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Soundscapes — an independent five-day music festival on Zanzibar Zanzibar 21 – 25 January 2027

The callof the tides.

Soundscapes invites you to spend a week outside your everyday life. For five days we trade the phone check, the calendar grid and the polite distance between strangers for long sets, sunrise swims and whatever happens when distance dissolves. Music is the engine — not a show to watch, but a fire everyone is sitting around. Come as you are. Leave inspired.

The idea is to gather a global community of curious, open people around music that moves us, art that stays with us, and practices that give body and mind room to actually arrive. A production made with skill and care, from the first idea to the last detail. Shared food, smiles on the dancefloor, dips in the sea — guided by the land we are on and the story we tell together.

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Program.

Twice a day the sea in front of Zanzibar pulls back and returns. For a thousand years people, animals and ships have lived by that rhythm — it is the island's oldest beat.

Once a year the beat becomes a call. Five beings set out: one rises from the deep, one rides the monsoon, one wanders the reef, one already waits at the tideline, and one comes from the land, carried on the wind as a scent. The program is in their hands.

Kaskazi never stops moving. it carried ships, spices and every good rumour across this ocean. now it carries the bass.

Kaskazi

rides the monsoon · the wind that carries the sound Music & the two rigs →
shhh — Gombessa is listening. it has been practising stillness for seventy million years. ask it about naps.

Gombessa

rises from the deep · the listener
Pweza has eight arms, three hearts and no plan whatsoever. that is the plan.

Pweza

wanders across the reef · the shapeshifter
Kombe waits at the tideline with the door open. it knows your name already. karibu.

Kombe

waits at the tideline · shelter, sharing, karibu
you will smell Karafuu before you see it. the whole island does.

Karafuu

comes from the land, as scent · the clove

Five beings, five paths, one destination — and on site: five trails leading to the same circle. Wayfinding is story.

psst — whisper into the shell. that's how the island takes reservations.

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The circle will be small. When the tickets wake up, the shell whispers to you first — before the rest of the world hears anything.

the shell heard you. the tide will write back.

Double opt-in · No tracking · The shell never gossips