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I've had a vision That I was carried away It's your decision To sell my head on a tray No sound no vision There's only silence this way (no sound, no sound) I found no reason (no one, no one) To feel this cold when it's may I need to be alone Trying to forget them all My eyes are blinking The vision's fading away Witness of treason There is no reason to stay (no one, no one) Exploiting people The favourite game that they play My head is bleeding And my life drips from the tray I won't be the one I won't be the one
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Words in my mind still floating still rolling The purpose behind I know may be feral and blowing Murderer. She slips away. Between the lines the sentence is spoken Like beaten felines my nerves are sizzling I'm broken
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Silent women worshipping their gods In the desert they're losing their souls Talking statues are shouting alone Black magicians keep waving their bones And I, I'm a non believer And gods no longer believe in me Vultures are flying over towers of silence The desert looks so quiet today A peacock is crying over flames of hellfire The desert looks so quiet today Worshipping their gods Worshipping their gods
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I know that under the cover of darkness I’m harbouring a ten-headed monster Someone that is feeding on scraps of vileness and is poisoning my blood and my mind... I hate… The Nazi in me I hate… The Nazi in me I hate… The Nazi in me I hate… The Nazi in me I hate… The Liar in me I hate… The Coward in me I hate… The Bully in me I hate… The Nazi in me... I try to kill him every hour of every day And deprive him of oxygen and theory But at the end of each desperate battle He rears his ugly head and strikes again… Now that I’m almost at the end of my slow descent into the night I can see the trail of pain and murder that people like me have left behind I have no excuse for my bystanding, my guilt is written in my genes I follow in a long line of predators, I’m branded for life… I hate… The Nazi in me I hate… The Nazi in me I hate… The Nazi in me I hate… The Nazi in me I hate… The Liar in me I hate… The Coward in me I hate… The Bully in me I hate… The Nazi in me…
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Emiliano Tortora
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I know that under the cover of darkness I’m harbouring a ten-headed monster Someone that is feeding on scraps of vileness and is poisoning my blood and my mind... I hate… The Nazi in me I hate… The Nazi in me I hate… The Nazi in me I hate… The Nazi in me I hate… The Liar in me I hate… The Coward in me I hate… The Bully in me I hate… The Nazi in me... I try to kill him every hour of every day And deprive him of oxygen and theory But at the end of each desperate battle He rears his ugly head and strikes again… Now that I’m almost at the end of my slow descent into the night I can see the trail of pain and murder that people like me have left behind I have no excuse for my bystanding, my guilt is written in my genes I follow in a long line of predators, I’m branded for life… I hate… The Nazi in me I hate… The Nazi in me I hate… The Nazi in me I hate… The Nazi in me I hate… The Liar in me I hate… The Coward in me I hate… The Bully in me I hate… The Nazi in me…
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In the paradise in the jungle people pray and dance to mambo all the way from Indiana to the jungle of Guyana white shoes and Saloth Sar white shoes and Saloth Sar it takes a minute to die it won't take any longer it's just a needle you know it will just make you stronger white shoes and saloth sar in the paradise in the jungle stay in line and cause no rumble all the devotees on parade they have no choice but drink kool-aid white shoes and Saloth Sar white shoes and Saloth Sar it takes a minute to die it won't take any longer it's just a needle you know it will just make you stronger white shoes and saloth sar white shoes and saloth sar
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Words in my mind still floating still rolling The purpose behind I know may be feral and blowing Murderer. She slips away. Between the lines the sentence is spoken Like beaten felines my nerves are sizzling I'm broken
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Silent women worshipping their gods In the desert they're losing their souls Talking statues are shouting alone Black magicians keep waving their bones And I, I'm a non believer And gods no longer believe in me Vultures are flying over towers of silence The desert looks so quiet today A peacock is crying over flames of hellfire The desert looks so quiet today Worshipping their gods Worshipping their gods

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About a year ago old time friends and synth/drum-machine/LFO/S&H enthusiasts - Ekranoplan and Mouth of Indifference - have the idea of remixing each other. The result is so pleasing to everyone that they move on to remixing another one of each others' songs and then they think of writing a song together.
Slowly "EkranoMouth", the two-headed creature born from the minds of Emiliano Tortora, Alessandro Gamba and Riccardo Chiaretti - AKA Ekranoplan and Mouth of Indifference - takes shape.
A sonic journey that goes from the psychedelic Kraut of Hawkwind, Neu! and Tangerine Dream, to the 70s Tanzmusik of Krafwerk, to Skinny Puppy and Front 242 EBM, passing through On-U Sound, King Tubby and Andrew Weatherall acid dub, Throbbing Gristle, Cabaret Voltaire and Clock DVA alienating industrial, Wire and Magazine abrasive and cunning punk and through the clear post-punk/electro influence of DAF, Liaisons Dangereuses, early Depeche Mode and Fad Gadget, vearing towards contemporary obscure sounds dear to Cold Cave, Lebanon Hanover, Austra and Boy Harsher among others.
The album set list is completed by the remakes of two pre-existing songs for each project. MOI worked on The Nazi in Me and Brutal People, form the album Counterpoles, and Ekranoplan did the same with White Shoes and Towers of silence, present in Deutsch-Italienische Freundschaft.

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released March 29, 2024

Produced by A. Gamba, E. Tortora.
Mastering: A. Gamba.

Photo: A. Gamba
Artwork: E.M. Cappuccio, E. Tortora, A. Gamba

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Mouth Of Indifference Rome, Italy

Electronic act from Rome-Italy born in 1993.

Mixing beats and introspection, they deliver a very personal take on electronic songwriting.

Influenced by Industrial, early EBM and post-punk, their 1994 debut tape album ‘Dichotic Listening’ was followed by ‘Internal Saboteur’ in 1996 and ‘Steps To An Ecology Of Mind’ in 2003.
The new album "Counterpoles" (Dec 21) is now available in CD format
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