Pandered in Whispers

Field Recordings, Drone, Dark Ambient
Sadayatana Podcast #68
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Review at Sadayatana #68

The show opens with a track by C.P. McDill in his guise as Ice Guild Kaiser that was released just prior to the show. And then closes with a 78 he recorded for Sadayatana. Thank you C.P. McDill!

Got to play in it's entirety the track that Luís Antero prepared for the show "Sadayatana a Tribute". It will be released later on Buddhist on Fire. Thank you Luís Antero.

Thank you to Luciftias for his track "Dronosphere II". This track was prepared using binaural beat theta brainwave syncronization. I don't really know what this means but it sounds really cool and the music does too. This will also be an upcoming release on Buddhist on Fire.
00:00Ice Guild KaiserThe Nowhere Specialist
09:32foselobjective mote
16:40Xalm RetributionNo Return Pt.1
20:08Luís AnteroSadayatana (a tribute)
55:38LuciftiasDronosphere II
109:27i AM esperExplosion Of The Red Giant
112:21My Day is GoneFinal End, Maze's Law
120:50Medicine ManNo Title
123:45i AM esperEchoes From A Cold Planet
125:41SamsangelswingUrbanization & Industrialization
130:16Tom MansellFollowing the Trash Dumping Guy
131:51Virgilio Oliveira/GFRPrimeiro Comboionagozelo Do Douro
135:06Nik XaOSApocalyptic death machine
145:52KolpakopFLes eclats d’automne
152:42litmus0001Elusian Nurture Synthesis
154:29My Day Is GoneFinal End, Doomed Under a Black Haze
161:50Edu ComellesPlaza del Carmen
163:07ElysiumDevoured By Daemons
166:25Narcotic NoiseReverse Engineering of Alien Craft
172:53My Day is GoneFinal End, Lie and Silence
176:57Irene West Royal HawaiiansKilima Waltz
180:07LuciftiasDronosphere II

And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors’ eyes — a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby’s house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby