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d_rradio parts LP/CD/MC | OUT AUGUST 2ND! |
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Tempelhof Leaving Home / Cage 12" painted vinyl | OUT NOW! |
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Mushi Mushi Sequins Save Lives CD album | OUT NOW! |
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Tempelhof We Were Not There From The Beginning, We Wont Be There For The End CD album | OUT NOW! |
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Necro Deathmort This Beat Is Necrotronic CD album | OUT NOW! |
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The Retail Sectors March Of Incurable Workaholic / Song About A Girl Who Killed Herself Yesterday 8" vinyl lathe | OUT NOW! |
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19/06/10: Baby Serious: feelgood unpretentious party music The Telegraph, Newcastle 7.30pm - 2am // FREE! |
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d_rradio "warm, vibrant and widescreen" |
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Tempelhof "solitude and William Burroughs" |
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Mushi Mushi "a mad old analogue computer having a fight with a drummer" |
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Necro Deathmort "the aural equivalent of Satan's own crystallized jizzum" |
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The Retail Sectors "a flight into a vast sky of loneliness" |
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Tracklisting: 1) Ten Years After Album recorded at Dead Keyboards Studio. All songs written, performed and produced by Tempelhof, except for the Song for Lily lyrics, written by Lily May. Artwork by Mizzi Stratolin. We Were Not There From The Beginning. We Won't Be There For The End. is the first full-length release by Mantova, Italy-based duo Tempelhof. Taking inspiration from Bologna film library archives (Tempelhof regularly perform live soundtracks of the black-and-white and crudely-coloured early-modern cinema experiments), loneliness, solitude and William Burroughs, the album features ten two tracks of lush downtempo beauty. All tracks display Tempelhof at their best: downpours of cymbal-like hiss and mournful keys deliberately punctuate the shuffling beats. Low, impassioned vocals, dynamic but not overwrought, is the counterpoint to the subterranea of crashing rhythms and mechanical shifts and slices. Subtle and effortless, there is passion in spades; rather than hiding behind po-faced navel gazing, it grabs you by the lapels in order to show you its bleeding heart, its desperate romance. Samples emerge, organic, then become enveloped in a morass of sound, struggling against the tide.
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