Space Weirdo: the eclectic pulchritude; the aggressive Canterbury; the quantum mechanics.
Nobody knew what was going on exactly, why hundreds of tracks were being recorded or if they would serve any purpose; but it was impossible to stop registering and compiling, there was an addictive fascination to it.
And then things got out of control. Picture the day in which you insert a small cog into a huge piece of machinery and suddenly the monster becomes alive. Space Weirdo had been born.
Just like all good newly-born behemoths, its first steps were awkward and some well-meaning decisions ended up in death and destruction. Realising, however, that death and destruction were usually more fun that well-meaning decisions, the unspeakable monstrosity established a reign of chaos, laying waste to any musical element within reach.
Awkward first steps produced Cosmonaut, a stroll through fields of track crops that spread like a venomous weed. The weed never ceased to be venomous, but tender loving gardening and sharp scythes managed to make it grow with orderly rhyme and orthogonal reason, in such a way that you could count the notes left to right, top to bottom.
The subsequent killing spree and premeditated violence resulted in Automata, a neuron-obliterating record. Automata and Cosmonaut are complementary; the existence of one is better understood through the analysis of the other and vice versa. Two sides of the same coin! The perfect cicle! A dog chasing its own tail! {Insert your own cheesy metaphor } !
So, what now?, our most impatient readers may ask. We can only offer a rather trivial answer to that fair question: the future is ripe with possibility.