With wide-eyed wonder and overwhelming awe, one remembers the first time one heard Inade's landmark release, Aldebaran. The following review was written in 1996, though never published in toto anywhere. It only goes to say, with many, many listens, Aldebaran resonates with a power and majesty that far exceeds my clumsy attempts at description. Nonetheless, with wide-eyed wonder and overwhelming awe, this is what I initially felt while acquainting myself with The Masterpiece:
"Inade are unquestionably the most original explorers of dark atmospheric music--scratch that, the meager categorization of "dark atmospheric" barely touches the sonic terrain unearthed here. Inade are beyond categorization. Rarely has a disc embraced such a vast array of unclassifiable tones and kinetic textures. The sounds manipulated on Aldebaran are from an oblique, alien perception, as if the foreign quality of the music is because the creators are not of this earth. The disc consists of four songs, each one split into two parts (the disc distinguishes eight tracks). "Signals From 68 Dimensions" is an audacious introduction, a full on ascent into a region of space where dimensions collide; the second part of this song contains some of the strangest alien vocalizations imaginable. The current of dimensions overrides both halves, juxtaposing alien, insect, and even remotely human elements in a boiling pot of sound. "The Conquest of Being Separated" is constructed around an ominous dripping sound, from which swirling synths grow more prevalent, and shards of corroded sound puncture. Dead voices are snatched from the vast vortex that is the edge of nothingness, from which the dream-ship is sucked into a vault of massive, beautiful, machinery created void. It is more full than empty and yet indicative of a place never traveled. Until now...
"The Crushing of Earthly Foundations" is the point where the human is abandoned, upon soundwave shores, voices again rising from the tumult, eerie singing just clinging to the last vestiges of humanity. Rhythmic pounding and increasingly caustic soundwaves drench the soul in forgetfulness...the final step before the metamorphosis...into what? Time is at a juncture here: pterodactyls screech above the illusory singing. There are so many images triggered by the sounds that the reviewer is left grasping at straws, trying to evaluate, describe, set forth in a fashion remotely acceptable. And yet, that may be the magic of this disc, in that it opens doorways to places never visualized, now vaguely etched into the mind's eye. Aldebaran is a travelogue of never before explored regions of sound, space and time. The key word upon listening to this disc is alien. Finally, "The End of The Beginning," bouncing off the vortex walls, exhalations of another species...the wind from nowhere... The engines of space, the apex of time and dimension, the machinations of alien civilizations...all of the elements coagulate into a voluminous gurgling void, the throat of eternity gawking wide open... Astonishing!"
That said, it is only the tip of the creativity exhibited here. There is so much more that each individual listener will ascertain. Even now, new perceptions are gleaned (such as how the initial tones on the disc assimilate as the breathing of the universe, and how the shimmering debris of disbanded vocal transmissions resonates from the blackest corners of infinity). Any dark sonicscape connoisseur's collection is incomplete without Aldebaran. I repeat myself for emphasis: Astonishing!