{"id":23493,"date":"2026-10-02T12:43:58","date_gmt":"2026-10-02T10:43:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/digipur.it\/?p=23493"},"modified":"2026-10-02T12:43:58","modified_gmt":"2026-10-02T10:43:58","slug":"adriano-zanni-releases-new-album-post-dub-cities-out-now-via-bronson-recordings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/digipur.it\/en\/adriano-zanni-releases-new-album-post-dub-cities-out-now-via-bronson-recordings\/","title":{"rendered":"Adriano Zanni releases new album “Post Dub Cities”, out now via Bronson Recordings"},"content":{"rendered":"

The track titles on\u00a0Post Dub Cities<\/strong><\/em>\u00a0– the new album by\u00a0Adriano Zanni<\/strong>, photographer, sound artist, and field recordist, out today\u00a0October 2nd, 2026<\/strong>\u00a0on vinyl and digital via\u00a0Bronson Recordings<\/strong>\u00a0– evoke the aftermath, that moment when a place continues to exist and live on, but no longer serves anyone. The human element has vanished, whether it happened overnight or through a slow abandonment that lasted for years. The perspective shifts: buildings, homes and palaces reveal a dimension of reality all their own, in which even the ruins give shape to this landscape that endures, transforming into pure presence.<\/p>\n

This, after all, is our fate. The fate of us human beings, of our civilisation, of every civilisation: to pass away, to be forgotten, to erect monuments whose significance no one will remember once we are gone.<\/p>\n

First single\u00a0Crisopoli<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0is the opening track from\u00a0Post Dub Cities<\/em><\/strong>. The track transforms the sonic dimension of a city into an echo chamber: a dark, urban dub built from delays and resonances, holding the imprint of what is no longer there \u2014 like a bassline that keeps vibrating even after its source has gone silent. What we see is not the presence, but its reverb.<\/p>\n

Second excerpt\u00a0Warosha<\/strong><\/em>\u00a0gives us a\u00a0minimalist, enveloping, solemn beat, like the symbols on a map that no one can read anymore. Warosha was the district of luxury hotels overlooking the sea in the city of Famagusta. After the island of Cyprus was invaded by the Turkish army, the entire area, emptied of its inhabitants, who had fled south, was fenced off and surrounded by barbed wire. No one has been allowed to enter it since 1974. Now, on these unspoilt beaches, sea turtles have found the perfect place to breed.<\/p>\n

Focus track\u00a0Fordl\u00e2ndia\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>is the symbol of Henry Ford\u2019s failed dream of conquest. An industrial settlement built deep within the Amazon rainforest, several hours\u2019 boat journey from the nearest towns, to gain access to natural rubber for the tyres of his mass-produced cars in Michigan. An extremely costly project, it quickly became a ruinous pipe dream: a town that has been uninhabited for almost a century and has since been reclaimed by nature.<\/p>\n

For a long time now,\u00a0Adriano Zanni<\/strong>\u00a0has been exploring, through\u00a0music and photography<\/strong>, the landscape that unfolds before our eyes, as attentive yet silent observers. As if we were absent, a civilisation that has long since vanished: human presence has dissolved, preparing to fade into oblivion. The precise depiction of places through\u00a0field recordings<\/strong>, and the\u00a0black-and-white imagery<\/strong>, give rise to apparitions, hallucinations, and memories. The less present we are, the more we seek meaning. We resist abandonment and the indifference of time.<\/p>\n

In the ten tracks (plus three bonus tracks) of\u00a0Post Dub Cities<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0the\u00a0echoes and reverberations of dub<\/strong>\u00a0grant us access to an unknown future, as yet untold \u2013 in which we are nothing more than a vague memory. The deep sound guides us through a landscape that is familiar yet unknown, unrecognisable. The cold, distant,\u00a0industrial rhythm<\/strong>\u00a0resonates within us as if we were the last, all too aware, inhabitant of a now-deserted village.<\/p>\n

Every place \u2013 be it an abandoned mining settlement on an island in Svalbard, or a ghost town in Pennsylvania evacuated following an underground fire that has been burning for sixty years at a depth of one hundred metres \u2013 leaves questions unanswered, shrouds itself in mystery, and makes us wonder, ceaselessly: what happened here?<\/p>\n

In the end, we realise that we don\u2019t really care that much about knowing the details of the disappearance. We can guess them, we\u2019ve seen it happen a thousand times before. Just like in the\u00a0photos accompanying the album, portraits of ghostly, deserted cities<\/strong>: Belgrade, like Venice, Dublin, Sarajevo, Lisbon, Krak\u00f3w, Sofia, Naples, Hanoi, Lampedusa, Tehran. Unexpectedly, pleasantly emptied of people, and of their obsessions, struggles, illusions.<\/p>\n

Then, suddenly, the crowd returns. Busy, feverish, hardworking. The record ends, the spell is broken. We feel a sense of longing for a future that has not yet come to pass, for a place we were only able to observe because we were not there.<\/p>\n

Words by Marco De Vidi<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n