What would be the movies without intensifying, often only really plasticity-creative music. Especially the horror film, so subconsciously create them in its effect depending on a vibrant atmosphere, often deployed without the sound master, creating the dazzling goosebumps exciting sound universes difficult its effect. Anyone who doubts that, once the look on an artificial masterpiece like Dario Argento's "Suspiria", Brian DePalma's "Carrie", or any John Carpenter classic "Halloween" The Fog "or" Prince often Darkness "without music track, and the disillusionment is striking. And also a Leone milestone as "Game me the song of Death" would be complete without the shrill harmonica sounds that are probably better known than the film itself, perhaps, no gentle breeze in the Western desert, but would immensely forcefulness less unusual orchestration lose. Composers such as Pino Donnagio Goblin, Claudio Simonetti, Ennio Morricone and especially John Carpenter create filigree, threatening, then monumental images in my head, to address again the right heart, soul and intuitive gut feeling. And precisely the latter is an incredibly great genius to produce pure with own instantly recognizable stylistic devices Kopfkino. John Carpenter's best films give a vibrating unit from hypnotic camerawork, light setting, trenchant sound effects and exciting story. Pulsating drifting is often staccato Ryhtmus, deep it gets stuck in the emotions, and can not escape to. The synthesizer sounds of his great works are in their eighties overall lifetimes punchy, nervous, then lurking spherical intensity heard unforgettable. Now, the master of fear, handed in some of the most signal classics in the modern horror genre, for the first time presented a studio album, in which he completely independently composed of a movie script. Who "Lost Themes" inserts into his stereo, the remains of the mouth are open, how grand Carpenter remains one hand and his soghaft beguiling sound universes eighties faithful and on the other hand, how self-confident, powerful and multifaceted, he will also find more than ever wonderful dream entwined incorporating passages in his tracks, which would have "Blade Runner intro" made a Mike Oldfield, Alan Parson, Tangerine Dream or Vangelis honor. Carpenter is back and although no celluloid product sound is eruptions basis, you feel in the cool eighties restored immediately, could Snake Plissken, the rattlesnake, stomp even to these sounds through the dark Moloch New York, slitting a killer with a white mask Babysitter , ghostly mist over Bodega Bay crawl, or awaken the evil in an ancient church. "Lost Themes" has become a black pearl. The fantastic, sometimes staccato, then again by arabesk dark poetic piano melodies, or sacral choirs counteracted atmosphere creates a floating eerie beauty of the bizarre, mysterious. We drop, close your eyes and be carried away in an elegant, powerful universe of fantasy. Like fireworks on the black sky pours every melody and every sound cascade, Carpenter can always vary anew its ingredients. The timing, the catchy repetitions, the voltage generation, the stomping rhythm until Creszendo, small details that always surprise the ears, sucking us inexorably into spherical dimensions, creates dream scenes in the mind's eye. Subliminally scary, thereby often tenderly filigree, then powerfully tempered, so to present these tracks. Carpenter has here proved a truly magical hands and presented an album that would be enjoyed best in a loop once heard. Eccentric and also supported by great knowledge of the own capabilities of this album is so precisely arranged as possible, while relaxing in itself resting and also to some extent pleasantly nostalgic. Carpenter knows exactly what he can do, and we know what we have a talent at the gaunt pictures and sound artist. The only individual that still casual, of course, now carries a monstrous Porn bar above the upper lip, the few white hairs tangled in the craggy face and thereby more charisma exudes than any yogurt Kasper who thinks having to rausepilieren each stunted hair individually from the cheesy chicken breast. At the age are one the laughable Sperenzchen IT Society matter. Because red wine is as old one, getting better, and therefore, thank you Mr. Carpenter, you old sock Synthiepop-. "Lost Themes" is a grenade and so cool, they were long gone.
