Plastik Durdens EP

by Plastik Durdens

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With themes that span from satirical images and anecdotes about urban culture and the modern way of life in great cities, in april 2011 the Plastik Durdens present their first, totally independent, self titled EP, produced and recorded in a home studio, taking by storm the underground music scene of São Paulo.

Not by chance, it is easy to spot in the lyrics a certain resemblance to the tales of iconic cult movie pictures, such as the fury of Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver, Renton’s madness in Trainspotting or even the escape from all regular patterns by Alexander De Large in the dense and terrifying Stanley Kubrick classic, A Clockwork Orange. But it was in Tyler Durden, from the cynic and libertine Fight Club, that these four blokes from São Paulo found all the explanations to the band’s name.

The group, formed in 2010, create a unique atmosphere of ideals, values and feelings as much by the lyrics as for their well arranged melodies. Let it be by the vocal attacks of André Gomes, Paulo Sbrighy’s dense guitars, Michell Campos’ precise drums, or the heavy, on the spot notes of Erich Lago’s bass, the Plastik Durdens sound can be described as the perfect representation of contemporary musical art.

Having british rock as it’s major influence, the Plastik Durdens have the constant work of backing vocals in their music, showing hints of the sound of the sixties from The Kinks, The Who, The Beatles and The Small Faces. The inspirations from Joy Division, The Cure, New Order and The Stone Roses in the eighties, and the influence of the sound effects and melodies used in the nineties that could remind the listener of Blur, Suede, Radiohead, The Verve and Primal Scream.

A common characteristic among all of these bands, is that they always associated their music and image to art. And in this subject, the ones who have witnessed the first gigs promoting the launch of the homonymous, independently produced Plastik Durdens EP, noticed that as much as in the stages of Barra Funda (Livraria da Esquina) as in the alternative scene of Rua Augusta (Outs Club), the Durdens are energetic, effusive and vibrant, just like the works of Basquiat and Andy Warhol, and leave us in an eternal gazing sense of appreciation, worthy of an Escher masterpiece with its complex, enigmatic illusions and differentiated interpretations of concrete reality.

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released April 8, 2011

Music by Plastik Durdens
Produced by Plastik Durdens
Mastered by Alécio Costa
Plastik Durdens are : Paulo Sbrighy(guitars, vocals),Erich Lago(bass, vocals) Michell Campos (drums) and André Gomes (lead vocals)
Contact : www.plastikdurdens.com

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Track Name: August Sidewalks
I got sicky sick

Last nite strollin’ down broken sidewalks

I saw pieces of meat

Selling heart, all so, so very cheap

I saw flashin’lights

Flash lights, traffic lights shining so bright

Coming over coming tight

Come on over, hit me hard

Pieces of souls everywhere

Having fun, poison in the brain

Come down walk the august sidewalks

They will bring you fun all night long

You can feel the concrete chewing

Let’s all feel the august sidewalks

EAT

EAT us alive

EAT EAT us alive

Lust burning between our legs

Perverts suckin’ in the shades

Pelvis shaking down street drains

Til’we all can feel the same

Come down walk the august sidewalks

They will bring you fun all night long

You can feel the concrete chewing

Let’s all feel the august sidewalks

EAT

EAT us alive

EAT EAT us alive
Track Name: Bullseye
All the skilled pros in the company

Sipping coffee mad on punctuality

Bonus and incentives that are made to please

Million dollar robots always pumped with grease

Clockworking pros of the company

Oooh

They’re so scary

Cause they’ve got black belts and they’re managers

If you don’t do what you’re told to ll´get angry

Ooh scary

All the skilled pros in the company

Killing dying for the new promotion tree

They all worship the brand that has made them pleased

And in their conventions socialize and drink

Even though the pressure chews up their kidneys

Oooh

Are you happy ?

Cause if you don’t do what the blue oval people tell you to

They’ll come and get yer

Ooh scary

Six Sigma Fuckin’ hierarchy

Major comments, Sarbanes Oxley

Mr Henry, stuff in them Prozac

Mr Henry, stuff in them grease

The shares go down but the production never cease

Hey mister Henry!

Clockworking pros of the company
Track Name: Somedays
Panic in the early hour

Insomniac eyes seem to pop out

Heart pumping like an alarm clock

I can’t live without

Crazy lonely days to come

My life feels so numb

Scream, breathe, run away from this

Get los t in the sound


And some days

Have no escape

Have no songs

Have no sound

Just the empty

Of modern anguishes

Of arrogances

That pierce us inside


Ibsen, Aguilar, Pollock, Nazar, do you feel the same ?

The feeling of being trapped in this

Get lost in the colours

Colours that wash way the grey

That help ease the pain

The feeling of a great escape from this

Get lost in the sound


And some days

Have no escape

Have no songs

Have no sound

Just the empty

Of modern anguishes

Of arrogances

That pierce us inside


Help me, help me scape from here


And some days

Have no escape

Have no songs

Have no sound

Just the empty

Of modern anguishes

Of arrogances

That pierce us inside
Track Name: Look Back And Shine
The seasons come

And wash away the way things are

And on goes life

Life’s ups and downs

The saddest things were torn apart

Since you came by

Looked back with shine


Feet into sand

Sea sun and endless days of love

All in one

I wanna be you

Forever you the one who heals with fingertips that burn me up inside

You are the reason that I smile

Beautiful one

Take what’s mine

Fill me with the joy

I see in your eyes

Help me survive

Look back and shine

With gold, lips sapphires

Look back and shine
Track Name: Waste
Here am I again

Afraid from all my pain

And I hate you for wanting you

I want you just to kill you

For I have many wounds

That’ll never ever ever heal

I’ve many reasons, to never ever ever kneel

I’m happy with perfect lies

Lie to me while I cry


I search for slaughter

I search for highs

I wanna waste, my wasted time

I search for slaughter

I search for highs

I wanna waste, my wasted time


Wasting time


Here am I again

Afraid from all my pain

And I hate you for wanting you

I want you just to kill you

For I have many wounds

That’ll never ever ever heal

I’ve many reasons, to never ever ever kneel

I’m happy with perfect lies

Lie to me while I cry


I search for slaughter

I search for highs

I wanna waste, my wasted time

I search for slaughter

I search for highs

I wanna waste, my wasted time


Wasted time


Waste, waste, waste…
Track Name: Underground
Little Bubby Loo likes dressing up in styley freakey

Gearing to go for another sunrise through the buildings

Stolichnaya, a pill will go fine and tasty

Stickin’ underground Clash The Edge for another evening

Then she goes


Na na na na na na na na na na na

No one here is ordinary

No one here is

Just not pretty

Nothing in this world will make us leave here


Pretty Caleb boy likes playing rock star in the city

Hangin’out on arty basements in his world of indie

Lager, candy, mates

All bands are coming this year

Stickin’ underground the way of life of urban beings


Na na na na na na na na na na na

No one here is ordinary

No one here is

Just not pretty

Nothing in this world will make us leave here