Psytrance has a price. Those loving moments, that first kiss of psychedelic insight, how wonderful it all is. It is The All, nothing short of a Religion. God is in the room with you. That was how it was, that is how it will remain. This album was never meant to be released, but is indeed a rare gift from the aftermath of crazy times. Hard times. Wonderful times. I who write this was nothing but a friend, from childhood. We lived together when this music was created. As such, my message does bear some kind of holding, I presume. Fredrik, composer, the supreme creator of this album, total ear for music, lover of all kinds of music, even more a lover of all kinds of highs. (If you catch my drift.) When he fell in love with the psy scene in the early 90?s there were no holds barred. A no-give attitude. It was full-on or nothing. Completely at odds with most of the pack. The Oslo scene laughed at you, but you laughed back even harder. All the time. While taking a lot more than the Doctor ever recommended. The folly of the youth, the pride! Could they not see that complete higher level music could only be made if one had experienced true trance? How could a person not completely embraced in hundreds of trips even have a valid meaning about full-on psy? You took a hard stance, Fred, respected few, and went on to create your own utopia. Indeed this album?s name is about your many levels of trance, your sixth level: The Beyond. Georg; wonder at the keyboard, researcher of sound, creator of the weird. I remember nights, long away from the living room, where I had to stand up and tell you to stop hammering on the keyboard. You had earphones on, completely lost, experimenting for days on a single sound. Cigarette in hand, always, coffee, always, no alcohol, no drugs, ever. Just plain crazy, in the best of ways. Those voices in the wall asking for a Coca-Cola were oh so real for you, you never needed the kick. It was always there. Crazy wonderful diamond you were, still are. Psytrance has a price. The deeper you dig, the harder it strikes back. Over time it devours souls. There is a God to be found in that 303, but there is also darkness. After a thousand trips, there is a price to pay, and Fredrik paid the ultimate price. This album is not a tale of good news. It is not a testament to all that went well and the hope of what can become. There is no talented ?old time Goa? interest fueling this. There is no second album. This is it. It is one tale of what happens when you truly embrace the full-on: uppers, downers, screamers, laughers, multicolors, all-arounders, all the time. I am the messenger in this, the friend, silently watching, going to yet another funeral in the cycle of life and death. All your friends, all my friends, all the music, all gone. They say life has a tendency to love the musical genius gone dead, but for this album there is no celebration, no world who sees what they?ve lost. If you ever even listened to, and liked, this album, you are among the few who can even digest it. Genius or not, this is no music for the masses; it is old fashioned, a decade old or more, frozen in time, an image of an era gone by. I love it. For me this is brilliance, wonderfulness. For me this is Goa. For me this is the essence of full-on. It is not my music, but it is my life. This is the masterpiece that was never released, a testament to the pre-2000 era of Goa. I am biased, of course, I loved the ones who left, they were my best friends, I think about them every day. I see not the bad, but the good. But this is not about me. It is about Fredrik and Georg, as mental as they ever came, and their many years of great times creating all of this. They had a blast while it lasted, and I think it shines through. Such a shame it didn?t last longer. I leave the last word up to Frederik himself. On the last days we met, we sang of full life to the Lou Reed song ?Perfect Day?. He looked at me, arm stinging. I was so sad of it. But he sang, with eyes full of joy, and looked at me... ?I thought I was someone else, someone good.? And you were... rest in peace.
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