And I remember being unlucky from my first day till now  (´。＿。｀)

Debut album from Soviet Soviet.

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MNQ 062 Carmody - Sleep On Mirrors: The 1981-1985 Tapes LP

As earlier compilations of 'Danza Meccanica' have taught us, Italy gave birth to a disproportionate number of synth-pop, new wave and electronic acts in the 80s. 

Mannequin goes deeper into the Italian new wave archelogical research with a killer 10 tracks selection of Carmody. Picking their name from a science fiction novel titled "Dimension of Miracles" by Robert Sheckley, Carmody were coming from Torino, as their pairs Monuments and Chromagain. Started as a duo (Alberto Ramella and Andrea Lesmo) and later a trio with Max Casacci joining in  as a guitar player, Carmody recorded from 1981 to 1985 and issued three incredibly rare demo tapes. "Sleep On Mirrors" compiles the best tracks from those tapes, bringing you one of the most peculiar 80's minimal synth music coming out of Italy.

Tracklist

A1 - Messengers Of Love 
A2 - Most of you 
A3 - As We Down 
A4 - Ambiguos 
A5 - Psalm 
B1 - Long Breath 
B2 - Space invaders 
B3 - Sleep on mirrors 
B4 - Bones 
B5 - Time's under 

Limited edition of 300 copies. 

Mastering by Rude 66. 
Graphic design by Alessandro Adriani.

Carmody - Messengers Of Love

A mi me basta tocar tu pecho con mis manos,
y con mi boca poder besarte en la ausencia...
eternamente,
llenas de fuego mi vida
yo sigo esperandote.

Largas horas...
quieren lo mejor de mí.

Eres llama mortal que me envuelve,
noche doliente
pálida y azul...
creación tan viva,
alma erguida
gira hacia tí.

Largas horas...
quieren lo mejor de mí.

Ojos profundos, llenos de miel...
las calles mojadas.
tu has venido a dormirte en mi vientre
tan sin embargo, te alejas en la tarde.

Quieren lo mejor de mí...
largas horas.

Largas Horas

Distance

No More Sorry

Under the cold of tears she'll decay and be warm. 
The style is death. A white rose in a morphine dream. 
A joke to amuse life. Goodbye into a snowstorm. 
While you shake the thoughts, memories of conversation. 

Come back the line like eager sadness. 
A knife hollows them out. Hollows them out. 
A thin skin of black letters. A thin skin of black letters. 

I make myself sick. Born with thoughts of disappointment. 
Hands out, palms dry. Give me something to grasp. 
False truth or fake hope. We say yes to death.

Forever Grey-The Style Is Death.

Avalanche

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