Issued as an edition of 300 copies all on 220 gram vinyl and housed in a custom made book bound gatefold sleeve. What if the Voyager space craft became sentient? Would it destroy humanity? Who is to say it wouldnt become the most far-out musician of the galaxy? Expo 70s sonic reach seems to extend past even the concept of space/time itself. One Eno Eon past normal, the patter of Expo 70s dark matter squeaks and moans in wave forms, like the Doppler buzz of an armada of flying fortresses piercing through the black vacuum. A fiery comet tail of piercing Kraut flavored psych trails behind. The whistles of cosmic winds commingle with acid fury as the Expo 70 command craft slowly leads the armada in for a truly great gig in the sky. Ambience morphs into a monstrous, heavy psychedelic blaze colour of Big Bang proportions. Eventually, the searing doom-crush folds in on itself until, once again, only the spheres patiently whisper from the deep. After which, a quantum of solace resonates with the frequency of the earth below us; drifting, falling; floating weightless; calling, calling home.