It’s 1986. All over the radio, you can hear a new sound. It’s electronic, it’s precise, it’s like machines came alive and started talking to you.
You live as though you owned the city. There is a lightness to your existence, you’re free from conventions, people look out for each other, but they respect personal space. Eveyrbody is working on something. All the time.
Your life is strange, it’s dirty and somehow beautiful. This city is broken, this city is a prison, but its inmates love it for what it is. It’s not part of anything, not the country outside the wall, not the country it is governed by. Artists from all over the world come to see and experience this place, broken, frozen in time.
You know that only the wall protects you from an oppressive regime. And that same wall also cuts you off from the people outside your enclave. You feel it could be better, you’re just not sure how.
Instrumentation is synthesizers and synthetic drums. All of them a little broken.