"tAngerinecAt is breaking down barriers and the time-space continuum" - Alice Teeple, Post-Punk.com

“House of Shards” is the second single from the upcoming album Glass, which has received a Help Musicians award to be released in Autumn 2022. It is Based on Eugene’s personal life experiences as a neurodivergent person, severe trauma, acute poverty and Chernobyl disaster survivor, and a queer multiethnic refugee activist from Ukraine.

The accompanying music video filmed by Ray Moody in collaboration with tAngerinecAt is based on a script by Eugene, the video draws out the cinematic potential that many listeners have already noticed in tAngerinecAt’s music, culminating with a sequence of rapid cuts in which Eugene delivers a dizzying performance on the hurdy-gurdy, like a circle dance of uprising ending in triumph. He sings about confusion and disconnectedness, being caught in a dream and trying to find the way out – “lost in a maze of unbeknown parts, where is the exit? Too many guards.” Eugene’s genre-bending vocal delivery, utilizing a wide range of techniques, hits just as hard as the thumping kick drum as the atmosphere grows in intensity. He moves from an almost angry hoarseness in the beginning, before soaring to purer notes in the second part of the song, accompanied by an effect-laden Carpathian bagpipe drone, and heavily delayed vocal echoes that circle around the stereo field similar to a ritual choir.

lyrics

In this life I have been through too much
I keep finding fragments that don’t match,
memories, pieces that can’t be attached,
glued, assembled, connected with such
randomness… I feel out of touch.

No way to assemble
No way to construct
I cannot be joined
I have no contact

It’s so hard to remember, to accept and smile,
Like you can’t restore the window from it’s shards.
Lost in a maze of unbeknown parts,
Where is the exit? Too many guards.
Wish me take flight at least for a while,

No, not into death,
But just in the dawn,
In beautiful morning,
No loss or forlorn.

In radiant wisdom,
In lustrous sea…
My song will be simple:
“I’m free. Can you see?”
credits
released October 7, 2021
All music composed, performed, recorded, produced and mixed by tAngerinecAt: Eugene Purpurovsky and Paul Chilton

Artwork by Hagra (hagra.ru)

Recorded and mixed at tAngerinecAt studio

Mastering: Andres Mayo

House Of Shards

Lillith was the first
And she was her own
She wasn't made
From Adam's rib bone

This is anti-lullaby
This is an anti-lullaby

Lillith is an outcast
Like all that is true
She's all of your fears
That look back at you

This is anti-lullaby
This is an anti-lullaby

Lyrics by Runa de Luna & tAngerinecAt

Anti - Lullaby (Runa de Luna & tAngerinecAt)

Cotton Mouse

Any Wall Is a Door

Glyn yr Aur

Hiding Place

DARK PATRICK-Oh My Dear Friend

How the Animals Bury the Hunter

Kuolema

Recorded and engineered by tAngerinecAt. The recording features hurdy-gurdy, a Technics Digital 10 electric piano, synthesizer, piano and vocals. Music and lyrics by tAngerinecAt apart from the lyrics of “Fairy Godfather” by Mariya Machich - www.stihi.ru/avtor/mahasaria Graphic design by Oksana Morenko - www.behance.net/psuna Photos by MRI.

It's Not My War

H.R V.I.P

Masks

Asperger Syndrome

The Cream Of Society

Schitalochka

No Borders

Mr Very Important Who Explains Everything

Shattered Illusions

He's sensitive considerate and noble,
 He protects the poor and the lowly, 
The Rogue the Jew and Plebeian, 
Although he is shy, self effacing, 
He graciously serves proletarians, 
His mercy extends to pariahs, 
Fairy God Father oh how we thank you, 
How can we ever repay you, 
You wave from afar and quite seemly, 
You pass on your cordial greetings, 
And display your good nature in that, 
You might throw a penny in my hat.

Recorded and engineered by tAngerinecAt. The recording features hurdy-gurdy, a Technics Digital 10 electric piano, synthesizer, piano and vocals. Music and lyrics by tAngerinecAt apart from the lyrics of “Fairy Godfather” by Mariya Machich - www.stihi.ru/avtor/mahasaria Graphic design by Oksana Morenko - www.behance.net/psuna Photos by MRI.

Fairy Godfather

Tangerine Cat

released January 5, 2018 
Recorded, engineered and produced by tAngerinecAt (Eugene Purple and Paul Chilton).
Eugene Purple - hurdy-gurdy, vocals, electronics and samples
Paul Chilton - whistle and recorder, duda, electronics and samples

All music by Eugene Purple and Paul Chilton. Lyrics by Eugene Purple.

Mastered at Mastering World (Loud Mastering) by Jason Mitchell.

Artwork by Hagra (http://hagra.ru/)

© 2017 tAngerinecAt.  All rights reserved.

I'm not the one you see in me
I am a wanderer
I dress in black
My face is pale
White as snow
You could never guess
I feel at all
In the depth beneath my eyes
The scornful tales of sorrows lie
For I'm a witch and pirate too
You could never guess
I feel as you 
In contrast to my pale face
I have a button hole
With blood red rose
Roses on my hands and chest
They always will appear
When I'm in pain
Roses on my hands and chest
They always will appear
When I'm in pain

The song begins with a hurdy-gurdy drone and a strange bass instrument created by sampling and manipulating Paul's duda (Carpathian bagpipes) playing. This forms the accompaniment to Eugene's haunting and dramatic vocals which are followed by a hurdy-gurdy solo and pounding industrial, techno and pop beats. It also contains a beat made from a slowed down sample of the  hurdy-gurdy and slowed down samples of a coffee grinder and  the scooping of coffee beans recorded in Lviv, Ukraine.

Sometimes, when a person has a huge experience of pain, his personality seems to split into several parts and becomes plural. In this case, we have two personalities: a Child and a Stranger who is his protector, comforter and guide. The Stranger visits the Child in extreme situations, when he's so severely hurt that he can no longer survive the experience alone and dreams of death as a way to escape pain. The Stranger also feels pain but no one is able to see it. On his hands and chest are cuts and wounds, but they blossom with roses. And so the Stranger, whilst remaining in the shadows, writes posts on Facebook instead of the Child, responds to messages and comments, and all his thoughts and actions are filled with love for those around him and sympathy for those who have offended him, who probably also have experience of pain which manifests itself in destructive behavior towards those close to them and themselves. The Stranger makes the right decisions and knows the right words to say. He also writes songs, and this song is his self portrait. The Child calls him Captain. Probably because our Stranger is the captain of a pirate ship and the only member of it's crew, who goes to sea solely during the storm and his character is associated with rain, wind, fog and an emotionless face with deep, sad eyes.

Child

Many Kettles

Roses from Blood

Enjoy Your Tea

Part I: Mass of The Black Cats

Cats on the rooftop sleeping
but one of these nights 
To the sound 
of crickets croaking
We will awake
And boiling over 
In disgust like kettles
We will turn the world 
Upon it's head
We are the Holy Cats

I am the Holy Cat
I am the Almighty
many kettles boil within me

Amen

Part II: Brew

Out of my window
Factories down below
Cat on the rooftop sleeps
Rusty panels that leak
I see the prison walls
I see the market stalls
I hear the tram bells ring
I smell the open drains
What if just once at night
Over these roofs took flight
Fiery red Phoenix bird
Sparks fly across the sky
Factories can't be seen
Prison cannot be seen
Just like they hadn't been
Just
I know that this could be
For it is what I see

I love roofs and gutters
I love hidden back alleys
I love abandoned mill courtyards
I love inner city corners
The pigeons
are nesting there
The rats
crawl from their lairs
The snakes
slither in the night
Spiders spin
their endless web
I love your twisted bodies
I love your ugly faces
I want to hear your voices
loud and angry voices
on the streets
in the heart of town
I'm tired of saints
I love you

Street Voices

“... and then, when he died, his children wasted ten billion dollars in a few years; threw it to the wind, squandered it... don't know what on. And they had to sell this building. They cried and cried but sold it for 30 000 gold thalers... this building... And the family of the Polish king moved in... John III Sobieski... Here was the residence of the whole king! The King himself who's sitting up there...The King... Look, he's got a crown... And he's got a sceptre and six knights who guard him from morning till night around the clock. And on the second floor the king's castle remains. There are these four luxurious rooms there that you can go inside because it's an open historical museum, and look at how kings lived in the 18th century. There is such luxurious moulding on the ceiling... There are such amazing carvings... some kind of wooden furniture... handwork done in the 17th and 18th centuries... floor made in such a way as if it was a rug... And when you pay to go in, they will give you these big slippers, size 60, so you don’t scratch that parquet flooring, but so that you even polish it for your own money...”

Monologue of tour guide addressed to a group of children on Rynok Square in Lviv

In a world made of power outlets
Reach out to touch
Electric shock
Chronic electric trauma
I can't even count the burns
Again and again
Some people have nowhere to hide
From their own vulnerability
And the only shelter 
Is denial
Nothing hurts
Nothing happens
I don't exist at all
Let's make the world safe
Let's make the world safe for all

