A Silent Language

by Megaphone ou la Mort

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La banda valenciana Megaphone Ou La Mort es una especie en extinción. Porque lo suyo es el rock pero entienden este como una amalgama de sonidos en los que caben desde la vanguardia neoyorquina de los setenta hasta el protopunk, el rock experimental, la canción de autor vía Leonard Cohen o la chanson francesa. A Silent Language es su nuevo trabajo y los parámetros no cambian. Amparados en letras que van del hastío vital al autoconsuelo,
canciones como «Propos Amorphes» o «Candela’s Club» se me antojan tan punks como cualquier tema de los Sex Pistols o los Dead Kennedys, aunque poco tengan que ver con estas en sonoridad. No ha pasado su propuesta desapercibida para el sello belga VGB que ha reeditado un disco en primer lugar aparecido en la autoedición. Con la actitud de Johnny Thunders y el alma de Durutti Column, John Cage y Glenn Branca estarían orgullosos de ellos.
EDUARDO IZQUIERDO (Ruta 66, Nov. 2013)

La obra póstuma de una de las formaciones con más carisma, con epicentro en la ciudad del Turia, a partir de una multicultural amalgama de influencias y orígenes. José Luis Macías produjo una energética combinación de pop y rock, con momentos de verdadera épica.
CÉSAR CAMPOY (Banda Sonora - Las Provincias, 19.08.2014)

Con "A Silent Laguage", Megaphone ou la Mort han confirmado su status privilegiado en el panorama musical nacional. Guitarras entre lo atmosférico y la rudeza casi hard rock, hipnóticas lineas de bajo que cabalgan sobre percusiones tribales, acertadas melodías en los teclados apoyadas sobre numerosos detalles de una producción de lujo y una de las mejores voces se unen en un disco que ya es uno de los mejores del año.
ANTONIO MADRID SOUTO (Alquimia Sonora)

Vibrante epitafio de una de las mejores bandas surgidas en Valencia en el último lustro.
CARLOS PÉREZ DE ZIRIZA

Con A Silent Language Megaphone ou la Mort dan continuación a su brillante debut Camarade Coma (2009, PIAS), confirman, apuntalan y expanden todo lo bueno que ya mostraban en ese disco y ante todo todo rompen el silencio, el suyo y el nuestro, honrándolo.
MED VEGA (Más Truenos Magazine)

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released April 22, 2013

Grabado, Mezclado y Masterizado por Jose Luis Macías en los
estudios JR La Sala de Valencia entre los Meses de Marzo 2011 y Abril 2012.

Producción artística: José Luis Macías, John Martínez, Diego Summo y Sergio Sorace.

Todos los temas pertenecen a John Martinez y Diego Summo.

Excepto:
BAD SEED (J. Martinez)
CANDELA'S CLUB (J. Martinez-D. Summo-S. Sorace)
A DESERTER'S TALE (J. Martinez-D. Summo-S.Sorace)
FIGURANT (Megaphone ou la mort)
CHANSON DE L'OUBLI (J. Martinez-F. Marti-A. Roselló)
WE WERE NEVER YOUNG, WE WERE NEVER SKINNY (D. Summo)

MEGAPHONE OU LA MORT son:
John Martínez (Voz)
Diego Summo (Guitarra)
Sergio Sorace (Batería)
Sr. Correcto (Guitarra)
Fer Martí (Bajo)

Una Producción de VGB (Bélgica)

Artwork ("A Silent Language"): Ferran Brooks (con Vortex Studios), modelo: Carmen Verdú Pardinez.

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Track Name: A SILENT LANGUAGE
This cruel body
The effeminate swank
a rather hard mouth
a wild boy in disguise

You make me feel uncivilized

Beauty for beauty's sake while stupidity tries and tries and tries
there'll always be music, music and summer nights

I'm sorry if I left you the wrong instructions.

A silent language.
Track Name: CANDELA'S CLUB
Life is quite detestable when you make no mistake
Vanity sheer vanity
She can't concentrate so she'll get in a state
She tends to exaggerate
You'll never feel the hands of somebody that understands

Candela's club, all regrets and self-pity
Candela's club entices a regiment of lazy lovers

She's a modern girl, she can't help but be sarcastic
Nicotine, pretty fingers, champagne veins
An expression for all this anguish
No signs of changing, just signs of aging

Candela's club, all regrets and self-pity
Candela's club entices a regiment of lazy lovers
Track Name: THIS IS MY BLOOD
Looking out my window, I wonder where it all begins

This is my blood, this is my blood, this is my, this is my...

The smile is fatal, we all live in little tins

Where's Jennifer Gentle?
May the loveless boy belong
Where's Jennifer Gentle?

This is my blood, this is my blood, this is my, this is my...

Eyeless, earless, brainless hearts
I may have ruined you with my virginity

This is my blood, this is my blood, this is my, this is my...

Parisian girls like me will crawl to entertain you

I'm an abstract expressionist, am I?
Track Name: PROPOS AMORPHES
Tu te réveilles un peu désanimé,
suffoquant à la pensée de ces jours qui s'étendent devant toi.
Vivre mais comment ? C'est un combat.
L'ennui, l'accablement, la nausée du temps.
On côtoie la folie plus qu'autre chose dans ce chaos quotidien.
Cultivons la dérision, peut-être l'espoir.

Je vous rappelle que la passion est une virtue
Je vous rappelle que la passion est une virtue
Je vous rappelle que la passion est une virtue
Je vous rappelle que la passion est une virtue

Bien sûr, il y a eu des moments de résignation.
Une nuit coupée de cauchemars,
se surprendre à sourdement détester l'humanité.
Tournent les saisons, passent les années.
De frustations courantes, d'éprouvantes révoltes
et des de toute façon on va te baiser.

