Terry Riley

Terry Riley
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Reassessing a piece of music you’ve grown up with is a form of time travel. Listening to the earliest recording I have of this album as I write these words encourages an active step through the portals of my youth, traversing thirty years of parallel sonic worlds. As a teenager the impact upon hearing these hovering bees nests of keyboards swirls, trippy itchy percussion and droned pitches was immense. My listening habits have always been diverse and when I first heard this I was immersed in a world connecting King Crimson, Cabaret Voltaire, Throbbing Gristle and Brian Eno, all of whom I now realize had drawn from this rich pool of invention. Riley’s work always offers me a moment of suspended animation, a timeless loop, that unites past with present, and whose ingenious voice can be heard beneath the surface of much contemporary electronic music from The Orb to Boards of Canada, from Animal Collective to William Basinski. Bliss was never so easily attainable.