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Modern Delusion

by Catalogue

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1.
Synchronized 02:47
Synchronized The minute hand is running backwards The second hand is on double speed and we revolve around a crooked basis Furious pace and a lack of breath high speed , disability, two retarded fish running, circles again I wanna hold you, you wanna bite me I wanna fight you, you wanna cuddle me, two retarded fish running, circles again I turn my back then we fall into each other arms you run away then we start to both lose our minds we revolve around a crooked basis Too many hours , too much time … I lack of time , I lack of time .. The minute hand is running backwards The second hand is on double speed and we revolve around a crooked basis Furious pace and a lack of breath high speed , disability, two retarded fish running, circles again we remain asynchronous most of the time ..
2.
Parallel lines People wake up, people dress up, people step out, They move along, move along, and dive Dive …. People take trains, they move along in parallel lines People electrified, live with the devil behind, People lost in a sensual dance, brush against each others People wanna make out, They move along, move along, in nervous lines .. They move along .. Lines Leaving in a unique world, in the era of humans Connected with wires Leaving in a unique world, Magical chemistry along wires .. Lines .. They move along .. Lines People sit quietly, They move along in parallel lines People keep their eyes down Wait for some excitement People wake up, people dress up, people step out, Move along, move along Lines !
3.
Fragments 03:37
Fragments (Thomas Hardy, “Neutral Tones”) Your eyes on me Were as eyes that rove Over tedious riddles of years ago As some words played between us to and fro On which lost the more by our love And the smile on your mouth Was the deadest thing alive (alive) enough To have strength to die And a grin of bitterness swept thereby Like an ominous bird a-wing
4.
Suburban girls Suburban girls walk in two along lonely sidewalks, among giant shopping malls what are they looking for ? Where are they going to ? what are they looking for ? Where are they going to ? Suburban girls go out in two after school night after night, they get into cars what are they looking for ? Where are they going ? what are they looking for ? Where are they going ? Suburban girls meet boys in two sometimes, they are nice, sometimes shit happen it's getting late, we should be home by now And now, they stand in the middle of nowhere, with their broken hearts torn clothes, tears in their eyes Suburban girls buy guns in two they are far too old now to keep on playing once they'll find them, the game will be done And now, they stand in the middle of nowhere, with their broken hearts torn clothes, tears in their eyes
5.
Houseplant 03:22
Houseplant I'm standing by the window watching the dust electrical shocks thru my legs bumping below my feet I'm standing by the window watching the dust swirling thru the air, shinny seeds in the sun stand, still, wait quiet silence, water empty life I feel like a houseplant , two feet stuck into the ground you're asking about sensitivity, you're wondering how I feel inside I feel like an houseplant, two feet stuck into the ground Dust on my shoulders, bring me some water, bring me in the sun I'm fading away, I'm fading away I feel like an houseplant, two feet stuck into the ground stand, still, wait quiet silence, water empty life I used to dive, in your liquid eyes and you showed me the way
6.
2030 04:16
2030 Laisser aller ses pas au hasard Sortir de nulle part Croire aux lendemains qui chantent Jouer l'indifférence, s'occuper de ses chats Vautré dans un canapé, se prendre à rêver. Friser l'impertinence, essayer l'insolence Aimer la facilité, le laisser aller Succomber à la tentation, Manquer de stimulation Avoir des obsessions, compter sa collection Des milliers de visages, dessinés dans les marges France 2030, un espoir au quotidien France 2030, un espoir pour demain Détester se lever, toujours recommencer Penser, penser Des milliers de visages, croisés au hasard Fouler les sentiers de la gloire, se perdre dans les couloirs Braquer des portes fermés, et défiler, Défiler, en rangs serrés. France 2030, un espoir au quotidien France 2030, un espoir pour demain Satisfaction à la télé sur FR3 Danser, en chaussures rouges en 1983 France 2030, un espoir pour demain France 2030 ...
7.
At night 03:02
At night Eyes closed, nightmares I'm in a urge, I'm tense More or less, I'm exhausted Hard nights, and I stand still Stand still, breathless More or less, more nightmares Conscious state, a final crash Piece of this, more of that Every ten seconds, I'm rewinding again Final car crash on a black montain Every ten seconds, I'm rewinding again Final car crash on a black montain Hot lava, firing my soul .. I'm alive, I'm sinking straight to the bottom Hot lava, Firing my soul ..
8.
Casino 03:02
Casino Some say it's good luck Some call it goo fortune Make up your mind, time to roll the dice Flip the coin, but it will end on the ground Cause it's dice, luck, gamble Get your game on, Casino Some believe you should have faith Some rather stay in the darkness Make up your mind, time to roll the dice Flip the coin, but it will end on the ground Cause it's dice, luck, gamble get your game on, Casino Tricks, lies, life, Every second, every time Wheel keeps on turning, clock is ticking high Dice, luck , Gamble Casino
9.
La Croix 04:05
La Croix ( Inspired by a text by Jean Pierre Siméon “ L'Imprécateur “-” Témoins à charge”) Entassés au fond des impasses, Têtes tournées vers le néant Ecorchés aux murs Tire sur la corde, serre les cordons, étrangle Les mains plongées dans le sang Terres arides, macération des haines Mûrissement des colères, prêches de redresseur de torts Moisissures rampantes, poubelles à ciel ouvert Des idées mortes, des idées mortes Le ver sous ta peau, aspire le vide Le ver sous ta peau avance Cratères vides, vapeurs serviles Des volcans de plomb pour enfermer les vivants Statues de sel, corps tordus par les sangles Des ongles qui déchirent, qui dérapent en fuyant Embardés fatales, accidents misérables, Vie de fin de match, au fond des caves, Vermines grouillantes, mord la main qui te serre, Ta vie vulgaire, mort la main qui te serre Le ver sous ta peau, aspire le vide Le ver sous ta peau avance
10.
Ageing (As time goes by) -some verses from “Over Time” by Herman Hupfeld Ageing, sneak inside your bones It's a standout parade on your face Ageing so unforgettable The one you use to be has suddenly gone Cause there is a place that you don't know where I belong Ageing crawls under you skin the day it starts dating, then you're done Ageing crosses over the boundaries The guy you did not invited to your party As time goes by .. It's still the same old story A fight for love and glory As time goes by...
11.
Kids Of the Black Hole ( Frank Agnew – The Adolescents ) No sound is heard from unit two When there was once so much to do Was once a green mansion, but now it's a wasteland Our days of wreckless fun are through GO! Kids in a fast lane living for today No rules to abide by and no one to obey Sex, drugs and fun is their only thought and care Another swig of brew another overnight affair House of the filthy, house not a home House of destruction where the lurkers roamed House that belonged to all the homeless kids … Kids of the black hole Messages and slogans are the primary decor History's recorded in a clutter on the floor Inhabitants that searched the grounds for roaches or spare change Another night of chaos is so easy to arrange House of the filthy, house not a home House of destruction where the lurkers roamed House that belonged to all the homeless kids The nights of birthdays The nights of fry The nights of violence The nights of noise … House of the filthy, house not a home House of destruction where the lurkers roamed House that belonged to all the homeless kids …. Kids of the black hole

