Edge Of Time

A one-off triumph by some Hungarians living in Dusseldorf, Edge of Time is gently bananas, a perfect pastiche of 1970 Pink Floyd. This is a perfect kosmic kraut record, in that it is fundamentally structurally relaxed while also being very carefully assembled and smart about its loopy tendencies. There are some vocals, but as with most kosmische, they’re not very important (mostly  monotone recitations) and the songs are really just containers for the descending wobbles and angelic buzzing. Some totally astonishing tones in the last five minutes here—real outlander stuff.