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Armageddon Gigolo

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Lute FP I'd call this 'Art Rock'. I hear early Nick Cave, Tindersticks, Sol Invictus, and a lot more. Poppy song structures with melancholic tones; sonically captivating, with twists and turns through the album. Lots of organic sounds, compelling vocals, this is chock-full of sounds to please the ear buds. Excellent album.
Ruadhán Quentin Jarman-McElroy
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Ruadhán Quentin Jarman-McElroy This record is magical. I don't just mean that it's brilliant, because it's that, too. It's not a phrase I use lightly, out off respect to the entities that work most closely to make magic happen. I mean that, intended or not, this album is literally alive on a plane of aether, and does things to the soul and world as one listens.

Listen to it, love it, but tread lightly, and if you don't, expect wyrd.
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1.
04:11
I'm a slave to who gave a name to my body and form to my filthy soul I'm a slave to the money that burn my hands and to the profit and fatigue To the mortal breath that bends my back and to the sperm vibrates on my body To the blade that will cut the sour fruit and to the blade that will cut my throat and chest You have to abuse me 'Cause I could have been so And I was never able to You have to abuse my sex And tight your slipknot around my white neck I'm a slave to the mother of all pigs and to the father of all my oppressions To the will that erases my regrets and to my childhood and my hidden fears I'm a slave to the light that gives a face to my weakness and to my fallen reign I'm slave to the salt and the wind that will burn my wheat and my leprosy
2.
It's embarrassing to see you wave that flag when you try to give yourself a navigated tone You fix your damp collar a wring of blood to your dick You'd like it but it will not work You try to make me feel guilty for never never having had An identity, a defined and conformed middle class sexuality All the uniforms are shit All the ideals are shit Love and this nation have forced us In a chain of sperm and blood A bastard angel will take me away from the fat tummy of God He will be the precise sniper that will center my weak chest A bastard angel will lick my wound while your hand will leave me While your hand will leave me bleeding on the floor Walk around my smashed skull; walk around my disabled strength I don't want to die so I can see you your flesh crumble, your chest open The right road's the lie of intellectual and criminals; love won't give life to The children we've never had; love won't give life to this job that will bury us Dissidents, passionate lovers, and combed proud soldiers Don't ask me more questions because I have no memory because I never will
3.
Through your body I’ll discover the drug That will mortify my existence Through the suffocation I implore That blasphemy named liberty I’m your kind, idiot, lover And the cruel blind selfish tyrant You dominate me with your luxury You bow my revenge with your annoying love I’m walking on the deadline The one of our sacrifice! The sacrifice of emptiness and greed I’m walking on the deadline The one of our sacrifice! The sacrifice of thorns and sperm and vice I owe you something my entire life My wounded wet body, my useless charity Among the illusions I’ll be the eternal one Among the destroyers I’ll be the time I owe you something for not been anything For having been your sperm and money Sign this deadline on my body While I suck the nectar of the end I’m walking on the deadline The one of our sacrifice! The sacrifice of emptiness and greed I’m walking on the deadline The one of our sacrifice! The sacrifice of thorns and sperm and vice
4.
God will let me torn to pieces by his faithful dogs He will raise my will to the ground My bones are mud where you will curve The severe sign of your command I betrayed my ungrateful nation I betrayed my only friend I stepped on that white light on your forehead I nourished opium with my courage We are bound by the same drug We are crucified on the same deformed sacred ambition In this circle – I will close my name In this circle – I will force this love In this circle – I will clean your infection from faith … My death won’t be more glorious than yours No one ever will my defeated swallowed the bitter seed And dark profile of your perfection What’s the name of my saviour? My knees will trumble While I enter the kingdom of heaven While I scatter my head with shit and justice While you will substitute my first fear with the dogma The road to devotion is the lobotomy of faith In this circle – I will close my name In this circle – I will force this love In this circle – I will clean your infection from faith
5.
