Walking through the jungle they approached the great pyramid which overlooked the dense greenery of the tall trees. The heat was suffocating and hard to withstand, it was the middle of summer and there was little breeze or chance to catch a breath amidst the damp, swampy undergrowth. As they approached the ancient brickwork they noticed sketches and markings carved into the old stone - mantras lost to the depths of time from long ago. They had once meant something to someone, somewhere but not now. They were old and the last stories of a generation buried beneath the rubble.
The Cyclist appears on a new compilation forthcoming on Tropical Animals. The Florence based label captures the spirit of the underground and rave culture across a broad release which spans a wide remit of sounds and experimental electronics.
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