Gonçalo F Cardoso
Impressões de uma Ilha

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why we love this

A collection of immersive field recordings by Gonçalo F Cardoso. No better way to elicit a feeling of traveling and exploration.

about the record

The isle of Unguja is the great scene of this album. We hear the sound of water, suddenly interrupted by beautiful chorals or the strumming of string instruments, a drum beat. We hear the local fisherman talk while the shortwave radio becomes the symbol of the white man seeking truth and direction in the tropics. Its dial as a tool to reflect. This album invokes a certain nostalgia for age-old enthnographies, like a romantic letter from the tropics. A hymn of solitude, in awe of the nonhuman and human elements. Like photography, through various compositions - stills from a moment - to shed light upon the unique - universal process of a place.

- Lieven Martens

  1. A1 - High Tides And Coral 2:00
  2. A2 - Flutes + Cicadas Duet 2:00
  3. A3 - Radio Zanzibar Étude 1 2:00
  4. A4 - Ghost Crabs On Uhuru Beach (Low Tide) 2:00
  5. B1 - Dhow Sailing And The Sand Washing Fishermen Of Kizimkazi 2:00
  6. B2 - Radio Zanzibar Étude 2 2:00
  7. B3 - Old World Parrots Or The African Grey 2:00

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Gonçalo F Cardoso
Impressões de uma Ilha

26,00

only 2 left

  1. A1 - High Tides And Coral 2:00
  2. A2 - Flutes + Cicadas Duet 2:00
  3. A3 - Radio Zanzibar Étude 1 2:00
  4. A4 - Ghost Crabs On Uhuru Beach (Low Tide) 2:00
  5. B1 - Dhow Sailing And The Sand Washing Fishermen Of Kizimkazi 2:00
  6. B2 - Radio Zanzibar Étude 2 2:00
  7. B3 - Old World Parrots Or The African Grey 2:00

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why we love this

A collection of immersive field recordings by Gonçalo F Cardoso. No better way to elicit a feeling of traveling and exploration.

about the record

The isle of Unguja is the great scene of this album. We hear the sound of water, suddenly interrupted by beautiful chorals or the strumming of string instruments, a drum beat. We hear the local fisherman talk while the shortwave radio becomes the symbol of the white man seeking truth and direction in the tropics. Its dial as a tool to reflect. This album invokes a certain nostalgia for age-old enthnographies, like a romantic letter from the tropics. A hymn of solitude, in awe of the nonhuman and human elements. Like photography, through various compositions - stills from a moment - to shed light upon the unique - universal process of a place.

- Lieven Martens

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