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BRANDO -BIOGRAPHIE biographie - the headless horseman is a preacher - lyrics
Brando débute en 1991 dans le sous-sol d'une maison de South Walnut Street à Bloomington, dans l'Indiana, USA. Le groupe compte de nombreux intervenants. Intervenants qui peu à peu abandonnent le projet. C'est finalement en 1993 que Derek Richey (chants, guitare), Nathan Bryant (guitare) et Dan Solero (percussion) constituent, ce qui reste encore, le noyau central du groupe. Tout en faisant de nombreuses apparitions sur scène et en multipliant les collaborations (avec Jeb Sanner notamment, producteur de June Panic, Secretly Canadian), le projet reste sur une brèche jusqu'en 1997. Peu à peu une plus grande cohésion s'installe avec la participation régulière de Josh Seib, qui devient le premier bassiste attitré du groupe. En 1997, pour raisons professionnelles & familiales le trio fondateur se sépare. Derek Richey continue ses travaux d'écriture à un rythme soutenu. Il interprète et enregistre ses nouvelles compositions, seul parfois, ou avec Nathan, Dan et Josh lors de leurs passages à Bloomington. Les collaborations se font plus rares mais gagnent en intensité. Elles deviennent plus fructueuses. Ces derniers enregistrements sont à l'origine d'une compilation qui sort début 2000 sur un label indépendant de Bloomington, Smokeylung Recording. " The Adder " contient 14 chansons sélectionnées parmi plus de 200 disponibles. Quelques mois plus tard, un seconde compilation " Peacocks on linen " sort chez ce même label. " Peacocks " marque le début d'un son devenu plus "clair". Certaines mélodies préfigurent les compositions futures du groupe. " The Headless Horseman is a Preacher " est le premier véritable album de Brando. Sorti au mois de février 2001 chez Smokeylung, il marque le début d'une vraie reconnaissance. Il bénéficia de nombreux passages radios et attira à maintes reprises l'attention des critiques. Véritable buffet musical " The headless Horseman is a Preacher " se tourne vers les diverses influences du groupe (" Don't Trifle " regarde Guided By Voices, " Death of a Disco Dancer, revisited " salue les premiers Bowie, " Theories of a Division " porte les accents de Dean Wareham période Galaxie 500). Il est aussi l'occasion pour Brando d'imprimer sa propre empreinte : mélodies douces qui contrastent avec la voix écorchée de Derek et l'excentricité des textes. The Headless Horseman is a Preacher nécessite
une attention particulière. Les richesses de l'album se révèlent
à chaque nouvelle écoute. Brando - "the headless horseman is a preacher" - TAL-003 "The Headless Horseman is very much a messenger. Punishing the wicked with the message of their own demise; he is both the ghost of judgement and the Almighty's uncompromising executioner. The Horseman is not evil, but a preacher wielding the power to condemn. In our world, there is much wickednes to be confronted, but we have no horseman." 1. the headless horseman is a preacher - 2. the fight club song - 3. the seed - 4. theories of division - 5. pilot of this ship - 6. hold me mine - 7. leaving the scene of a crime - 8. the lazybeats - 9. when in rome - 10. the leaving of ayetch - 11. overtime - 12. driving your point - 13. death of a disco dancer - 14. don't trifle - 15. while we got the time - 16. fleets, flying by me - 17. siphoning - 18. fatigue* - 19. darkheart* - 20. instantly spaceships* * bonus tracks for the european release only. Brando is: Derek Richey: vocalist, all instruments. Nathan
Bryant: guitars. Dan Solero: sometimes drums, sometimes guitar,
and electronica. Josh Seib: all instrument. Finn Swingley: some
guitars. Kenny Childers: some guitars. Jorma Whittaker: some bass
guitar, lead singer of Marmoset (Secretly Canadian). Daniel Tau:
drummer.
