No Gods No Masters

If We Get Caught

Just The Once

Formentera II

Suckers

Detour Up

Burial Ground

Arranged and performed by Fernando Nuti (vocals, guitars, sitar), Diego Menegaldo (guitars, vocals), Stefano Bidoggia (bass) & Dario Lucchesi (drums, percussion). Music and words by Fernando Nuti. Recorded by Pierluigi Ballarin at T.U.P. Studio (Brescia). Overdubs recorded by Andrea Condotta at Spazio 55 (Treviso). Mixed by John Wills at The Imaginarium (Perth, UK). Mastered by Ruggero Pol at Teatro delle Voci (Treviso). Guest vocals by Pinkie Maclure. Artwork by Fernando Nuti. New Candys live are Fernando Nuti, Andrea Volpato, Alessandro Boschiero & Dario Lucchesi.

New Candys As Medicine

Thrill Or Trip

Agent Fresco - See Hell (Official Music Video)
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See Hell is written and performed by Agent Fresco
Engineered by Styrmir Hauksson
Mixed by Styrmir Hauksson
Mastered by Glenn Schick

See Hell (Lyrics)

I woke up with charcoal hands
Clouds of grime crimes crown their hatred
Fingers bound by iron bands
In palms they stay clenched through the night

Wounds are green, neglected while I
Visit never-ending scenes, where the frenzy speaks
Words of just repeated till bloodlust floods us
We open up to see hell
Keep my teeth so deep into the lips where fury cries;
“I want to see hell”

Pour your oil into their lungs
Let it boil black, blistered tongues
We both know nobody returns home from war

We open up to see hell
Keep my teeth so deep into the lips where fury cries;
“I want to see hell”

I know my hands still reach for hell
Should I feed them the fire?
I know my hands still reach for hell
To condemn or to crown
Drops of bleach, discolor their eyes
Leave them never-ending seas of uncertainty 
Still we know nobody returns home from war

To condemn or to crown
When will metronome count alone?

We open up to see hell
Keep my teeth so deep into the lips where fury cries;
“I want to see hell”

I know my hands still reach for hell
Should I feed them the fire?
I know my hands still reach for hell
Should I feed them the fire?
I know my hands still reach for hell
Should I feed them the fire?
I know my hands still reach for hell
See hell
I know my hands still reach for hell
Should I feed them the fire
I know my hands still reach for hell
We’ll leave you for now
We’ll leave you for now
We’ll leave you for now
We’ll leave you for now

See Hell

Hungry Ghosts

Another Set of Issues

Untitled

MASSEDUCTION

Los Ageless

We are Agent Fresco from Reykjavik, Iceland. 
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