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Tag: Best of 2025
Alexandre Navarro :: Les Toiles De Nuits (Facade Electronics)
In a world where music often trends toward the loud and assertive, Les Toiles De Nuits is a breath of fresh air. It celebrates the art of subtlety and the beauty of sparseness, inviting us to find solace in the spaces between sounds.
Zachary Gray :: Trippin’ Variations (A Person Disguised as People)
The release of Trippin’ Variations via A Person Disguised as People is further evidence of Gray’s growing profile with a variety of tweakings to the original track from FC Commitments, Soft Operator, James Scott, SXXN, Stan K, Hidden Rivers, and Drummachinemike.
Whatever The Weather :: Whatever The Weather II (Ghostly International)
Ditching the percussive side in favor of more timbres and textures, Whatever The Weather II depicts some wonderful spacious soundscapes.
V/A :: Transmission 010 (Imaginary North)
Throughout the compilation, Transmission 010 embraces a range of ambient sub-genres, from weightless hazy pads to richly dense sound design, ensuring that each listener finds moments that resonate. The interplay between light and shadow, movement and stillness, results in an experience that feels vast yet intimate.
Loess :: Battens (n5MD)
Battens envelops the listener in a grayscale world, one that is cold yet somehow comforting, like the stark beauty of an overcast November afternoon.
sevensy :: one2one (Mahorka)
Exploring the shining transcendental ego absorbed by transportive sound motifs and by a kaleidoscope of spiritual colors.
Serge Geyzel :: Superbefore (Touched Music)
Geyzel proves himself a deft sonic architect, equally rooted in electronic music’s past and its unfolding future. With Superbefore, he crafts a voyage that is […]
Kilometre Club :: It Doesn’t Snow In Toronto Anymore (Imaginary North)
Listening, I want the big fat flakes to fall from these dense ambient envelopes and rippling contours. Yet like the snow, these flakes of sound don’t fall, they just hover over the listener with a sense of unknowing dread. Moody isn’t even the half of it.