'Sea of Sand' casts off with droning bass and crackle-pop percussives, adding mystique with arpeggiated synth-organs that help conjure up a lost-in-a-desert feeling. Hmmm... bubbly prog-techno. This is slightly intriguing yet simultaneously vague, but it is different, and quite possibly very suitable warm-up gear for your early evening set.
If by now you've managed not to fall asleep in your sand-pit, 'After Love' is attempts an alternative, but this tastes of Bedrocky salt with the cringe factor set to high: it’s really just drifty, meandering prog with not the slightest traceable element of techno. A track that promises so much but in the end fails to deliver and I am not feeling this one at all.
A dubious effort then from the one time Macabi Tel-Aviv footballer who doesn’t quite bring a touch of the Middle East to Germany. One can forgive Sven for wanting to relive his trance days through Gerber, and Cocoon has always had that sense of magic and conjuration so I can see the allure of signing this one. Hypnotic or yawn-inducing? It's a far cry from 'Stoppage Time' for Gerber though, who provides more bazaar than oasis in a sea of sand.