greece's panos alexiadis floats through future waves like a glass cipher ready to morph into a cosmic sprite. "the gateway" is just that. first you taste the sequencer-laced candy, rising-and-falling in succession like the perfect lucid dream. melodies bring down the clouds with cathartic rejoinder. alexiades is perfectly content kissing the sun and swimming with the analog sharks, letting the crystal clear sonic seas do all the talking while he holds his breath until infinity. welcome to the magic hour
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