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THIS IS NOT A BROTHEL

by This is not a Brothel

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1.
Zany Zoo 04:47
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Movin’ on to the place where Anything began Two radioactive torches Overloaded like hell Neverending ocean Let the lights get in Stimulating confusion Of our hearts and brains This ain’t life for the sleeping In the rainbow we cast The worst colours, here’s the girl To lick just deep that speaking ass Runnin’ fast in the hard sun Over rotten heads Rarefied piece of asphalt Just as hot as the sand José Cuervo in the pocket Burn as fast as we can What about one plus one, man Always one what you get This ain’t life for the sleeping In the rainbow we cast The worst colours, here’s the girl To lick just deep that speaking ass We’ll go on all the night In the Zany Zoo
2.
This is not a Brothel 03:54
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I'm not a whore Unless I choose And I am not yours Unless I open legs But when and where and how and why But when and where and who Junkies and alcoholic Those who talk alone All the dead dogs On the road I'm their whore And my home It's like a castle But not for you I'm not your whore and This is not a brothel You're like the jism of the people And I get mad And I get mad
3.
Domino falls 04:36
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Like the very first day With my hand I can stop a train People shoutin’ me to go In my head I rule the world But I only want to play When I wanna laugh no don’t you blame Tell me the way I’m wrong My candles will dim with me If it’s draw then I won Like the very first day His jacket doesn’t want to stay He’s a beauty in mirrors Words they fall like domino I wanna win the game When I wanna laugh no don’t you blame Tell me the way I’m wrong My candles will dim with me If it’s draw then I won When you wanna laugh no don’t you blame Tell me the way I’m wrong The way I’m wrong
4.
Immaculate 05:07
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Floating hair They’re slippin’ on Drawing legs, a work of art Dramed you when you’re on the phone Your face is like a stolen shot Fuckin’ you will look like screwing God See you stand far Fuckin’ you will look like screwing God and you walk by on Fuckin’ you will look like screwing God I’ll stare for long Fuckin’ you will look like screwing God Every dawn and every night you’re what I dream of Every dawn and every night my restless thoughts cause When you walk on you move all God’s flow Your fingers are like the trees of God Waiting when you walk my road I’ll have you, you’ll be mine for more Neverending fever cause you smell just like the dog of God The trees of God
5.
It ain't the desert 06:19
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Ölüm bu yer için en uygun isim Uzak dıyarlardakı Yaralı savasçı gezegenlerın puruzlu yuzeylerıne benziyor. Mağaralar, oyuklar ve yeraltı inleri birçok dev erkek iskeleti içeren, her bır bolgesınde yükseklik yaklaşık dokuz fit Derin yeraltı Ritüel salonu Masonik işaretler ile süslenmis tanımlanmamıs cıhazlar bulunan Kaplanlar ve filler in uzun zamandır var olan ölü kalıntıları Büyük salonun zeminini kapliyor Sürme kayalar, kendi kendine hareket edıyorlar Catlaklarındaki kupkuru killerle beraber arkalarında uzun yollar bırakarak Vazgecmekte ozgursun Yazmakta yada bagırmakta Kacmakta ozgursun yada yalvarmakta Hıckımse senı duymayacak Hıckımse senı kurtarmayacak Burası çol değıl Empty roads filling in your eyes Dry, bald mouths, smiles you’re afraid of Warm wind blows, stink of sweat around Burns and scars, drawn by the sun Strange cries in the dark Snakes that run Overwhelming fears Strange calls in the dark Coyotes that run Overwhelming fears Stolen pans makin’ beans in a can Evil trees, a piss against the wind Tries to trip, feels lite you’re with Clint Pints of beer, watch out they will cheat
6.
The block 03:42
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Plunged into that smoking haze Down into a filthy place Or on a bridge at city edge A couple of hours and I’ll be there I’ll be there Shortcuts learnt out day by day All that helps me drift to fade Garbage, mud they permeate Huge Volcano mediate Cops and thieves in the quarter Automatic in block of flats Moveless posts and moving heads Adrenalin rush on feet and hands Feet and hands Dumpy nights on a lonely edge Among words without an end There ain’t nothing you can lose away But it’s you I wanna gain Wanna gain
7.
The doormat 03:19
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The doormat is on the threshold It’s always dirt, come tread on There on the floor, poor asshole Brushed, put aside or burnt off Standin’ on Screw up the world Wires and board Ready to work Deals and papers signed and all approved Just a rush and you’ll get brainwashed Met men alone were not alone Saw ‘em change the surface but just to amuse Forgot of their own real one You won’t change me I will change for none What you see is what you get out I’m a man, take it or leave off Not a puppet against nature Women like this there ain’t none
8.
Loving a corpse 05:07
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There is you, from behind As you’re sittin’ on the bed On the side of As you put your black tights on Still the stink of sweat around The fake calm of her dog And it’s you, yeah it’s you Dead not, just ‘cause you screw on And you do that like with corpse yeah you have sex with a corpse Know what, I prefer so ‘Cause it stinks more than a corpse yeah dead love stinks more than corpse Smiling face, but it’s just false Lavished gifts to anyone Who opens her door Of stealing fond, to anyone’s lives Of all the ways that she just knows She chose the honest one And it’s you, yeah it’s you
9.
July 03:14
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Days of July Two lads headed to the sands Two wheels on the land Getting ready for the mess Bags packed full like hell Spirit and drunkeness to share Tops they would broach by nails ‘Till they’re flat on their back In July I got an ocean in my breast In July And I got nothing to declare In July Water ain’t wiping off the smell In July Bubbles floatin’ up To the end of their two heads The preface I read She’s aware I’ll be molest
10.
Mere box 05:16
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Mere box in the eyes of the world that Doesn’t deepen much beyond than the cover You will leave me not Even broken up You gave the chance to rape you out Then you burst out Now there’s a blank square on my skull No license Was so fun to play you on You run now Cracks and crackles from inside Cut it out now You will leave me not Even broken up I won’t care enough Move your ass, mere box You won’t say you had enough I guess you can show that You will never give up You’re just a slave mere box
11.
Oda Latvija 04:21
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Damp night shoulders Eager to jump in the car The road is clear now Pushing me rush as mad What is here is gone Pages to write on and on I will forget not Rum on room and I’ll be off I ain’t but an outlander She’s a wild heat dispenser The tables are turning Can’t you see I’m always burning A bat as rebellion Closin’ eyes not to be aware Your vanity locks me I’ll lay with you ‘till I deny Said: don’t come over You’re the queen of lies Your body’s real now You’re an ode to Latvija I ain’t but an outlander She’s a wild heat dispenser The tables are turning Can’t you see I’m always burning I got nothing to offer I might be your defender The tables are turning Can’t you see I’m always burning

