Experimental Deaths

by Whitechapel

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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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Track Name: To Kill The Inner Child
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.
Track Name: North State New York Girls
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.
Track Name: The Goblin Feast
‘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’
Track Name: The Master Plan
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.
Track Name: The Void
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.
Track Name: Busy Hands Are Happy Hands
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.
Track Name: Absent You
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.
Track Name: On Becoming A Memory
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.