Climbing up the hill, feeling time's not there. I know, but either is a place to get to. Nothing really change, instead of making old mistakes. I'd rather loose myself into the breeze. I've got twenty seven pictures attached on the wall. I've got your smell between my knees, just to remind you as a whole. I've got different sticky ways to please you and make you get higher. I'm here when I'm gone and in a way I'm certain sure "the truth is on the rain", our dewdrops. Shining memories are turning me to grace. You know I'm a little bit far away from the "odds". I've got twenty seven pictures attached on the wall. I've got your smell between my knees, just to remind you as a whole. I've got different sticky ways to please you and make you get higher.

Twenty Seven Pictures

They said: "The things you want will bring you bad luck". But we felt that there's no reason not to trust us. And we know that all those people here are waiting just for seeing us falling down. Where are they going with tons of shitty illusions, sir? They are trying just to reach out but meanwhile they are drowning in their pride. I guess there aren't just simply words. They said: “Only hope can sow frustration”. But we assume there is no point feeling pressured. And we know that all those people here, are waiting just for see us in the dust. No, we won't be a part of this stupid scene. Our place is not a theatre where everyone are actors or stars. I guess It doesn’t sound like haughty chords. And we know that all those people here, are praying just for see us bleeding dry. Let us bite the cause of your imaginaries. The pain could look much older when all you got is sunken at your heart.

The Others

Dear Amalia, you're such a poem full of thoughts. But, dear Amalia, seems that you have lost your voice! Because I'm trying to be kind but you look like a desert without sand. Maybe, you could draw your feelings on a paperback. Wherever the wind may blow, I'm like a silent storm. Dear Amalia, perhaps you've lost your plastic words. And, dear Amalia, don't make me feel I'm on my own. Life is not an open book so, sadly, you will have to learn to laugh. If you want some peace of mind just leave it all behind. Whenever you need songs I'll be here waiting for. Dear Amalia, what do you expect from this damn boy? Please, dear Amalia, let's take a walk round Belgrave Rd. I've got plenty of time to hear the night while you quite simply pass me by. Lift your spirit, fill your soul to rise again the light. Let me say it one more time! Dear Amalia. Lovely, lovely!

Dear Amalia

I should be waiting at the door. I know that you will be waiting for, be waiting for us. A thousand times I locked the only door from every key that owned my useless crown. I'm looking for everyone, who's trace has been drowned, removed, erased, oooh by winter's haze. No, no, no, no excuses on this paved road. But, but, but, but the most I'm lost, the most I find. As you follow me I'm empty, you don't realise I'm aching I would rather say the word that no one dares to. In a minute could be vanished. My existence will be punished. Only time is fair enough to judge my harsh reality.

The Lovely Losers

Welcome to the only place where everything is posible. Lucid dreams and fantasy, for those who live in quiet pause. Open your eyes and see: nijt bajk, ojt nujt! Might be probably hard to forget. I'll stay around with jugglers, acrobats, dwarves. Welcome to the only place where everything is posible. You'll be able even to touch the things you thought invisible. Nobody dares to try, nijt bajt, ouf bult. Najt, najt, stritin foremajt icht bolt. I will spit the fire, I'll ride a bike, I'll jump mortal ramps. No, this is not a trick, some people split and hide. Now, I'm tired, think that is time to wake up. I believed everything that you said, and now you stand right after me where nobody tries and everyone cries don't give up tonight. And I, was wondering what if I'm late I’ll be barely down and upset whenever I'm trapped, remember your smile, and then I feel drowned, and I don't wanna spend just another day but neither I'm going insane and no matter what believe what you've got, believe what you've got. This is not the time to say I don't mind. I'm losing what we never found your ashes are mine, they’re inside you hand, this is our alibi.

1939 | The Alibi

But this very small dose, the first dose of my experiments I’ve planned, was very, very, strong.

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It's probably more what haven't been written about this argentinian-based neo theatrical, medieval brit rock even-not-been-completely-discovered quintet; than what has actually been said. Besides the challenge that represents the fact of writing, composing and singing in a non native language -even if that means trying to conquer an unfriendly and hostile market- and incarnating the post-Malvinas-War generation, the band began to play in their town, Mar del Plata, the most touristic city in the country, south east from buenos aires. 

Formed in late 2009, the group went over the most clasical brit-pop sounds in their -Oasis & Blur- origin to a darker and instrospective -Dandy Warhols & BRMC- psychodelic side in their two first albums (Bristols EP in 2010 & Train To The Black Circus in 2011).

After their first singer, acoustic guitar player, main composer and frontman Pablo Hesse disbanded, they faced the most democratic and non preasured period of the own-declaired friendship's band. "We play 'cause we're friends, we're not friends 'cause we play" they often say. In the second period, both lead guitar Lino Ezequiel Parodi and keyboardist (better known as a city's night example more than from the music scene) Jopi Hernando began writing more frecuently as they already used to do in the earlier 2004/2005 (with their unknown "Grey Days" project) and give birth to a renewed sound. Boastig the motto "no synthesizers were used on this record", embracing the exaggerated pomp of prog rock and vaudevillian, port-&-drunk-sailors music, more melodical and romantic, creating a huge, mock-operatic-medieval sound with layered guitars and overdubbed vocals they recorded their other two albums ("The Garden Of The Ages" EP in 2012 & "Shhh!" in 2014).

Precisly in the last album, there is almost no english-classic band that haven't influenced them: Oasis, Blur, Stone Roses, Xtc, The Smiths, The Cure, Talking Heads, Genesis, Queen, Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones are just a few of the 60-70-80-90's english music's exponents that define this particular album and also this multi creative argentinian-brit group.

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