there is a yelling in -In your head-
before you run away, run away -In your head-
revolving -and- the illusion --and- your delight, shining bright
mysterious creatures, looking for your
powerful eyes, all the picture's they make, is in your head
sky-high satellites, drill in your mind
they need your secrets, it will cost you an illness, in your head
yellow-memory-foresee-memory -in your head-
you can find the open door
your pupils need a size like dark
open up your mind and you look; through the capsule
your energy eyes will drown the sky-high satellites and they are blind
Spökraket, like Tolkien's Dwarves, have dug deep into the mountain in search of psychedic gold, and struck a very rich vein indeed.
Heavy but nuanced, these tunes either rattle along with motorik power, or wobbled, as if entranced by dark magic.
The vocals, nearly submerged in the mix, softly menace like a corruptive spirit.
Such a shame these guys broke up, because they were really onto something. Still, they've left us with an album to savour.
Michael Mueller
This is a great, multi-faceted prog album. It sounds like it came out in the early 70s but it has no overt influences from popular bands in that era, though it reminds me of PFM and bands of its ilk in approach. The songwriting is varied and memorable; it’s very atmospheric, dreamy, gorgeous but also rocken (check out ARUA) and it surprisingly ramps up in intensity over the last two songs. Sinestesia sounds like proto-doom framed through the lens of late 60s psych rock. It’s quite the banger Smekermann