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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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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The huge many faceted sound of a virtuously played hurdy-gurdy with effect pedals, fierce yet tender vocals, floaty whistles, massive drone bass & field recordings seamlessly combine with industrial-techno beats in an utterly captivating show.
Formed by currently London based multi-instrumentalists Eugene and Paul in 2008, they have released four albums to date and have performed hundreds of shows
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Track Name: I Don't Want To Be a White Master
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
Track Name: Roses from Blood
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
Track Name: Mudak Salad
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
Track Name: Outlets
“... 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
Track Name: Street Voices
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
Track Name: Many Kettles
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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