Musically speaking, the 80’s mean more to more people these days than they maybe ever have, which is weird but cool because revisionist history is the best kind, and panoramic Lisbon synth harmonia-ist Pedro Magina’s textured, retro-futurist luxury elegy, Nineteen Hundred And Eighty Five, raids the heart of the decade for everything it should have been. The album’s eight pieces sweep in wide aerial arcs, flying low over empty glittering midnight seaside estates, synthesizers shimmering like swimming pools. Richly gauzy keyboard lines sparkle minor key moods of Mediterranean melancholia, splashed with whiplash thunder, grey rainfall, the sound of distant birds lost in the wind. The money means nothing; the crash is coming. Pro-dubbed tapes in double-sided full-color J-cards with faded credit card art/design by Andre Abel of Tropa Macaca. Edition of 150.