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Rating: The explosions of violence, moods, mystical and filthy sensations.
Extraordinary black and white kaleidoscopes, crumpled photographs, burned polaroids. Smoke, earth, mud.
Grotesque and astonishing exhalations of libido, sweat, glances that trigger the Stendhal syndrome, simplicity and complexity.
The music of the Warsaw, before the Joy Division adventure, sounds just like the complexity that turns into spontaneity crescendos, in chases on sounds, notes and ruinous refrains, on punk attitudes that lay the foundation, roots and earth to the sound that will come, to the splendid sonic tragedy beneath those records, "Unknown Pleasures" and "Closer", that I have never abandoned, that always accompany me, like shy and angry parents, like childhood friends.
The music of the Warsaw is raw and violent, but also hypersensitive: Ian's genius is already all here. From the new-wave chant of "They Walked In Line" to the frenetic punk of "Failures", powerful and intangible emotions disintegrate, marking soul, body, and heart. A wild plunge into the dirtiest and indelible mud, like a memory, like a failure, like a misfortune. Not everything sounds perfect, but that's the beauty: the absolute lack of terror, in favor of a shouted and exhausting terrorism, of sharp blows of guitar and drums.
Of the continuous and intense wandering of an unforgettable voice.
"Warsaw" is this: a burned and invisible photograph capable of striking like no other.
Not just music.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
09 Failures (02:33)
Don't speak with shameless face
A failure of modern man
To the centre of luck he dived
Has a hold on a nose
so red
Throw up in a hollow field
Break the image of your father's son
Drawn to an inner field
He was thought of as the only one (2)
He no longer denies
All the failures of the modern man
No, no, no we can't make sides
Sees the failures of the modern man
Wise words and sympathy
Tell the story of our history
New strength gives a real touch
Sense of reason make it all too much
With a strange fatality
Broke the spirits of a lesser man
Some other race could see
In his way he was the only one (2)
He no longer denies
All the failures of the modern man
No, no, no we can't make sides
See the failures of the modern man
Now that it's right to decide
In his time he was the total man
Taken from Caesar's side
Kept in silence just to prove
us wrong
He no longer denies
All the failures of the modern man
No, no, no we can't make sides
Sees the failures of the modern man
All the failures of the modern man
11 No Love Lost (04:57)
So long sitting here --
Didn't here the warning
Waiting for the tape to run
We've been moving round
in different situations
Knowing that the time would come,
Just to see you torn apart --
I need it (3)
Two-way mirror in the hall
They like to watch everything you do
Transmitters hidden in the wall
So they know everything you say is true
Turn it on -- don't turn it on -- Turn it on
You've been seeing things in darkness --
running, learning
Hoping that the truth will pass
No life underground wasting,
never changing
Wishing that this thing won't last
To never see you show your age
To watch the feeling fades
I need it (3)
15 Warsaw (02:16)
350125 Go!
I was there in the back stage
When first light came around
I grew up like a changeling
To win the first time around
I can see all the weakness
I can pick all the faults
Well I concede all the faith tests
Just a stick in your throats
31G
31G
31G
Hung around in your soundtrack
To mirror all that you've done
To find the right side of reason
To kill the three lies for one
I can see all the cold facts
I can see through your eyes
All this talk made no contact
No matter how hard we tried
31G
31G
31G
I can still hear the footsteps
I can see only walls
I slid into your man-traps
With no hearing at all
I just see contradiction
Had to give up the fight
Just to live in the past tense
To make believe you were right
31G
31G
31G
350125
16 Shadowplay (04:13)
To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you,
To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you,
I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you,
In a room with a window in the corner I found truth.
In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more,
As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor,
And with cold streel, odour on their bodies mad a move to connect,
But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left.
I did everything, everything I wanted to,
I let them use you for their own ends,
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you.
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