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| A1 | – Hiele | Birdwatching | 5:34 |
| A2 | – Polysick | Misolidio | 3:02 |
| A3 | – Rembrandt Redandt | Blankenberge | 1:18 |
| A4 | – Soft Focus | Momentum | 3:36 |
| B1 | – Aloïs R. | Twee Beren | 0:41 |
| B2 | – Milan W. | Glaasjes | 3:46 |
| B3 | – Fregnacciarius | Ferragosto | 4:38 |
| B4 | – Elko B. | Verletztes Reh | 2:59 |
| B5 | – Hantrax | Walking With Raven | 2:55 |
| C1 | – Jonny Nash | Head Is Clearer | 7:22 |
| C2 | – Gigi Masin | Starshine | 5:54 |
| D1 | – Suzanne Kraft | Still Sick | 7:12 |
| D2 | – Hiele | Buchla For Sunday | 1:37 |
| D3 | – Componium Ensemble | Kats | 2:10 |
| D4 | – Roger 3000 | Nuptiale | 3:24 |
Artwork – Victor Robyn
Liner Notes – Robert Harris
Mastered By – Frédéric Alstadt
Liner Notes – Robert Harris
Mastered By – Frédéric Alstadt
Presenting the 3rd edition of our EXO series. The Exoskeleton.
The world outside resonants metallic. Its activity humming calm harmonics. I am in stasis. Liquified. Receiving alien signals. Unseen universes translated into sound. Notes bend like light reflected in a curved, hard surface. Sine waves as my sinews stretch. Muscles form and tie. Limbs from this soup. Pain is not the word for it. This flux. I am detached from my body. I listen to it bubble and evolve. Guessing at my shape. Serene. Yet I grow impatient. Anxious to be free as the world vibrates. I have my life to be getting on with after all. How long have I been in here? What will I find when I emerge? Celebrations? Or stamped on like a roach? Will I be wonderful with colour and wingspan? Dancing for a mate. I wonder as I wait and change. Change and wait. Would I be content on a diet of dirt? It goes like this. My thoughts in circles. Dream chasing worry. Worry chasing dream. Waiting to be reborn. Maybe I`ll soar. Riding warm swells on Summer days. Or will I dwell in the dark? No use for eyes. Only smell. Tasting the air for a sense of direction. Will I find myself one of a hive? Or will I remain alone? Expanding to crack this shell. Forcing myself out into the sun. Everything rings different in the light. I am slow in the warmth. A breeze drying my soft skin. Transforming it. Tempering it to steel. Polishing it until it shines. You can see your face in it. But I can`t see mine. Still left to suppose the presence I present. Old friends won`t recognise me. And I won`t recognise them. Remixed, remodelled, restructured. Bold explorers discovering purpose anew. Before all I did was eat. First steps I stumble. Unsure of how many legs I`ve got. The Sun seems to sing her reassurance. Her welcome. My joints clank and rattle. Like those of a machine. I move stiff and robotic, but swiftly now. Here comes the rain. Heaven cracks back to throw its shower against my armour and I feel invincible, immortal. Impenetrable in the private fortress of this exoskeleton. Shrugging off a god`s tears. Blood races. Oxygen pumps. What passes for a heart, this heart, is strong. With no measure of time, I busy myself with the business of being alive.(Text by Robert Harris — banbantonton.com)
All tracks written and produced by the artists stated in the tracklist. Double 12" vinyl (180g) released in an edition of 500 with printed inner sleeves & download cards.
The world outside resonants metallic. Its activity humming calm harmonics. I am in stasis. Liquified. Receiving alien signals. Unseen universes translated into sound. Notes bend like light reflected in a curved, hard surface. Sine waves as my sinews stretch. Muscles form and tie. Limbs from this soup. Pain is not the word for it. This flux. I am detached from my body. I listen to it bubble and evolve. Guessing at my shape. Serene. Yet I grow impatient. Anxious to be free as the world vibrates. I have my life to be getting on with after all. How long have I been in here? What will I find when I emerge? Celebrations? Or stamped on like a roach? Will I be wonderful with colour and wingspan? Dancing for a mate. I wonder as I wait and change. Change and wait. Would I be content on a diet of dirt? It goes like this. My thoughts in circles. Dream chasing worry. Worry chasing dream. Waiting to be reborn. Maybe I`ll soar. Riding warm swells on Summer days. Or will I dwell in the dark? No use for eyes. Only smell. Tasting the air for a sense of direction. Will I find myself one of a hive? Or will I remain alone? Expanding to crack this shell. Forcing myself out into the sun. Everything rings different in the light. I am slow in the warmth. A breeze drying my soft skin. Transforming it. Tempering it to steel. Polishing it until it shines. You can see your face in it. But I can`t see mine. Still left to suppose the presence I present. Old friends won`t recognise me. And I won`t recognise them. Remixed, remodelled, restructured. Bold explorers discovering purpose anew. Before all I did was eat. First steps I stumble. Unsure of how many legs I`ve got. The Sun seems to sing her reassurance. Her welcome. My joints clank and rattle. Like those of a machine. I move stiff and robotic, but swiftly now. Here comes the rain. Heaven cracks back to throw its shower against my armour and I feel invincible, immortal. Impenetrable in the private fortress of this exoskeleton. Shrugging off a god`s tears. Blood races. Oxygen pumps. What passes for a heart, this heart, is strong. With no measure of time, I busy myself with the business of being alive.(Text by Robert Harris — banbantonton.com)
All tracks written and produced by the artists stated in the tracklist. Double 12" vinyl (180g) released in an edition of 500 with printed inner sleeves & download cards.