Music
The original music was composed by Falcom's Sound Team JDK; however, there are no track-by-track credits as there had been for previous Ys titles.
As was the case with Hudson's CD-ROM² versions of Ys I & II and Ys III: Wanderers from Ys, The Dawn of Ys CD-DA tracks were arranged by Ryo Yonemitsu. Yonemitsu did not arrange the entire soundtrack for the game itself, as many tracks were programmed for the console's internal sound chip by Keita Hoshi, but he did cover every track for the Perfect Collection Ys IV CD series. (see below)
Soundtrack releases for Ys IV: The Dawn of Ys are as follows:
- Ys IV: The Dawn of Ys J.D.K. Special (1993): Contains the original FM Sound arrangements of the music made by Falcom Sound Team J.D.K. on the Sharp X68000. These arrangements predate both The Dawn of Ys and Ys IV: Mask of the Sun..
- Perfect Collection Ys IV -The Dawn of Ys- Vol. 1 (1994): Contains Ryo Yonemitsu's arrangements of the first third of Ys IV's soundtrack.
- Perfect Collection Ys IV -The Dawn of Ys- Vol. 2 (1994): Contains Ryo Yonemitsu's arrangements of the middle third of Ys IV's soundtrack.
- Perfect Collection Ys IV -The Dawn of Ys- Vol. 3 (1994): Contains Ryo Yonemitsu's arrangements of the last third of Ys IV's soundtrack.
In addition, Falcom's Falcom Special Box '95 contained the Ys IV J.D.K. Special Vol. 2, a collection of tracks left off the first J.D.K. Special, along with a number of "lost tracks" never used in the game.
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