Je vous rappelle que la passion est une virtue
Je vous rappelle que la passion est une virtue
Je vous rappelle que la passion est une virtue
Je vous rappelle que la passion est une virtue

People don't see when I walk, I just scream I won't talk
The mood is down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down.
People don't see when I walk, I just scream I won't talk
The mood is down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down.
Track Name: PASSAGERS CLANDESTINS
Tu zones toujours entre 3 et 4
Ces petits matins immortels, pas de sursis
Promenade de la chienne, ça te fait du bien
Elle t'éblouit, elle n'a peur de rien

Passagers clandestins,
Pour une belle échappée
Mais sans lendemain, sans lendemain

On nargue la débauche
Tout glisse, tout s'émousse
Un Cortazar balbutiant aux yeux de ma douce
Le cinéma vérité, c'est notre amour enclin...

Passagers clandestins,
Pour une belle échappée
Mais sans lendemain, sans lendemain

Turn out the light, darling
Please take me in
Turn out the light
In orange country, there's always time to sleep
An unmade bed, few secrets to keep
between dismay and a nervous laugh.

(Song for D.L.)
Track Name: BAD SEED
Take away his sins or take away his pills
When the bruises fade, he won't stop to think
Bleak introspection, the enemy is indecision
Today he has so much to do, kill memory, provide a different view
The talk, the talk, the talk, the talk, the talk
end up sleeping by the side of the road

Heavy dreams unfold the bad seed
Heavy dreams unfold the bad seed

With the smell of sex and sweat and the first kiss of a cigarette
Through the filthy smog of time,
she is chained and bound, she is chained and bound.
In the morning, reading the pages of winter
In a sky with darkening words, darkening words, darkening words.

Heavy dreams unfold the bad seed
Heavy dreams unfold the bad seed
Track Name: FIGURANT
On passe à travers à soi des soirs où l'on se ment si soigneusement, si soigneusement.
Prends la fuite et la meute aboit.
Aujourd'hui, l'adulte hésitant cherche une porte de sortie
mais c'est la sanction.

Dysfunctional home, the whiskey lady, a mispent youth.
Dysfunctional home, the whiskey lady, a mispent youth.

La nuit offre des perspectives :
plus on rugie, plus on est attractif.
Celle-là s'appelle Lucie, une autre Émilie
mais c'est Gaëlle qui rougit.
Oui, c'est Gaëlle.

Dysfunctional home, the whiskey lady, a mispent youth.
Dysfunctional home, the whiskey lady, a mispent youth.
Track Name: WAKE UP ROMEO
From the ruins of your mind, pursuing self-harm
It's you on him, or it's you and him
on the razorblade, chaos and beauty
it's the sweetest embrace we need to share
Mention romance and I secretly panic

WAKE UP, ROMEO
WAKE UP, ROMEO

In a plastic town, nothing but uniforms
Plain hypocrisy, pure mediocrity
a lack of sleep and I'm open all night
I have to recognize
They'll have to apologize
Society finds me looking rough

WAKE UP, ROMEO
WAKE UP, ROMEO

Battered boys, unfinished joys.
Battered boys, unfinished joys.
Battered boys, unfinished joys.
Battered boys, unfinished joys...
Track Name: CHANSON DE L'OUBLI
Malgré toutes ces choses inavouées, Gonzague
tu demeures cette petite pute vagabonde
Arrogant et passif, animal et nocif
Les nocturnes, l'abandon, les fissures

Jeune homme, il n'y pas de fuite que du non-sens
Chanson insomnie, chanson de l'oubli

These paranoid times left me on my knees
Too much time to think, too much time to sink
Too much time to think, too much time to sink
I never get the joke

Tu fais chier avec tes états d'âme
Au café de la morgue, on rabâche tes pénibles prémices
Un temple d'innocence, son cortège de maladresses
Souci misérable, je t'aime !

Jeune homme, il n'y pas de fuite que du mensonge
Chanson insomnie, chanson de l'oubli

These paranoid times left me on my knees
Too much time to think, too much time to sink
Too much time to think, too much time to sink
I never get the joke
Track Name: A DESERTER'S TALE
Talking alone, swimming in the deluge
Half the world is always suffering
Impatient princess sacrificing cocks
Dogs of lust contemplating
From Birr to Talamanca,
the girl with the ashtray heart
the boy with the junkyard heart.
Track Name: THE UNBELIEVER
I hear the world is damaged.
Just overact & play the clown.
And when I see even words get managed.
I try to bring you songs of peace
But Party Doll can't find relief, belief.
We took the drugs because we're a lonely pair.
It made us mystical so we stayed invisible.

We love, we laugh
We love and laugh
We love, we laugh
we love or laugh
We love...

I sometimes do act strange.
So pay attention: I'm the artist,
improvised singer, self-proclaimed prophet.
A childish compulsive liar, a cannibal and a thief.
Modest means, life's complexities.

We love, we laugh
We love and laugh
We love, we laugh
we love or laugh
We love...
Track Name: COWBOYS AND ALIENS
So knee to knee, they'll speed again
And laugh to laugh, they run
Across their own streets of hell
The deranged soul sister still insists
the deranged soul sister
Sleeping around, playing around, sleeping around

In the evening
They'll be losing touch
It ain't pretty
All cowboys and aliens and...

Youth unquestioning harmony
Extravagantly lost
I often think of that infinite meaning in a little gloom
Ladies and gentleman scrutinizing the mundane

In the evening
They try to look tough
It's quite silly
All cowboys and aliens and...

And all the boys are mean and dirty
And I can't quite remember when I was under thirty