"The story continues. As they realized the reality, they were freed. Anything was possible. Unexpected trails, unexpected horizons. Like the awakening of a longly keeped coma. A coma full of surreal dreams. Seemingly unlimited, but in reality unlimited confined. They bethinked themselves. Collected power through imagination. It was like an intoxication as it began to affect. Complete insouciance about the consecutions made them to disposers of nothingness. An universal dialog of eternal motion. Leaving the chains of appearance they became one with the realtiy of the moment, the moment of perserverative alternations. Halt for a moment. Again and again.
Part II of the "Moments Triology" is this selection of "Warsaw Soul" remixes. Tekdev69 has invited several artists to reinterprete his work which was released as ego005. The result is a progressive but still homogenic EP. We hope it will provide you some sweet moments. /by oskar" (From the Legoego's release page)

"What makes someone unique? Are it the genes which defines the determination of a person from the very first? Are it the places and with it involved experiences? Is it the spirit, the soul that makes me unique? I am not sure, but for sure I am not alone with it. Some contexts get lost in the focus of the empiricism. That's why I sometimes like to forget the lack countervailingly perspectiv and this time I suggest you to trust in the undefinably force of the irrational language called music and to engage a little imaginary journey with tekdev69. Hibernal chilled sounds and clinically fumigated wide surfaces, which seems to be present many times, seemingly peeling off oxidation caused by corrosion again and again. Minimal dubby, the sill between conscious and conceived reality getting deeply blurred in a eclipsed delusion, like a walk through the streets of modern urban cities.
- Recently I heard a story, there was this guy, an actor, who came from the province. And it was at the province theatre where he was discovered by a director from a big city, and invited him to his group. The young actor was very happy, but his hapiness was soon to fade. On early rehearsals before the first night performance the director noticed that other members of the group treat him like an outsider. "You don't belong here, You're not one of us" - they would say. Soon he was under such a pressure that he resigned, and returned to his province theatre.
That city - it was not Warsaw. It just couldn't be Warsaw. Why? Because Warsaw is a city of wanderers. No one comes from here. They all come frome somewhere else. If you dare to stop somebody in the street, the possibility that he'd be a native citizen, whose ancestors' remains would still lay buried under the ground of this city would be close to none. Various philosophies of life, ideas, mems and informations - everything mixes up in this place. Because this city is open to everything new - to the limits of decency. This city is both naive, and full of trust - to the limits of stupidity. It absorbs like a sponge everything brought in by "people from someplace", and stirs with the rest of the chaos of information, transforming it into fractal patterns, like on a painter's palette, banning to grow any status quo.
This is the source of my inspiration, the source I draw from - and the one I try to contribute to." (From the Legoego's release page)