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AL-90 - CODE-915913

"A second full-length album by Murmansk-based AL-90 with the participation of Prochor Suprv and GNTH - a tree of nowaday music from Russia that has already received the name of the post-house or tape-house. It's like almost original house compositions of 90s, with bass organ and kinda impudent groove, vocal influxes and romance of semi-empty dancefloors, under the thundering single strobe and the up-to-that-date 4/4 beats or tracks of Russia's Shura, scratched from the story of years - jammed, dusty, faded like an old film or a Polaroid shot. And all this is permeated with Russia and something Russian, something that some use to joke at, some do rap about it, and someone just feels and loves all this weird, wild and living reality."

Order the "CODE-915913" cassette by AL-90 http://soundcloud.com/absurdlight out 25/02. To do that just go to https://fuselab.bandcamp.com/album/code-915913 or drop a line on info@fslab.net w/ subject "CODE". Strictly limited!

More details + free dl another track on XLR8R http://soundcloud.com/xlr8r http://www.xlr8r.com/mp3/2015/02/al-90-vectornaya-eyforia

Russian premiere on Afisha-Volna http://volna.afisha.ru/records 24/02

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Broken Foot

When I appeared at the end of the 1980s as a wannabe- Klaus Kinski and "party scare" with Rimbaud and Villon texts on birthday celebrations, I always had the wonderful poem by the German cabaret artist and writer Hanns Dieter Hüsch "Ich sing` für die Verrückten" (I sing for the Crazy) in my repertoire. 
That is a long time back, but a few weeks ago I was jamming on guitar and percussion with some members of the "Berliner Irrenoffensive" as part of my voluntary work. And in this creative and crazy atmosphere this poem came to my mind again. I translated central parts of it into English and added some small language elements matching the melody and the sound of the song.   
The result was this track, with which I want to bring the deeply sensitive and timeless lyrics of Hanns Dieter Hüsch into memory and even more into the world. And with which I would like to contribute to even more understanding for the often so hard fate of people with serious mental disorders.   

Lyrics:

I Sing for the Crazy

I sing for the crazy
the sideways twisted
those who fall forward one day
unnoticed by everyone

Sit in their kitchens
not to be of use
to any world view

Who roam cities for days on end
without any sense
who throw themselves from the steeple
spice the world up with laughter

And for death in time 
ring their own bells

Those who hurry with trains
to stay nowhere too long

Who know every farewell at close hand

Because they call life goodbye

Who are hired out on the ships
and sing songs with the kids

Those who seek and never find
and disappear from the face of the earth at night

The guards are ready with jackets
in order to pack
the stray ones in the right way

Jumping friendly on roofs
and who die
In the great deserts

The skull already full
of broken pieces

The sand will soon cover all traces

Who push their way through
the raw thicket

Sore and sick rubbed by madness
who look through the jungle of all souls

All that dizziness on their back
I sing fort he crazy

I sing for the crazy
sing for the crazy
sing for them all

Sing for the crazy
sing for their peace 
sing for their souls

Aaaaaaah
sing for the crazy
sing for them all

Broken Foot

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