This is music for the fresh early morning, or for sultry moonlit midnight; in fact, for every waking moment soothed by the soft harmonies in our headphones, revived by acoustic rhythms, aching, intricate, on the radio. To lull, then to rouse us to feelings once lost, now reawakened pristine new. The seamless fusion of ancient echoes with the unprecedented future flickering ahead, always leading us further “to seek new worlds”.

Bilateral have been forming musically all their lives to be ready for this very moment. All that experience is here – it’s true, Roger Waters and Eric Clapton would be proud; songs that appoint our own path to this new mode of supersonic transport. There is sadness, sure, but no pessimism (Ok, Roger?); there are mystical chords, but no raw pain (Ok, Eric?). Instead, “you kiss your ghosts and fears goodbye” to float up into the light and air “with healed wings” and “start to fly”, with mind mesmerized and exalted by crystal imagery of hope and peace.

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Dream on. “Juggling dreams” (2) – No, Fernando, none do fall! Your composition is perfect; all your dreams are here intact for us, wreathed in simple word and sound. This is music for the fresh early morning, or for sultry moonlit midnight; in fact, for every waking moment soothed by the soft harmonies in our headphones, revived by acoustic rhythms, aching, intricate, on the radio. To lull, then to rouse us to feelings once lost, now reawakened pristine new. The seamless fusion of ancient echoes with the unprecedented future flickering ahead, always leading us further “to seek new worlds” (3).

Bilateral (curious name for a trio) have been forming musically all their lives to be ready for this very moment; the distillation of their rich experience into a whole much more than the sum of their individual selves. All that experience is here – it’s true, Roger Waters and Eric Clapton would be proud, but now it’s come to such fulfilment that these could only stand aside respectfully, and admire. “Step aside of the road” (2) appoints our own path to this new mode of supersonic transport. There is sadness, sure, but no pessimism (Ok, Roger?); there are mystical chords, but no raw pain (Ok, Eric?). Instead, “you kiss your ghosts and fears goodbye” to float up into the light and air “with healed wings” and “start to fly” (3),