By Octopi Mills
"Even more than with a band, the creative work of a solo artist is the direct and unadulterated reflection of recent experiences, a mirror of the soul, an undiluted reaction to their current life situation. This formula has always applied to German electronic music artist, composer and producer Klaus Schulze, and even if the astonishing number of albums recorded and released by him is virtually impossible to pinpoint (experts estimate the number of releases featuring Schulze to be at least 200, but more probably 500), his latest offering Silhouettes is no less special for the 70-year-old."

I felt this part of the promotional piece was worth quoting and well said in regards to speaking in print about a legend. Though I must admit I am not fully aware as much as I should be of such a fellow as this, I must extend respect and learn more of the man's legacy. I take the time to study on the man as I listen to the "ambience" of the album. I learn things like that he was  influenced by Richard Wagner; who in a sense was Germany and I also learn of his sort of pen-name and pseudonym to which he showed such an influence. I learn of his techniques of the Moog and mini-moog as well as his sampling. I begin to feel I have known the fellow as the music plays and wonder why or how? 

I remember Fenriz of Darkthrone and how he made “Neptune Towers” as such a tribute but still can't recall why I feel like I know the guy or why. I realize that the first song is 15 minutes long and that the time falls away like water from a spring, though it doesn't feel wasted. I think of my old psychologist and how when I no longer needed (or if ever I needed) his profession he became one of my best friends and then I think of friendship. I shift to thinking how brief our time was and how I watched him grow old and remember I have to call him for manual labor tonight. I think of how this music could be used to brainwash or heal people and am reminded of good and evil again. 

Then I realize this review could be my longest ever and know that I have to go with my call even though it might now be printed due to such...and that is understandable. I do this review as I do 99 percent of all reviews- listening as I write...and with this one especially I now realize I miss out on greater things when dealing this way with such a treat as this. Some will see it as key holding; one key droning at times. I see something else though and must return to this lying on my back in a dark or dimly lit chamber, much later and on my own time. 

The music is, to me, dark and elemental in that this guy was doing stuff first you may have already heard, and without him most would have done it anyhow. That is fine as the shadow my mind has created of the man tells me- as I do truly see him waving his hand as he turns around from his station and the shadow becomes like Wagner's likeness and someone else I am not familiar with yet, as well in collective madness....or genius. Time falls away like an old rotten coat and my mind flies away like an old paper kite in a storm, yet I am bound by the writing at the time to go too far from my post. "Quae Simplex" looks like a whopper and I show my respects to the elderly Schulze, feeling as if I am still in some astral chamber made of rearranged furniture created by the mind, ...listening to the cool, calm, chemical equation chalked out on a board that is neither real nor false.I have another brew,I do realize I do not like his electronic beats; I don't like any of them, really, though I sit a spell on my dream chair and wait for further counsel. I do realize I will be here for a while,  I catch myself wondering about a Townes Van Zandt box set before I brushed off the notion and returned to my light brew. Then it began to turn darker again and the beats left as I found my old friend at his station and it seemed as if his station was as elaborate as a space-ship. 

 The beats return and I accept them and must hush as there is too much time left and I don't want to write a short novel of a review. After moments I cannot be quiet or too still and I can almost see the good Doctor Mality below and I wonder how will he perceive me as I wave, completely certain he cannot see me. I now approach the last song and know it is another whopper. It is at this point I realize I have given out much personal information about myself; a man who is himself in some ways a shadow who has gone "ghost" or shade. I must not care at this though and will carry on in the true form of artistic truth, and here I hope you will bear with me as I must bear and as all have who have came before me. I can see a grave and wondering if I'm dreaming or if it's my own and stray away from the dreaming this music has induced- if it can indeed be called music. 

"Chateaux Faits de Vent" breaks the trance and gives a guide line to come back home, wherever that may be at this time. I say unto you now that time is like water and it chases places strange and afar but that in the sense that is what we know is physical, is lost and never quite regained in the same way once it is spent. Sure, it may change...everything changes and some things do not in like paradox here and possibly afar, but what I am saying and what is my grand point is that once it is gone, it is just that- gone. So spend time doing things you like and love; find house and home, place and without. For one day we must all be leveled in true death and all be equal in that sense- so it is written and cannot be candy coated nor outright mocked. Perhaps when you have found that moment you will recall the wasted days of youth or age and wonder why it was so, and perhaps this is not so for some. 

I certainly have experienced a piece of the man's presence tonight and  I ask, are you truly living in a manner that lends to your own course fully as this man is? I can only hear the tick tock of the clock now in his beats, which are now mine own. This being said, on the behalf of Wormwood Chronicles and Mr. Schulze, good night. It was a pleasure to be part of such an experiment tonight..