Outlets

I just ate a salad for dinner 
The best one in the supermarket 
It lured me away from the counter 
But poisoned my gut in an instant 
With layers of ripe plum tomatoes 
And crispy bits hidden within it 
All swimming in soft mayonnaise it's 
A savoury sweet combination 
So sick I was I thought I'd snuffed it 
The last one that I'm ever eating 
They say it's because I'm a target 
A magnet for salads they're saying 
The problem could well be my liver 
The problem could well be my karma 
If only I had been successful 
If only I had been more healthy 
If only I had been more noticed
Or maybe I have too much talent
Too brave and too honest & friendly 
It's clear to be seen that the salad's 
Foremost motivation was envy 
Could it be the fact of the matter 
That I was so sly and so cunning 
In times of great woe and despondence 
The salad was caught unsuspecting 
And ruthlessly cruelly pursuing 
A dish of both fame and importance 
I swallowed it down without mercy 
And suddenly salads all over 
Stood up on behalf of their comrade 
The dressing was finely concocted 
The balance of flavours was fitting 
But Rational doctor Sound Judgement 
Whose thinking is frankly outstanding

Put forward his case oh so clearly 
The salad had far too much mayo

Mudak Salad

Yes I'm white but I don't want to be a white master
I was born on the outskirts of Kyiv
In what we call the bandit region
At three I learned what sex was
At five death
At seven fascism and violence
At ten poverty labour and hunger
At twenty I was accused of robbing the till at work
Because it was me who needed the money most
But they lied
The general manager did it
And at twenty one the police named me as a thief
But they lied too
They did it
But you might be a murderer
They said as I was kicked out of the dorm onto the street
She might rob or kill us
Said the husband of a friend who had invited me to stay

Power has no charm or delight for me
No regard no solace for authority

Yes I'm white but I don't want to be a white master
The white masters dehumanized me
Turned me into an object that holds no potential of being a friend 
Or partner who feels worthy to be loved
Reduced me to being a safe way to satisfy sexual desires
A silent slave 
Serving personal
And without consequence invaded my personal space
Once I was a believer
Then I became an atheist feminist anarchist
But suddenly I froze with horror because always and everywhere 
There is someone who has decided that he is better than any other
This is the white master
Alas there are many of us 

Power has no charm or delight for me
No regard no solace for authority

I Don't Want To Be A White Master

Riddles is the fourth track on "Rise of the Underworld" an Album by Dark Patrick available from:
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Dark Patrick - Riddles

Act one of a three part improvisation on the hurdy-gurdy, uilleann pipes and harmonium by Dark Patrick (Purpurovska & Chilton) and Neil Phillips. Recorded in realtime at Eclectic studio in Oswestry in march 2013. 

Dark Patrick & Neil Phillips - The Calm of the Apocalypse. Act one.

Act two of a three part improvisation on the hurdy-gurdy, uilleann pipes and harmonium by Dark Patrick (Purpurovska & Chilton) and Neil Phillips. Recorded in realtime at Eclectic studio in Oswestry in march 2013.

Dark Patrick & Neil Phillips - The Calm of the Apocalypse. Act two.

"Something Broke Inside" narrates waking from a nightmare, coughing blood laced with shards of broken glass – the psychological aftermath of contaminated intimate relationships, angst, and isolation. Surging with complex visceral textures, and an unparalleled fusion of hurdy-gurdy, Ukrainian Bagpipes, and avant-garde electronica, simultaneously potently dark and despairing, Something Broke Inside travels on a stark rhythmic beat enhancing Eugene's piercing vocals, infusing the tune with feelings of oil-and-water, while layers of sound assemble uneasiness.
lyrics
Awoken in fear
By my silent scream.
I dreamt of spitting shards with blood.
Did something break inside?
What was that?

Something inside,
Made of glass,
Something fragile,
The body didn’t hurt.
But inside all torn
And screaming: “What was that?”

Have you ever heaved up blood,
Shattered like glass,
Shouted silently?
What was that?

Something Broke Inside

tAngerinecAt are Eugene Purpurovsky and Paul Chilton - songwriters, producers, composers, and multi-instrumentalists based in Wales, UK.
Their influences range from artists like Auktyon, Grazhdanskaya Oborona, Gesaffelstein, Son Lux, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,  My Dying Bride, to the ethnic music of the Ukrainian Carpathian Mountains and the films of Sergey Parajanov. 

The duo toured Ukraine where they were founded, headlining shows throughout the country, Russia, and the UK. After moving to the UK, tAngerinecAt has extensively toured across the country.

As tAngerinecAt they released two albums - Many Kettles and  H.R V.I.P.  In August 2021 they received a Help Musicians award to release their highly anticipated album "Glass" based around Eugene’s personal experiences as a neurodivergent person, severe trauma, acute poverty and Chernobyl disaster survivor, and a queer multiethnic refugee activist from Ukraine. The album is set for release in 2022. Their recent singles Roses from Blood, Something Broke Inside and House of Shards accompanied by its music video have been notable successes. 17th January saw the release of their collaborative single Anti-Lullaby with Norwegian artist Runa de Luna.

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