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Some More Songs Lost in Themselves

by THE SOMNAMBULIST

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LSD Really nice indie rock from Berlin. I’ll recommend the music videos on YouTube of this band! There is a whole playlist made and easy to find.
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1.
Can't you feel a breeze, the thrill of what the hell's gonna go on 'round here Drivin' down rainy highways alive with never-endin' lonesome yards Don't let your loony hunger linger for a damn single second more All strain is over! Daydreams are simmerin' on the horizon of dumbfoundin' events to come While chromium-blued mouldings are soaked and eager to shrivel Slap the radio on and God, may us be damned if we don't mess it all up right now All strain is over!
2.
Sometimes I lie And wonder about How did I do Sometimes I hide Where I won't be found Where I renew So how do you feel when you see Who's going after you? No bottom line, sometimes Send flowers from where you go It's all up to you It's all unwitnessed and you know No need to lie Poor you, you'll never know How loving you can burn slow Ravaging everywhere you go Glamouring like a star I wonder about Being that afar So how do you feel when you seem to tempt Who's going after you, Who's going to feed on your contempt? No need to lie Poor you, you'll never know What loving you can undergo Loving you can burn slow I see you and all of your stains I see you and all of your chains I see you won't learn, you'll never know I see you won't burn
3.
Again I sing for who can trace a path or two Weighing how insidious your wiles they have become Yet it's not a song for you Again I'm torn by whom? Weighing how devious at times you may have gone No one knows the price on your head They say many have tried and tried You are proudly ashamed of yourself Now close your eyes, it's time to...
4.
Lametech 02:03
I crumb the mere shell of a bat Here it comes, that smell... When did you hear a roar of satellites? What if they touched the ground? Some of the pieces won't be summarized Some will be then cauterized Some may cause a little fit Several can't be cut, so don't try! Such a lame technology Can't belong to our time (Hey, really: why?) ...where did you go?
5.
Lowerin' sun I'm like being widowed Here is one who's mourning For a word I never breathe Here is one I don't wanna be that phobic Such a bone-idle mess I don't wanna be that phoney Such a crab up my ass Never pry, never know Never show other than what's gross Enough for you? Heck is with you? Get out of myself Never want, never will Ain't enough for one Too much for two and bound for nowhere From a spleen of known descent Never breathe a word right before you mend Every chair thrown at once Every spit on proper blends Neither side of the conversation arrived to compromise As you knew and condenscended as well, so did tension rise You can call out for a manhunt You can call out for a fence You can call out for a detrimental way to make some sense But don't you dare ride a wave that gets right beneath the core He felt stupid and contagious, well I feel relinquished and grave You can call out for a fundamental flaw in my demanding rant But don't you dare fob me off with a spleen of known descent I don't wanna be that phobic Such a bone-idle mess I don't wanna be that phoney, no way Heck is with you? Get out of myself Heck is with you? Enough for none but for you
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about

In Spring 2020, shortly after the first lockdown in Berlin came to an end, Marco Bianciardi (vocals, guitar), Leon Griese (drums) and Isabel Rößler (bass, who had joined the band half an year before then) finally met again in the practice room. Here they began writing a follow-up album to Hypermnesiac, which was just released the February prior. The initial project – an LP titled “All Strain is Over”, a liberating hymn to celebrate the future end of the pandemic - ran aground a year later because of further lockdowns and the departure of Rößler from the band. Griese and Bianciardi then decided to split the accumulated material in two parts and complete the production of two distinct EPs as a duo, with the involvement of a number of guest musicians for recording.

Some More Songs Lost in Themselves is the first of these EPs to be released, recorded with the composer and multi-instrumentalist Paul Peuker on bass. Six impressionistically brief songs that develop and refine the band's path undertaken in the preceding album of simplification, synthesis and innovation of their language; featuring more accessible, direct and effective musical solutions, while retaining the courage, tension and sense of fracture typical of their previous works. Thanks to Rößler's contribution to the songwriting process, the songs gain a particularly playful and minimalistic approach. From the supernaturally groovy bubblegum pop of The Freewheelers and All Strain is Over, to the caustic and glam-rocking bittersweetness of Flowers from Where You Go and Lowerin' Sun, through the ambiguity, fierceness and angularity of Not a Song for You and Lametech, these shapeshifting songs wander into borderless territories in a way that is highly cinematic and, paradoxically, easy-listening and deeply complex at once. This, as a rough approximation, is the blistering material of a record which sounds like breaking the perception of time (like the dream of a long journey experienced within a contradicting length of time) and, with repeated playing, seems to both reveal and conceal its own secret: the ever-thickening mystery behind the hall of mirrors where The Somnambulist's songs come from.

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released December 2, 2022

All songs written and arranged by Marco Bianciardi, Isabel Rößler and Leon Griese.

Performed by:
Marco Bianciardi: vocals, guitars, bass, samples;
Leon Griese: drums and percussion;
Paul Peuker: bass.

Synthesizer on track 01 by Luca Canciello.

Sound and recording engineers: Adrian Holder and Leon Griese.
Recorded in Berlin at Babybazaar Studio, May and August 2021.
Mixed in Cascina at Ale Sportelli Recording Studio, February 2022.
Mastered in Berlin by Giovanni Conti at Artefacts Studio, April 2022.

Artwork by Senya Corda and Marco Bianciardi.

Produced by Adrian Holder, Leon Griese and Marco Bianciardi.

© 2022 Slowing Records

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THE SOMNAMBULIST Berlin, Germany

THE SOMNAMBULIST is the project of a fluid international collective of Berlin-based musicians which defies any easy classification.
In its decade-long existence, the band has released four full-length albums (Moda Borderline, Sophia Verloren Quantum Porn and Hypermnesiac). A brand new EP is set to be released on December 2, 2022 by the band’s own label Slowing Records.
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