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Beta Project When Christopher Horst was 11, he got his first two cassette tapes. They were Genesis' self titled from '83 and Metallica's ...And Justice for All. He steadily became… click here for bio and releases

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Beta Project is the first to offer us an album that turns out, is years in the making. This blend of everything is cemented in experimentation. This very well may be an album that is returned to with awe and glory, magic in the making.

As Beta Project starts out, this jazz infused song with overwhelming and complicated rhythms shows that music can swell and color any environment. If elevator music had funk and intelligence, this would be it. In fact, this may be the reason Muzak is going out of business. With the vastness of the desert and the glitz of a casino, "Sierra" takes you through the depths and out of the envelope to arrive upon your own personal oasis. Not unlike your favorite cocktail "Lima" provides the bitter sweet quality of a dash of lime. All the while; however, explaining the darkness of addiction, namely, the sound. "Bravo" is brave both mentally and aurally. There is an interim of beauty leading up to a result with more machismo than a syringe of steroids. The beat dares you. Not to say that you couldn’t dance the forbidden dance, but this would be like partnering with a space invader on an intergalactic space station. Lush synthesizers and somber notes would make even the most discerning become abducted in the process. This is the alpha without the omega, the darkness without the light. Any soundtrack’s best nightmare and montage without letting go of the tapping of your sole. This is the sound inside Oscar the Grouch’s garbage can. When he comes out grouchy it is only because he can’t comprehend the sounds he hears and is enraptured in envy. The organ alone will compress all of your vital organs, exposing them to skylines.

Beta Project can protest all he wants, but he exists as a rebel. Not in sense of the political but in the sense of audio programming he is a sonic rebel. The drums echo the space and whip into the bustle of the most “yankee” of cities. "X-ray" is the sound of your internal organs as seen from the hands of a devious doctor. Guitars and quirky organic tastes serve a delicious cannibal with the feast of his life. This is not the nation but the entire galaxy. It is entirely possible that your feet can’t catch up to the complexities of the rhythm injected into the stars beyond falling deep into the black hole. Imagine the takeoff, the flight, and the landing with an overwhelming cabin pressure requiring an oxygen mask and your tray tables up. Alarms sound and dive into the earth as you escape with your life. This is the sound of your safety. This is no software, this is the organic echo like you would find in the depths of a cave on your way to the center of the earth. Beware of the creatures of the core and await your arrival into a new world within our own.

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