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Experimental Deaths

by Whitechapel

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1.
Please, hush now and be well behaved. You have to believe it hurts me more than you. It’s nobody’s fault, it’s just time for you to go. Here I am, retrieving control, released from all those disapproving looks that you used to give me every time I did something wrong. If that’s what you want, then what am I to do? Being eyes downcast and disappear? You don’t understand it. You can’t really harm me. You did it long ago. When did you realize that you gotta get rid of this neglected child? ‘Cause you tend to forget that we are the same person since we were born. I’m here to protect you, to turn you into the kid you were before.
2.
North state New York girls have to wait all winter long to get to have some fun in the place where they belong. And they know there is a sun shining bright behind those clouds. And they know there will be life once the snow has melted down. North state New York girls love to hang in old cafés and have with hipster friends discussions on Baudelaire. And they long for something new ‘cause they just get bored to death. The clock’s hands creeping around feel just like their dying breath. It’s like you’ve been left behind. That ain’t fair, it’s true. A snort of coke just for the thrills since that there’s nothing else to do. And they long for shiny skies while the snow is pouring down. And they hate Manhattan girls ‘cause it seems they own the world. And they dream of swimming tracks staring at Cayuga’s shore. I’d like that there were something else to do for those deadweight in the snow. Just something else to do.
3.
‘Drop that’ you said ‘leave that book and come to bed’. ‘Give me a minute. I’m almost done with this’ Attracted by the strangest force, like a magnet in my hands, suddenly, fade-out slumber flooded all. I woke up sweating, trembling like a little bird. Lost in the woods, someone had his eye on me. And when the moon bent her arc little creatures jumped on me, and tied up I was dragged into the dark. ‘You are to come with us to the Great Goblin Feast. We shall dance until we all start stumbling around. The Fairy Queen will meet you now’ Oh, my, she looked so much like you. She said to me ‘as you don’t love me outside books you’ll be trapped right here with me’
4.
Now this time is over. Now you are gone for good. I have plotted every step to survive, to survive. I’ll do stuff that’ll amuse me. Things I couldn’t do with you. It won’t be such much big deal to survive without you. Hang out with my old friends. Get my old books back. I’ll try to get healthier now. Quit smoking once and for all. Get my team’s season’s pack. Driving along the coast. Perhaps I’ll give up drugs. Make friends with locals at bars. Arrange my books by author. Get back to one-night stands.
5.
The Void 04:57
The void strikes again. I’m feeling down tonight ‘cos I’m not the type who would keep the spirit up. The void lies in wait for the things I treasure most. While you slip away fear stalks me in the dark. Drifting in a stream of void flows from you the certainty of your loss and I I’ll never understand the way that things are. Drifting in a stream of void flows from you the certainty of your loss and I I’ll never understand the way that things are.
6.
Beatrice 02:24
7.
Busy hands are happy hands, pushing things a little to blank out. Just say no to those sad thoughts to brush aside your traumas and hurts. Being active and being focus is nothing but a shelter for the heart. I swear I’m doing what I can to find myself in time. It doesn’t help too much. I’m doing my best to keep my mind as sound as I can But it doesn’t help It doesn’t help. It doesn’t help. Busy hands are happy hands, just pushing things a little to blank out. Busy hands are useless hands, they never get your face out of my mind. I swear I’m doing what I can to find myself in time. It doesn’t help too much. I’m doing my best to keep my mind as sound as I can But it doesn’t help It doesn’t help. It doesn’t help. Rack one’s brain for the whole night is simple: try to square the circle, a conundrum to clear up Searching to impress all those intellectuals reciting the whole Odyssey, which you’ve learned by heart. Spend your time becoming self-destructive test your stamina in drinking, making gargles with your blood. Loose all sense, get shitfaced every now and then living in a state of oblivion, in the place you want to be.
8.
9.
Absent You 05:26
An absent you floods everything around like little holes so full they spread it out. I still can’t conceive that you are already gone. It’s like when you are not here the more present you are. Like you were to appear. An absent you hides in the closet room among our things whirling like some fume. I still can’t conceive that you are already gone. It’s like when you are not here the more present you are. Like you were to appear. Absent you haunts me at night stays with me till dawn broadcasted from where you are. (litany) That damned absent you tears apart my heart ‘cause you’re not around. An absent you won’t take me and bring me back to you. That absent you has taken me home and it won’t give in.
10.
Just as death comes without warning you became only a memory. I was right holding you in my arms when you became a memory. No consolation in what is to be recalled. That will never be enough. No consolation in the whole world falling down. That wouldn’t make things worse. I’ve realized how much I need you after you became a memory. I’ve drowned in an sea of emptiness after you became a memory. No consolation in what is to be recalled. That will never be enough. No consolation in the whole world falling down. That wouldn’t make things worse. I have to rise in revolt. I refuse to accept that ain’t nothing to be done. That won’t be enough. I just can kick up a fuss. I refuse to accept that you are gone and that’s all. That won’t be enough. I have to rise in revolt. I refuse to accept that ain’t nothing to be done. That won’t be enough. I just can kick up a fuss. I refuse to accept that you are gone and that’s all. That won’t be enough.

about

Para Whitechapel (Javier Cantudo, Pablo García) el mundo desfila despacio ante sus ojos. O, por lo menos, las fantásticas escenas que su música destila pasan por nuestra imaginación como un bello cortejo, como fantasmas mayestáticos.
Porque en Experimental Deaths, además de la desenvoltura con que Javier y Pablo se manejan con la instrumentación, con las melodías y los textos de las canciones, sus exquisitas y reveladas influencias han dejado en su trabajo un poso sin precedentes en la escena pop española. Ahí están las horas dedicadas a Elliott Smith, Pink Floyd, Iron & Wine, Nick Drake, The Byrds, John Lennon, Mojave 3,… Y es que, una vez más, se confirma ese aforismo por el que una buena banda comienza en una buena colección de discos.
La experiencia acumulada (Underwater Tea Party, Jubilee, Clovis, Sixty-Nine Million Inches) madura un proyecto iniciado con su primer trabajo, Troubled Sleep (2007), donde Whitechapel sentaban ya las bases de un pop soleado, acústico y seductor que se revalida ahora con Experimental Deaths.
Oigan “To Kill The Inner Child”, cuya atmósfera de ensoñación se interrumpe bruscamente para despertar a la vívida, magistral melodía de “North State New York Girls”. Luego ya no podrán evitar escuchar el resto del álbum.
Y después se habrán dado cuenta de que estas palabras no llegan a describir ni la mitad de la magia que Whitechapel son capaces de dibujar en el aire.

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released August 11, 2010

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