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Plastik Durdens EP

by Plastik Durdens

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1.
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
2.
Bullseye 04:03
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
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Somedays 03:09
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
4.
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
5.
Waste 02:56
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…
6.
Underground 03:05
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

about

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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