Cyberpunk 2077 – 95.2 Samizdat Radio [Full Tracks / No Ads]

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Track Audio Only – Full Tracks – No Commercials – No Background Noise
Recorded from gameplay at launch date.
https://open.spotify.com/album/3j8Mg3DogmEVXNYrHbDWeX

00:00 – Pilling in my head
08:01 – My lullaby for you
13:38 – Surprise me, I’m surprised today
19:35 – Harm Sweaty Pit
33:22 – Delirium 2

Bara Nova – Tracks written by Nina Kraviz

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47 thoughts on “Cyberpunk 2077 – 95.2 Samizdat Radio [Full Tracks / No Ads]”

  36. There could hardly be a more vivid example of how a game is made up of dozens of interacting elements.

    What happens here from the Harm Sweaty Pit onwards has deepened my trip to Night City by dozens of hours. I simply could not stop.

    Music for my personal avatar in NC.

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  43. I love this radiostation so much – maybe it's a matter of being slav myself. But jokes aside, it's much more than cyber-gopnik music and makes perfect album to me, depicting the big city life as none other radio station. I'd place it near "Rebel Path" track when it comes to showing how is it to be tiny unit in giant city structure.

    "Pilling in my Head" is perfect for driving at full noon, watching skyscrapers leaning over you, small piece of dust in concrete jungle.

    "Surprise me" reminds me I'm all alone in the crowd and overwhelmed with big city mass I'm moving around – open space of Corpo Plaza is not a place for street punk used to walk through slums and narrow streets of Kabuki and Japantown. "Harm Sweaty Pit" is also about being overwhelmed by the city's rush, kaleidoscope of vibrant colours and noise, but not exactly in good way – it's a song of you trying to keep up, to adapt to new situations in unfriendly areas, it reminds me of Pink Floyd's "On the Run" from "Dark Side of the Moon". Delirium 2 is a hymn of concrete jungle, sung by soulless machines – both man-made devices and humans swallowed and chewed by the city, moving among shiny, sterile facades and diving below them to places filled with human waste, walls covered with mucus and organic smells, body fluids, lust, excrements and dirt to survive and get something for themselves. It makes me think about shards we can pick up and read about some tragic story about people struggling with lack of money, system showing the finger to them… And chilly, calm "My Lullaby for You" perfectly sits among all the hopelesness these other depressive tracks raise while listening to them – this one is about small sweet things we struggle for, short moments of relax in all this rush: touch of beloved ones' hands over our sore temples when we come home after hard corpo labour day, warm hug and kiss goodbye when we wake up for work, smell of coffee, first rays of rising sun coming through windows blinds, newspaper stained with our greasy-buttery fingers when we chew piece of synthetic roll made with artificial flour and yeast, our way to work in the golden light of dawn, when your mind, without participation of cousciousness is freely jumping over the waves of dreams about things you want, but they will never happen – despite of all the flaws, you are prisoner of comfortable life in big city. Sex, sleep, eat, drink, dream.

    I'm surprised how important these tracks are to me, concrete native myself, kid from small central-european city being industrial settlement over 100 years ago, born right after the chemical plant being place of work for over 9000 citizens was nearly completely abandoned after the soviet union collapse. Heroin, kompot, empty syringes and needles scattered between buildings, amphetamine, cancer, highly explosive chemical waste buried in ground instead of being properly disposed, sea of abandoned buildings and rusty metal seen from my flat balcony, sooty old chimneys, distant clangs of machinery waking me up every morning, these are pics of my youth.

    Thank you for these tracks!

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