Fire and Frequencies - A Gathering ll
Some sets have a map, this one had a compass and a sandstorm. Vol. 2 starts where the desert begins where psybient haze hangs low over dunes that haven't been named yet, where dub bass pulses like heat rising off ancient stone. Then the Sahara blues creep in, raw and aching, the kind of music that sounds like it was played around a fire a thousand years ago and somehow ended up in your chest tonight. And just when the dust settles electro tears through like a storm front. Sharp, electric, relentless. The dancefloor shifts. Bodies adjust. Nobody sits down. Then comes the electro swing…
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