Michael Robinson's remix of "Others..." completely reshapes the sonic pallet. The track melodies and vocal lines are restructured and woven into his lavish soundscape of sparkling FM synthesis and massive walls of saw waves. As a final touch, Michael's use of filters and ambient field recordings of public spaces around London breaths bits of human life through waves of synthesizers and drum machines.
Others, I Am Not the First
Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more mischief than they durst:
If in the breathless night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear contended with desire.
Agued once like me were they,
But I like them shall win my way
Lastly to the bed of mould
Where there's neither heat nor cold.
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the suffocating night.
-1896. A Shropshire Lad