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Tracklist

How Acla Disappeared From Earth
The Woods Are Alive With The Smell Of His Coming
We'll Witness The Resurrection Of Dead Butterflies (Three Moons)
Sleeper: The Blue Towers, The Copper Bells, Ghost Ribbon, The Unknowable Index
Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window

Versions

Category Artist Title (Format) Label Category Country Year
NAOS 01 Cyclobe Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window ‎(LP, Album, Ltd, Whi) Phantomcode NAOS 01 UK 2010
NAOS 01 Cyclobe Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window ‎(CDr, Album, Promo) Phantomcode NAOS 01 UK 2010
NAOS 01 Cyclobe Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window ‎(LP, Album, Ltd) Phantomcode NAOS 01 UK 2010
NAOS 01 Cyclobe Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window ‎(LP, Ltd, Art + CDr, Ltd) Phantomcode NAOS 01 UK 2010
NAOS 01 Cyclobe Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window ‎(LP, TP, W/Lbl) Phantomcode NAOS 01 UK 2010
NAOS01CD Cyclobe Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window ‎(CD, Album) Phantomcode NAOS01CD UK 2011
NAOS01CD Cyclobe Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window ‎(CD, Album + CDr, Ltd) Phantomcode NAOS01CD UK 2011
NAOS 01 Cyclobe Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window ‎(CD, Album + CDr, Ltd, Art) Phantomcode NAOS 01 UK 2011
NAOS 01 Cyclobe Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window ‎(CD, Album + CDr, Mini, Ltd, Fri) Phantomcode NAOS 01 UK 2011

Tracklist

1 How Acla Disappeared From Earth 4:15
2 The Woods Are Alive With The Smell Of His Coming 17:31
3 We'll Witness The Resurrection Of Dead Butterflies (Three Moons) 4:38
4 Sleeper: The Blue Towers, The Copper Bells, Ghost Ribbon, The Unknowable Index 10:22
5 Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window 7:44

Companies, etc.

  • Recorded At – Strange Hotel
  • Mixed At – Strange Hotel
  • Produced At – Strange Hotel
  • Mastered At – Skye Mastering
  • Copyright (c) – Cyclobe

Credits

  • Artwork [Back Cover And Disc] – Val Denham
  • Artwork [Front Cover] – Fred Tomaselli
  • Artwork [Gatefold And Insert] – Alex Rose
  • Design [Back Cover And Disc Artwork From A Design By] – Paul Bonet
  • Mastered By – Denis Blackham
  • Performer – Cliff Stapleton, John Contreras, Michael J York*, Thighpaulsandra
  • Photography By – Ruth Bayer
  • Recorded By [Uncredited], Mixed By [Uncredited], Producer [Uncredited], Performer – Ossian Brown, Stephen Thrower
  • Typography [Calligraphy] – Geoff Cox-Dorée

Notes

Our very special thanks to Graham Duff for his generosity and encouragement over many years, and to Russ Oroonie for his kind gift of the title 'The Woods Are Alive with the Smell of His Coming.'

Dedicated to Jhon Balance, now traverser of the aeons.

Thank you: Peter Christopherson, David Smith, James Mannox, Steve Pittis, Antony Hegarty, David Tibet, Ginger Cofield, Irene Bradbury, Christopher Rawson, John Marchant, Andrew Wilson, Daniel McKernan, David Knight, The Crows, Susan Norris & James Norris, Moff, Jordi Devas, John Slater, Anna Thew, Paul Jackson.

Recorded, mixed, and produced at Strange Hotel, South East coast of England, 2010, with additional recording on 'Sleeper' at Aerial Studios, Carmarthen, South Wales. Mastered at Skye Mastering, Scotland.

All tracks © Cyclobe 2010

Released in a full colour deluxe laminated gatefold wallet containing a fold-out poster and an insert with release notes.

Barcode and Other Identifiers

  • Matrix / Runout: NAOS01CD www.enconahead.com AB40322-01

Other versions

Category Artist Title (Format) Label Category Country Year
NAOS 01 Cyclobe Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window ‎(LP, Album, Ltd, Whi) Phantomcode NAOS 01 UK 2010
NAOS 01 Cyclobe Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window ‎(LP, Album, Ltd) Phantomcode NAOS 01 UK 2010
NAOS 01 Cyclobe Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window ‎(CD, Album + CDr, Ltd, Art) Phantomcode NAOS 01 UK 2011
NAOS 01 Cyclobe Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window ‎(CDr, Album, Promo) Phantomcode NAOS 01 UK 2010
NAOS 01 Cyclobe Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window ‎(LP, Ltd, Art + CDr, Ltd) Phantomcode NAOS 01 UK 2010


Cyclobe - Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window FLAC album

Musician performer: Cyclobe

Title: Wounded Galaxies Tap At The Window

Country: UK

Date of release: 2010

Style: Downtempo, Experimental, Minimal

Genre: Electronic

Size FLAC: 1863 mb

Rating: 4.5 / 5

Votes: 828

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