Cities and Memory Oxford, UK
Cities and Memory is one of the world’s biggest sound projects, a global, collaborative sound art and field recording
programme with the aim of remixing the world, one sound at a time. It covers more than 100 countries and territories with 5,000+ sounds and more than 1,000 contributing artists.
Thousands of field recordings, recomposed and reimagined by artists around the world.
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Places for Peace
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A wonderful musical collection that shows the unity of the whole world and the support of Ukraine during the long war, which will undoubtedly end with the victory of Ukraine. And now the terrible numbers... Only according to official data as of today #russiaisaterroriststate killed 510 children in Ukraine, injured another 1141 children, kidnapped 19546 children. There are many more unofficial victims. And russia remains a member of the UN...
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Sanctuary of Desire
by Steve Roach
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One half more actively hypnotic, one half more passively meditative, Steve Roach has done it again.
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a softer focus
by claire rousay
supported by 4 fans who also own “The fiction we have become (Los Angeles)”
Evocative and engrossing.
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SAD GODS presents "Singing for Survival - a Compilation for Project Onward"
by Various Artists
A stellar compilation featuring shoegaze and indie favorites like Drowse, Midwife, and Mount Eerie benefitting Project Onward in Chicago.
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The 17 mindbending songs on this compilation represent minimalist experimental music at its best, a collage of blips and static.
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Recorded inside a nuclear cooling tower, this 25-minute album is distinguished by innovative sound design and musical ingenuity.
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supported by 4 fans who also own “The fiction we have become (Los Angeles)”
In the village across from the house where my dear-dead-dear lived was a school with waves of the sounds of children at play. Wind played in the trees with a not dismimilar sound to seaside waves. Hours were joyfully spent in this liminal space. It seemed that placed would always be available to us. It is gone. Mom is gone. Somehow Anima Loop places me back there.
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