Give me the sharpest blade So I can gratify my heart and my flesh I forced you to love me I forced you to believe me A certain lover you hide a silver knot among my rags And an endless road for this exanimate man I don't want servants no strong legionaries Take my first born My most precious jewels My wisest advice I could give you my head and my strongest weapons But may I grant the ever worst will of mine Just for this filthy Instant I want it now My kingdom for a horse my love My kingdom for your last breath This the last will of a man Who lost freedom and power My kingdom for a horse my love My kingdom for your last breath This is the last will of a blind man Who fought the most cruel god I should know the streets I'm walking On or the ones I never walked I would want to obey your orders for once I'll the be the wicked one When you'll ask for pity I'll be the most ridiculous clown When you will ask me for justice Ask me how I can let my kingdom sink For a moment for a moment in your smell There's a man who tells his story And I should tell you mine I should feel ashamed for not having ever done It I should lay down and flatten out the vague borders And the doubts of my useless life I'm too old for being doubtful
6.
Do you think you'd love him all the same? Even if he'd lose everything faith too you gave your blood and the rest of that ridiculous crown of all your rags for just one dollar you will ask men to follow you and serve you to leave their lands and their fathers who will love you but cheaters and whores maybe they will follow you the same but they will wait for a reward richer than your word. Jesus died in las vegas and here the lights have the taste of his blood pain and regret. Jesus died in Las Vegas and he died with the arrogance of who feels loved and betrayed. Betrayed in a dim motel, you betrayed your friends and married a bitch for few dollars. A cigar one day wedding three nails are enough to be part of history if one accepts it an one believes in it someone will follow him and abandon flags and kings with sandals or a cadillac, you will have his place but they will forget you and you don't know how easy is to substitute a god. Jesus died in Las Vegas and here the lights have the taste of his blood pain and regret. Jesus died in Las Vegas and he died with the arrogance of who feels loved and betrayed. Nothing is more contagious than sin.
7.
04:24
Be cruel with me and show me The strength and the perfection Of authority Don’t let my heart become a victim A victim and the executioner Have the same perfect role One inside the other One on top of the other The beast engraves his seal into my flesh The angel stabs my chest with his golden arrows I’m crawling on these streets until You abuse my exhausted body ‘Til you make a sacrifice Upon these violated doors Your ivory seed enlivens our final carnal fight And the conquest of this throne made of flesh and fascination I’m slowly cruising until Your last worst last desire bends my back Wait for the storm to submit My proud filthy love I’m slowly cruising until Your last worst desire bends my back Wait because the best Memories die fast Without any word be clear Without your breathing skimming my neck I know your dagger and I will follow it No kiss of fire for who betrayed my Adonis And I will throw myself to your feet You’re playin’ dices my virginity Will this be the way of expiation And the reward of my only god I’m crawling on these streets until You abuse my exhausted body ‘Til you make a sacrifice Upon these violated doors Your ivory seed enlivens our final carnal fight And the conquest of this throne made of flesh and fascination I’m slowly cruising until Your last worst last desire bends my back Wait for the storm to submit My proud filthy love I’m slowly cruising until Your last worst desire bends my back Wait because the best Memories die fast I’m slowly cruising until Your last worst last desire bends my back Wait for the storm to submit My proud filthy love I’m slowly cruising until Your last worst desire bends my back Wait because the best Memories die fast
8.
Pretend to love my imperfection at least for a minute Infect my dreams with your taste You know how to enter in me You know how to softly torture You know how to torture my innocence There's a falling bridge between my heart And your upside down world Let your saliva drip which I hold you tight If only I had the capacity to reject my love The crazy, the soldier, the weak and the heroes love But not us my love Your saliva runs slowly Runs down on my body I'll need a cruel master who will save my vicious soul But a master I will hate or that maybe will save me But I'll hate him save me... Come on Come on... Inside me because this way you will save me For a moment forget you love me Push yourself push inside me Because this way you will save me For a moment forget you love me Push yourself I'm so disgusted by the victories I never conquered I feel sorry for the defeats I am roughly headin' to Love me all the same when i'll sing to you 'bout 'vaseline and lead Look at me all the same when I'll be jester of violence and pity
9.
