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Analogue heaven, modern tech, pretty lights – sounds like the best synthesizer on the market.
Many may disagree, after all taste is a personal thing. But, I just can’t see how anyone could turn this on, play its keys, twist it knobs and not find beauty and fullness of sound. The clip here is a small track I made from the Poly Evolver using its FM synthesis, it in no way represents the depths of this machine.
Nice. Sounds very Prophet VS, but also very unique. I like your site!
Nice of you to have found the ambient depths of Evolver. In my experience the Evolver can be very quirky and therefore hard to tame.
The thin woman strolled down the neon-lit streets of China Town in the late afternoon. The anger of hell was unleashed in a wind storm causing the thousands of wind chimes to stir abruptly. The light tune of the chimes were calming “cling… clang… klink!.. boom…” were the tunes that traveled through her ear canal sending a quiver to her spine. When she truly listened there were other noises, she could hear the sound of a scythe being sharpened, which related to her evident senility. Death, she thought, was what truly was making her spine shiver, she listened closer as if this had been a message from above, a warning. She heard the harmonious sound of xylophone being tapped in a truly gentle manner causing even the highest of pitches to burst out with unsettling grace. This, she expected was what will await her in the after life, true grace, unsettling peace, abundant joy.
Then, everything around her turned unnaturally dark and precise, she could see every tiny scratch in her skin, every imperfection in the seemingly new road, she could see everything. The scythe stopped being sharpened. The chimes turned blended into the harmony of the xylophone, becoming a hybrid noise that contained the gracefulness of the chines and the incredibly quaint notes a xylophone could only hit. There was a slight spring noise at the end of each thump. A new noise, a less graceful noise rang into her ears shattering her perfect concentration on the past pattern. This abrupt noise startled her to the point were her heart was nothing but a hum like the wings of a humming bird. It sounded like a clumsy giant who kept stumbling on his feet, and was attempting to walk along with the graceful beat. “Boosh! Boosh! Boosh! Bo-boosh! Clank…”
The rhythm continued, slowly trudging along and slowing as the raggedy woman’s pacing slowed. The scythe returned, now being sharpened more strongly. She knew what came next, the corners of her mouth turned into a twisted smile as the chimes were left behind. Finally, everything froze as she gently truckled to her final step and fell into the stunningly bright void, falling gently to an eternal place of pure peace.