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Realm of the North
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Eternal Snow
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Silent Garden
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Dyonysos in Exile
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Isora
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Sasurai
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Kazuya Nagaya Japan
Kazuya Nagaya is a Japanese artist who creates immersive, ritualized compositions through the use of bronze bells, gongs and singing bowls. Since releasing his first album ‘Utsuho’ in 1999, he has composed music for a range of projects, ranging from collaborations with Tibetan Buddhist monks to a remix for Plastikman. ... more
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Right from the first sound you hear, to the last note - this album will transport you to a natural place. I cannot put into words how this album has been such a huge help. It’s like a friend now - like someone who is always there. An amazing album that everyone should own. Thanks so much, Robert.
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Steve est un des derniers Shaman musicien, capable de faire vibrer notre ame, c'est un magicien celeste dont la musique est en resonnance avec le cosmos !
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I only heard the first like 5 mins a few time 'cuz I always fell asleep.. it means that it must be amazing
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Dream Interpretation
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Spacey ambient that mirrors the messy, liminal world of sleep-consciousness.
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Minimalist compositions that take their time unfolding, bands of sound melting glacier-like from one end of the song to the other.
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From the always-excellent label Past Inside the Present comes this stunning work of sustained tone and timbre. Gorgeous.
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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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