Robots dream in the high alleys hidden in the bosom of cities of steel.

On orbital rings, lands are recreated, lush with willow-trees, teeming with colorful birds.

We think about the next move.

This is not rock music.

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This is not rock music.

This music originates in the future of the past. It’s roots lay in the robotic visions of Isaac Asimov, in the visionary insight of Fritz Lang, in the worlds spun from the imagination of Leiji Matsumoto.

Science Fiction Synth Pop.

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