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====The Chords====
====The Chords====


In the verse we have E minor – not quite, but nearly the saddest of all keys . An E minor to a melancholy C, to a dolorous D, to a morose A, and then a D, augmenting back to the E.
In the verse we have E minor – not quite, but nearly the saddest of all keys. An E minor to a melancholy C, to a dolorous D, to a morose A, and then a D, augmenting back to the E.


But at the same time, listen to the progression rise. There is hopeful expectation of something better?
But at the same time, listen to the progression rise. There is hopeful expectation of something better?
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“Uh-ha, make it all right,” she sings.
“Uh-ha, make it all right,” she sings.


After all this cultivated dissonance this seems trite and, on paper, a bit disappointing, but the way she sings it, and how Destri garlands it with pealing church-bell keyboard lines, hosannas like it’s the Eighteen Twelve, you know she’s right — uh-ha, make it magnificent.
After all this cultivated dissonance this seems trite and, on paper, disappointing, but the way she sings it, and how Destri garlands it with pealing church-bell keyboard lines, hosannas like it’s the Eighteen Twelve, you know she’s right — uh-ha, make it ''magnificent''.


Everything is so major and positive, even the chord progression is rising chromatically up some stairway to heaven, and beautiful hair (again: on paper —) so we know we are building to something bigger, and kaboom! there it is! A throbbing arpeggiator explodes onto the soundscape and, mixed in with the blood and ecstasy are some gorgeous minor third harmonies. We are back in the minor. The ride reaches its apex and we are falling: the roller-coaster thunders down into the depths, for you can’t understand joy if you don’t know sorrow tonight — stop.
Everything is so major and positive, even the chord progression is rising chromatically up some stairway to heaven, and beautiful hair (again: on paper —) so we know we are building to something bigger, and kaboom! there it is! A throbbing arpeggiator explodes onto the soundscape and, mixed in with the blood and ecstasy are some gorgeous minor third harmonies. We are back in the minor. We are back with the ''machines''. The roller-coaster thunders back down into the depths, for you can’t understand joy if you don’t know sorrow tonight — stop.


Atomic.
Atomic.
 
====The drone keyboard====
This is 79, still early doors for polyphonic synthesisers. Really early ones would only play one note at a time. Destri creates two classic effects — the arpeggiator effect, created by running a pulse signal from the back of the cr78 which triggered the synth and this flanging, phasing swell
This broadcast is entirely fan-fictional. Any coincidence between it any any real events is accidental, and highly unlikely.
This broadcast is entirely fan-fictional. Any coincidence between it any any real events is accidental, and highly unlikely.