about

MODERN DELUSION is the 3rd album of the trio, it was born during the lockdown of spring 2020. Constrained times that gave birth to scenarios of anguish and apocalypse.
In this daily dystopia, the 3 clandestine heroes find themselves lost, aware of the time that passes and the time that presses. The idea of revisiting Kids of the Black Hole, a grandiose hymn to adolescence and Rock'n Roll, is obvious.
The contemporary absurdity accelerates, bland slogans try to mask the surrounding violence, and in the middle of this modern delirium, there are still the followers of music played loudly in all the cellars of the planet. So the tracks are composed in mute, then recorded and produced at home by the band during the following months. More composed, more mature, this album is also freer and navigates between disco, noise, sweet synth pop, goth, the ariane thread being the desire to wiggle while listening.


MODERN DELUSION est le 3ème album du trio, il est né pendant le confinement du printemps 2020. Temps contraints qui ont fait naître des scénarios d’angoisse et d'apocalypse.
Dans cette dystopie quotidienne, les 3 héros clandestins se retrouvent paumés, conscients du temps qui passe et du temps qui presse. L’idée de reprendre Kids of the Black Hole, hymne grandiose à l’adolescence et au Rock’n Roll s’impose.
L’absurdité contemporaine accélère, des slogans fades tentent de masquer la violence alentour, et au milieu de ce délire moderne, il reste les adeptes de musique jouée bien fort dans toutes les caves de la planète. Planche de salut donc, les titres sont composés en sourdine, puis enregistrés et produits à la maison par le groupe durant les mois qui suivent. Plus posé, plus mature, cet album est également plus libre et navigue entre disco, noise, synthétique sucrée, gothique, le fil d’ariane étant l’envie de se trémousser à l’écoute.

credits

released January 27, 2023

CATALOGUE are Emma Amaretto : vocals, guitar, programming, synth, Eric Trolux : guitar, synth and Raphael Bathore : bass, vocals

All tracks by Catalogue except Kids Of The Black Hole by Frank Agnew - The Adolescents.
Recorded in april 2021 and february 2022 by Rudy Romeur, mixed by Emma and masterised by Nicolas Dick.
Artwork by Emmanuel Lamotte

This record has been co produced by Catalogue, Crapoulet Records, HVIV Records and Assos'y'song

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