as hard as it might be to believe, there was a time when the word trance did not mean dutch guys dressed in white wearing oakleys.. it also didn t mean israeli pre-military dragon-stick wielding reefer addicts.. actually, there was a glorious era where trance was a verb rather than a noun.. im talking about when you got in a trance, at lets say for example: the golden eagle in munich in 81, in a white-tiled sauna-motif discotec, grooving to a 17 minute reel-to reel version of knights in white satin on your 2nd bottle of poppers while some guy named >wolfie< takes his modern ballet skills to the >next level<. if that sounds appealing.. and i know it does.. then allow me to introduce you to compuphonic and kolombo.. a throwback to the days of romance-trance of the highest order. deep, sensual (yes, i used the word sensual) electronic grooves so potent that we were forced by a coalition of competitors labels to only release some of them digitally to restrict their awesome power to trip people out. these tracks make other tracks seem like mindless shallow shit. that includes some of turbos other releases.