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Tracklist

A1 Creation Centre
A2 Pipe Dreams
A3 Low Tide
A4 Construct
A5 The Ice Factory
A6 Simultaneous
A7 Long Lost Brother
A8 Modulate
A9 KBT
A10 Stray Cat
A11 Photon
B1 Pyramid Theme
B2 Further Out
B3 The Experiment
B4 Electron
B5 Frequency
B6 Randomize
B7 Spatial Geometry
B8 Breathe
B9 Balance
B10 Outer Reach
B11 The Lost Chamber

Notes

An initial numbered batch of 20 come with brown paper inserts & a two-tone blue/yellow cassette shell. The remainder are russet or pink shells with white paper inserts.

Also available as an mp3 download if bought directly from the label.

Other versions

Category Artist Title (Format) Label Category Country Year
MM073 Pyramids Of Space Pyramids Of Space ‎(22xFile, MP3, 320) Mordant Music MM073 UK 2014
MM073 Pyramids Of Space POS ‎(Cass, Ltd, C90) Mordant Music MM073 UK 2014

Pyramids Of Space - POS FLAC album

Musician performer: Pyramids Of Space

Title: POS

Country: UK

Date of release: 2014

Style: IDM, Techno

Genre: Electronic

Size FLAC: 1430 mb

Rating: 4.2 / 5

Votes: 294

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