Off-axis early peak expansion. Captured at a moment when the Arkestra was stretching further into its own woozy mythos, Berlin 1970 hangs in low orbit, charged with a sidelong electricity. Grooves materialize, then fracture the frame—sliding from radical abstraction to something that starts to hold . . .
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