Michael Rother has always believed he dreams more than most people.
"Quite often I have wonderful visions of water, seasides, people and travels," he says. "Dieter
Moebius recently appeared in one of my dreams, he was quite alive. That's what the brain does
at night, it's some kind of cleansing of worries and stress, but it also connects to positive
emotions."
These nocturnal travels are reflected in the titles of his new album, Dreaming, and of 1987's
Traumreisen, or 'dream trip', a clich d phrase German travel agents use in their brochures. With
Rother, of course, almost everything has a secondary meaning.
The influence of dreams has always been apparent in the sounds he creates too, in their drifting
moods and plaintive, evocative melodies. 2019's Solo boxset captured Rother laying down his
own musical path after the end of Neu!, but this second offering instead finds him, his unique
patch already staked out, engaged in a process of refinement. In the records contained here he's
exploring his own boundaries, presenting detours, dead ends, blind alleys that open out onto vast
sonic vistas; all are worth a visit.
