There are few artists on ambient music scene that I always keep an eye on their activity. They are always full of interesting passages, which will support a specific mood during long autumn evenings, when the rain and thunder rule outside the window. Today I lay my hands on a new album from that kind of an artist, whose name is Massimo Magrini, but he is more known under the name "Bad Sector". Started his journey through dark sonic soundscapes around 20 years ago, he has a rich resume of beautiful albums, and today he brings to our consideration his new creation, called by a poetic name 'Chronoland'. I must admit, that I haven't heard all his albums, it is hard to track them all together with all the splits and collaborations that Massimo had for almost two decades. But as soon as a new album entered the pantheon of Power & Steel label, which is a side label of well-known Loki Foundation, I couldn't resist and of course I bought it. The last album, that I have heard, is 'Kosmodrom' and I liked it very much; therefore my expectations were quite high. And after running the CD few times in a row, I understood that it was really worth the wait. On this record Massimo presents a bunch of really complex tracks. I couldn't find the origin of strange numbers and dates that the tracks are named by them, but during the listening I felt like I can find some space for them in my imagination. The music itself is almost totally abstractive and formless. If you search for some rhythm or exact structure, you will most definitely not find it. The author invites a listener for the journey into the inside world of personal thoughts and experience. I let my imagination flow to find the connection with the music and unconscious, and I enter the world, which can be better described as a laboratory nightmare. Electronic ticks and clicks, noises and scratches, all of those fill my headphones to create an atmosphere of some kind surreal lab experiment. The haunting spoken and whispering vocals join to strengthen the creepy feeling that I have. A pack of scary alien monsters start to circle me down while analog and digital sound's that unite, sown with stitches of bass frequencies and industrialized percussion. Ghosts and dark spirits crawl inside my mind to bite me down by jowls, made of electronic pulsations and acoustic effects. Twelve chapters pass insensibly and leave a frightening feeling of some extraterrestrial presence, like somebody watches me with his never sleeping eye and controls my thoughts and deeds. Beware, aliens are everywhere! They are amongst us, they always were.