Join us on this journey of sound snapshots inspired under the island sky. This playlist balances between old personal favourites and new sounds, defying the constraints of time and space that an island may impose.
Each track can be listened to as a unique moment in the day on the island—the scent of vegetation and fruits, the hues of the sky, the varying temperatures, and micro-climates found only in this water-surrounded haven. Just like optical illusion pictures, each song invites you to observe deeply, blurring the boundaries of the island with the rest of the world. You’ll find yourself immersed in a colourful puddle, floating within the waters
- Brakhage – Stereolab
- Docka – Dina Ögon
- In the lassa – Juana Molina
- In a Dream – Misha Panfilov
- Donimo – Cocteau Twins
- Space For The Kidd – Move 78
- Vogt Dig For Kloppervok – The Books
- Juno Starboard – Salami Rose Joe Louis
- Emilyen – Дeva
- You Are Not An Island – Vanishing Twin
- Daves Dream – Broadcast
- A Million Shades of Sky – Mesita
- Conduct – The Durutti Column
- I’m Gonna Miss Your World – Art Feynman
- Back to the Stars – Figueroa
- The Hairy Frogfish and the Finger Dragonet – Tomer Baruch
- Tambacounda’s White Magic – Clap! Clap!
- Cloud of Me – Rejoicer
- Fever – Dorian Concept
- Canada – Desmond Cheese
- 6°C – Whatever The Weather
- The Chapel – Ishmael Ensemble
About the Curators
Natural born Italian, built by 100% Sicilian components, upgraded by residing in many parts of Europe. The latest version of me lives in Hungary, has a wonderful wife + 2 kids and works as a Data professional. Some call us “scientists”, but I totally believe it’s an undeserved attribute.
As much as I may have grips on the ways music algorithmically travels today to everyone’s table, I love to avoid “local minimums”. I prefer to listen to what humans suggest, what vibrations they describe when they talk about music. I often ask myself why an artist puts tracks in that specific order or I hunt down who or what is influencing them.
Research, experimentalism, cross-genres, sounds of the world usually hit me defencelessly, but so do notes as solid as “rock”. You can also find me lost in the many little holes of the 80s, like if the unconscious me-child gets comfort from what he was listening to but not understanding back then.