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Time stops when you put it...
Imagine it's 1981 and Martin Rushent and Giorgio Moroder produced Travelogue.
What would that sound like?
Parralox have produced a loving recreation of The Human League's classic 2nd album "Travelogue" using analog synths including the Roland System 100, Matrix Brute, Fairlight CMI30A, Sequential Circuits Pro One and Jupiter 8.
Travelogue is also available as a Limited Edition 4 CD (Super Deluxe Fan Bundle)" and features 3 Bonus Limited Edition CD-Rs:
CD-R 1: Parralox - Hotter (Luminiferous Remixes) (Limited Edition)
CD-R 2: Parralox - Remix Series - DMT Berzerk 2 (Limited Edition)
CD-R 3: Parralox - Megamix 2017 (Limited Edition)
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lyrics
The Black Hit of Space
Written by Ian Craig Marsh, Phil Oakey, Martyn Ware & Philip Adrian Wright
Verse 1
Been out all night, I needed a bite, I thought I'd put a record on
I reached for the one with the ultra-modern label, and wondered where the light had gone
It had a futuristic cover, lifted straight from Buck Rogers
The record was so black it had to be a con
The autochanger switched as I filled my sandwich
And futuristic sounds warbled off and on
Chorus
The Black Hit of Space
It's the one without a face
It's the one that doesn't fit
You can only see the flip
The Black Hit of Space
Sucking in the human race
How can it stay at the top
When it's swallowed all the shops
Verse 2
As the song climbed the charts, the others disappeared
Til there was nothing but it left to buy
It got to number one, then into minus figures
Though nobody could understand why
Repeat Chorus
Monologue
I couldn't stand this bland sound any more so I walked towards my deck to turn it off
All I could see was the b-side of the disc
Which had assumed a doughnut shape with the label on the outside rim
I reached for the arm which was less than one micron long
But weighed more than Saturn and time stood still
I knew I had to escape but every time I tried to flee, the record was in front of me
Chorus 2
The Black Hit of Space
Get James Burke on the case
It's the hit that's never gone
Time stops when you put it (on)
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