Many Kettles

by TANGERINECAT

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    All music composed, performed, recorded, produced and mixed by Eugene Purpurovsky and Paul Chilton.
    Lyrics by Eugene Purpurovsky. Translation by Paul Chilton.

    Eugene Purpurovsky - hurdy-gurdy, vocals, chants, laptop and DIY samples/noises.
    Paul Chilton - whistle and recorder, chants, spoken word, duda, laptop and DIY samples/noises.

    Mastered by Jason Mitchell (Loud Mastering).
    Cover artwork and illustrations by Hagra (hagra.ru).
    Booklet cover photo by Gavin Morrow.
    Album design by Eugene Purpurovsky.

    © 2018 tAngerinecAt. All rights reserved.

    Album release date:
    19 November 2018

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1.
Yes I'm white but I don't want to be a white master I was born on the outskirts of Kyiv In what we call the bandit region At three I learned what sex was At five death At seven fascism and violence At ten poverty labour and hunger At twenty I was accused of robbing the till at work Because it was me who needed the money most But they lied The general manager did it And at twenty one the police named me as a thief But they lied too They did it But you might be a murderer They said as I was kicked out of the dorm onto the street She might rob or kill us Said the husband of a friend who had invited me to stay Power has no charm or delight for me No regard no solace for authority Yes I'm white but I don't want to be a white master The white masters dehumanized me Turned me into an object that holds no potential of being a friend Or partner who feels worthy to be loved Reduced me to being a safe way to satisfy sexual desires A silent slave Serving personal And without consequence invaded my personal space Once I was a believer Then I became an atheist feminist anarchist But suddenly I froze with horror because always and everywhere There is someone who has decided that he is better than any other This is the white master Alas there are many of us Power has no charm or delight for me No regard no solace for authority
2.
I'm not the one You see in me I am a wanderer I dress in black My face is pale White as snow You could never guess I feel at all In the depth Beneath my eyes The scornful tales Of sorrows lie For I'm a witch And pirate too You could never guess I feel as you In contrast to My pale face I have a button hole With blood red rose Roses on my hands and chest They always will appear When I'm in pain
3.
05:13
I just ate a salad for dinner The best one in the supermarket It lured me away from the counter But poisoned my gut in an instant With layers of ripe plum tomatoes And crispy bits hidden within it All swimming in soft mayonnaise it's A savoury sweet combination So sick I was I thought I'd snuffed it The last one that I'm ever eating They say it's because I'm a target A magnet for salads they're saying The problem could well be my liver The problem could well be my karma If only I had been successful If only I had been more healthy If only I had been more noticed Or maybe I have too much talent Too brave and too honest & friendly It's clear to be seen that the salad's Foremost motivation was envy Could it be the fact of the matter That I was so sly and so cunning In times of great woe and despondence The salad was caught unsuspecting And ruthlessly cruelly pursuing A dish of both fame and importance I swallowed it down without mercy And suddenly salads all over Stood up on behalf of their comrade The dressing was finely concocted The balance of flavours was fitting But Rational doctor Sound Judgement Whose thinking is frankly outstanding Put forward his case oh so clearly The salad had far too much mayo
4.
06:06
“... and then, when he died, his children wasted ten billion dollars in a few years; threw it to the wind, squandered it... don't know what on. And they had to sell this building. They cried and cried but sold it for 30 000 gold thalers... this building... And the family of the Polish king moved in... John III Sobieski... Here was the residence of the whole king! The King himself who's sitting up there...The King... Look, he's got a crown... And he's got a sceptre and six knights who guard him from morning till night around the clock. And on the second floor the king's castle remains. There are these four luxurious rooms there that you can go inside because it's an open historical museum, and look at how kings lived in the 18th century. There is such luxurious moulding on the ceiling... There are such amazing carvings... some kind of wooden furniture... handwork done in the 17th and 18th centuries... floor made in such a way as if it was a rug... And when you pay to go in, they will give you these big slippers, size 60, so you don’t scratch that parquet flooring, but so that you even polish it for your own money...” Monologue of tour guide addressed to a group of children on Rynok Square in Lviv In a world made of power outlets Reach out to touch Electric shock Chronic electric trauma I can't even count the burns Again and again Some people have nowhere to hide From their own vulnerability And the only shelter Is denial Nothing hurts Nothing happens I don't exist at all Let's make the world safe Let's make the world safe for all
5.
I love roofs and gutters I love hidden back alleys I love abandoned mill courtyards I love inner city corners The pigeons are nesting there The rats crawl from their lairs The snakes slither in the night Spiders spin their endless web I love your twisted bodies I love your ugly faces I want to hear your voices loud and angry voices on the streets in the heart of town I'm tired of saints I love you
6.
07:12
Part I: Mass of The Black Cats Cats on the rooftop sleeping but one of these nights To the sound of crickets croaking We will awake And boiling over In disgust like kettles We will turn the world Upon it's head We are the Holy Cats I am the Holy Cat I am the Almighty many kettles boil within me Amen Part II: Brew Out of my window Factories down below Cat on the rooftop sleeps Rusty panels that leak I see the prison walls I see the market stalls I hear the tram bells ring I smell the open drains What if just once at night Over these roofs took flight Fiery red Phoenix bird Sparks fly across the sky Factories can't be seen Prison cannot be seen Just like they hadn't been Just I know that this could be For it is what I see
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tAngerinecAt: raw powerful cinematic and deeply atmospheric electronica with punk attitude

Based in London, nomadic two piece tAngerinecAt was formed in 2008 in Ukraine as a collaboration between Ukrainian born Eugene Purpurovsky and English born Paul Chilton. Inspired by their studies, travels and music experiences in remote parts of the Carpathian Mountains, their music has also absorbed different forms of Ukrainian and Soviet counterculture; the classical music skills, composition, directing and stage experience of Eugene since 1990 as a singer, actor, poet and musician as well as influences from EDM, drone, blues, metal, art-rock and more.

Eugene's lyrics are based on personal experience as someone recovering from severe childhood abuse, neglect and poverty, and the associated mental health issues. They also tell a story of resistance against gender, class and ethnic oppression, rape culture and other authoritarian structures. These themes are repeated throughout the album Many Kettles, and also in the form of images and symbols that help you to survive.

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released November 27, 2018

All music composed, performed, recorded, produced and mixed by Eugene Purpurovsky and Paul Chilton.
Lyrics by Eugene Purpurovsky. Translation by Paul Chilton.

Eugene Purpurovsky - hurdy-gurdy, vocals, chants, laptop and DIY samples/noises.
Paul Chilton - whistle and recorder, chants, spoken word, duda, laptop and DIY samples/noises.

Mastered by Jason Mitchell (Loud Mastering).
Cover artwork and illustrations by Hagra (hagra.ru).
Booklet cover photo by Gavin Morrow.
Album design by Eugene Purpurovsky.


© 2018 tAngerinecAt. All rights reserved.

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Nothing is quite like a hurdy-gurdy. Although often associated with folk dances and medieval courts, in the hands of a master, it can make music that's strikingly modern. Eugene Purpurovsky of tAngerinecAt is a musician like that, and the hurdy-gurdy is the hand-cranked engine that powers the duo's remarkable sound. ... more

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