, I busy myself with the business of being alive.(Text by Robert Harris — banbantonton.com)

All tracks written and produced by the artists stated in the tracklist. Double 12" vinyl (180g) released in an edition of 500 with printed inner sleeves & download cards.

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