the fight club song / I've struggled with this too long but now I know which way to go & everyone who loved me has disappeared and gone maybe this is what was ordered but I do not recall menus and we use to make out pre-plans and we use to travel light but when the orders became binding well the subjects all took flight and I caught you down and sighing but you said it was only right. the seed / I walked to sea on my knees took the needle from your vein yelled and screamed in a choir desires keeps it lean keeps it down keeps the atoms on the ground on the outside of the seed please desire sire me intervene turn the shower into streams on the outside of the seed and the disco queen insists to be an aggravation to the scene keeps the atoms from flying free. theories of division / painted other portraits the volume was simplified pushing me on posture and eyelid dives when it feels like your eyes start when it seems like we're apart when this new thing inspires me your eyes don't desire me the theories of division make way & its inside my range and it takes you away examples of disconnect dampen the hidden sex its all in the balancing and more than just challenging. pilot of this ship / when you came out in pigtails and you danced about the floor like a dear hold it a while hold it a mile you hold it too long now bring it along you love your mirros and your mountain crests & this is your best (you're the only girl) so leave it or not (you're the only girl) when I came I was the pilot of this ship I was the pirate of this ship. leaving the scene of the crime / and it was hidden under your style the gaping mope and soft denial quite always the senseless sigh when leaving the room with goodbyes and footprints are marked by electric tape murdered bodies on the landscape & leaving the scene of the crime has never been easy before & leaving the scene of a crime and heading to opposite shores it was obvious and bright your doorstep waves and plans you left in the mid of the night I'm sure your demons helped you land there are murdered bodies on the landscape. lazybeats / sitting on the plastic benches and old world atrophy keeping us with all the newpapers cos' we have to be on our toes & we've stoppedour worlds for another beat sitting on the last page that you wanna read and I can't get you do it another old world catastrophe you let yourself get choked up by the lazybeats & we've stopped all our worlds for another beat. the leaving of ayetch / when it feels less its all wrong had a dream that was all wrong that i left you for breathing and I left for a season and it felt right at the time but now you know you own it I never knew the time at every single moment I never knew the time it was springtime in b-town nineteen and all out and the cages were empty and it felt right at the time...you'll never be aware of my only part. hold me mine / million dollar smile and then some put that stuff in park you would collar life, or would hon' & learn to love the dark would you need the time where we all fall underneath you shoe in and out of binds & then some how that nothing grew hold me mine coming round the bend you slip by right before their eyes its coming to an end no replies brings a new supply. overtime / never thought it could stop caring always had that ideal but when the world began to drop the cage was emptied on the spot now don't you get the wrong idea there are thoughts of your existence no fault of your persistence but it just don't care...you're basically overtime, over mine I know always thought there would be someone the stage was always set but all the linen soon caught fire and the curtains burned to bits now don't you get - - get the wrong idea we all have friends that we believe and it aint those who you deceive but who you put down on their knees. driving your point / you never know who is your friend unless you pick them and not you this is the best thing to do but you want attention straight through you're driving your point through this is what you want to do this is the best thing to do but you want attention straight through jackboots and things you won't choose you're driving you point through. death of a disco dancer (revisited) / death of a disco dancer oh I'd rather not get involved I never talk to my neighbors I'd rather not get involved carry on... don't trifle / don't trifle with calcium splash indeed don't trifle and all that you pretend to need and when you are on your knees don't trifle with the pot smoke from your nose its building down to your toes & it seems to be intensified the dreams held up by sleepy eyes it seems to be intensified the dreams held up by sleepy eyes don't miss it or you'll never feel quite the same reciprocate fair game fairly understood oh wasn't this so understood but you overdo the druggy eyes... and while we got the time / and while we got the time why don't we say our twenty words and keep those sentences short and sweet because my attention just won't keep don't talk about a movie or some stupid dream just quickly tell me over and over the special things I keep, I keep. fleets, flying by me / fleets flying by me its my kind of sea but not my reprieve please turn them around and show them the town where I once was king not, to blow them away but get them to stay my home is the place siphoning / you painted your nails and in order you set all the things I'd regret you practiced your tales and in order you let all the air in degrees & when it had failed you won't defend all the ends to your means & the time traps your sails that would take you around all the troubles you found you pardon yourself but it never will hold for the things you were told just siphoning don't share secret you're tougher than nails or your stoned like the sky & your eyes do abide you're quiet and closed but its just a charade that has covered your aims you commute with the best & the time traps you sails and ignores all the gales and when it has failed sure you defend all the ways you upend and pardon yourself but it won't ever hold all the feelings you stole.
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