
Sanguis is the alias of Berlin-based producer Ludwig Wandinger, a fixture in the cityโs experimental scene.
On his debut album Wounding, dark ambient textures and solo piano improvisations allow the listenerโs attention to slip in and out of focus, creating a liminal state of dreaming, feeling, and drifting through inner worlds and thoughts.
Wandinger aims to capture fleeting moments. All tracks are unedited first takes, some recorded only on his phone in various locations, from a friendโs flat in Neukรถlln to his family home in rural Bavaria. Background noises become part of the music, creating a tangible sense of place and urging the listener to remain attentive to their own surroundings.
Though firmly rooted in the ambient genre, the album is not solely about comfort. It acknowledges the ambiguity of a world in which menace and beauty coexist, a dichotomy most apparent in nature itselfโa constant source of inspiration for Wandinger.
Wounding is about walking alone on damp foliage at night, and being handed a blanket by a loved one at first light.
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Sanguis is the alias of Berlin-based producer Ludwig Wandinger, a fixture in the cityโs experimental scene.
On his debut album Wounding, dark ambient textures and solo piano improvisations allow the listenerโs attention to slip in and out of focus, creating a liminal state of dreaming, feeling, and drifting through inner worlds and thoughts.
Wandinger aims to capture fleeting moments. All tracks are unedited first takes, some recorded only on his phone in various locations, from a friendโs flat in Neukรถlln to his family home in rural Bavaria. Background noises become part of the music, creating a tangible sense of place and urging the listener to remain attentive to their own surroundings.
Though firmly rooted in the ambient genre, the album is not solely about comfort. It acknowledges the ambiguity of a world in which menace and beauty coexist, a dichotomy most apparent in nature itselfโa constant source of inspiration for Wandinger.
Wounding is about walking alone on damp foliage at night, and being handed a blanket by a loved one at first light.
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