about

This is not a Brothel: questo non è un bordello, questa è una band. Dal 2011. Cinque teste, dieci mani, dieci piedi, chilometri e chilometri di viscere, un migliaio di ossa, anni di musica sulle spalle, dentro le vene, una priorità sempre un gradino sopra tutto il resto.
This is not a Brothel, questo non è un bordello: è una band, un disco. Il primo.

Il desiderio, l'urgenza di comunicare attraverso la distorsione, le corde vocali, attraverso un piede che batte la cassa.

This is not a Brothel: questo non è un bordello, è una band, un disco, un concept. Un'ode alla carne, al sudore, al sangue, alla vita e alla morte.
“Yeah dead love stinks more than corpse”, perché è di questo che stiamo parlando: d'amore, nient'altro che d'amore.

E l'amore, si sa, è sempre in distorsione.
Senza sconti, senza tregue.
Sempre.

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Concept nato da un’idea di Dino Cuccaro, batteria e piano elettrico (Sleeping Beauty) e Fabio Giobbe, voce e chitarra (The Disappearing One, Sleeping Beauty), che hanno dato il via nel 2011 al progetto musicale che ha poi coinvolto Giuseppe Diotaiuti, chitarra (Armida), Antonio Zannone, chitarra (il Malpertugio) e Dario Emanuele, basso (The Aircast).

Il singolo This is not a Brothel ha anticipato di qualche mese il disco d’esordio della band, pubblicato tramite la piattaforma di crowdfunding “Produzioni dal Basso” a Marzo 2014, su VINILE e in digital download. L’album, composto da 11 tracce inedite, è stato registrato presso gli Sleeping Studios, studio della band, mixato da Davide Iannuzzi presso il Prowave Studio di Monte di Procida, e con mastering di Steve Fallone presso lo Sterling Sound di New York.

Un concept album sviluppato intorno a storie di vita condotte “al limite”, connotate da una forte impronta erotica e cantate su un tappeto musicale esplosivo che nasce da un mix di Alternative e Stoner rock in stile ’90. Non a caso due dei testi dell’album, This is not a Brothel e Immaculate, sono nati dalla penna di Gianluca Merola, autore casertano la cui scrittura è caratterizzata da forti richiami al mondo erotico. Naturale, per questo, che la scelta di affidare le vesti di sexy vendicatrice nel video d’esordio This is not a Brothel, diretto da Antonio Zannone, sia caduta su Roberta Gemma, la più nota interprete nostrana del mondo hard.

credits

released March 15, 2014

Fabio Giobbe - Vox & Guitar
Dino Cuccaro - Drums & Piano
Giuseppe Diotaiuti - Guitar
Antonio Zannone - Guitar
Dario Emanuele - Bass

Music by This is not a Brothel
Lyrics by Dino Cuccaro and Fabio Giobbe

Lyrics on track 2, 4 written by Gianluca Merola
Lyrics on track 5 written by Francesco Pizzolo
Turkish speaking on track 5 by Ece Ogan

Produced by Dino Cuccaro & This is not a Brothel
Recorded by This is not a Brothel at the Sleeping Studios, Pastorano (CE)
Mixed by Davide Iannuzzi at the Prowave Studio, Monte di Procida (NA)
Mastered by Steve Fallone at Sterling Sound, New York
March 2014

Artwork by Crescenzo Di Maio
Graphics & layout by Marco Normando & Daniele Marucci
Photographs by Massimo Del Prete

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This is not a brothel: questo non è un bordello, questa è una band. Cinque teste, dieci mani, dieci piedi, chilometri e chilometri di viscere, un migliaio di ossa, anni di musica sulle spalle, dentro le vene, una priorità sempre un gradino sopra tutto il resto.
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