05:17
You should let me rot In this smelly ragged bed It's not my will that I want back I will count my father thousand steps I will count my mother thousand lies The marches of people fighting The tragedies of emperors without crowns I will never ask myself again What's the meaning of believing in myself Is there a reason to remain besides My stray ideals of purification Let me rot in this bed of crimes and sweat Save from my empty nights of alcohol And everytime your hands Grasp my neck I feel saved like Like the christ Is this your courage? Is this the courage? How true is the luck of dyin' Without changin'? I know how useless is to ask you to spare me now I know how useless is to believe in the bold Fascination of my sexuality But what nails inside? Is the ecstasy of your lifeless body The decadent shine of your lust I ignore the sense of perfection The end is between our lips While we deny love Its coronation I want to embrace you And forget the condamnetion that god inflicted us Have I ever been free And everytime your hands Grasp my neck I feel saved like Like the christ Is this your courage? Is this the courage? How true is the luck of dyin' Without changin'?
10.
There are no streets for my heart Nor voices can make my naked body shiver But I need a slave Who will stab me and a faithful dog That will devour my body Love me while I confided you my intentions 'Cos you know I will fail Love my childish purity 'Cos you know I'd lick every sin your flesh The limit of love is that Of needin' always an accomplice I've lil' in my pocket just some sand and some stupid truth But enough to redeem your lack of style And your vague sense of duty My certainty falls while your saliva tastes like my sex My tongue furrows your seals While the night whispers our end The limit of love is that Of needin' always an accomplice
11.
I wrote in my ehxausted body the comedy of redemption and lies I role that I played so well... That of the loser and fake No mothers talked to me Kindly No priest gave me consolation What can your love offer to me? What can my virtue give to me? But no one paid me back No one gave me my life back How can continue my comedy Without seein'me bleed on it Adore the viles that adore us Implore the gods that implore us There isn't a hell without Its own equilibrium And a opera that doesn't kill his actor But no one paid me back No one gave me my life back You deprived me of my conscience And the word that will be action And of the infinite sleep that will Drag me through these seas But I will run along these banks That you traced for me But no one paid me back No one gave my life back

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TRACKLIST:
1. Slave
2. Bastard Angel
3. I Walk The (Dead) Line
4. The Shining Circle
5. My Kingdom For A Horse
6. Jesus Died In Las Vegas
7. Cruisin'
8. Love Through Vaseline
9. Ragged Bed
10. No Kisses On The Mouth
11. Redemption Or Myself

With this significant album the new era of the SPIRITUAL FRONT started. Aside of Simone Salvatori there was the whole bunch of musicians working on the record. The music was composed by an amazing composer Stefano Puri. He recorded piano, keyboards and synth as well. Electronic and acoustic guitars were by Jack Puri. Andrea Freda was traditionally responsible for the drums and percussion. Let’s not forget the additional beautiful instruments, performed by musicians of the Ennio Morricone’s orchestra.
The album contains the immortal hits “Slave”, “Bastard Angel”, “I Walk the (Dead)Line”. No concert is possible without those beloved songs. And even “Ragged Bed” and “No Kisses on the Mouth” are still possible to hear live from time to time.
“It is rather a post-modern, but innovative, mixture of Acoustic Pop, Folk, Rock'n'Roll and Western, somehow anchored in Nick Cave’s music or in Ennio Morricone’s soundtracks, all veiled in a romantic and bizarre dimension!” wrote the critics (of the kogaionon.com) back then. “Armageddon Gigolo was a revolution and lead thousands of music lovers into their nihilistic temptation, bringing passion and sweet pain into our lives.
Let’s remember what Simone said about the album himself right after it was released in 2006:
"I’m very satisfied about it…we worked hard…for a long time…i think it’s my best album ‘til now […] "It represents the suicide mission of a lover. Me, you, every person in this world condmend to love. To need sex, flesh, cum. Liquid. Sex is armageddon. Passions are armageddon. The end of our liberty. […] it grew day after day. It grew with me… and inside the people who played in it. My first goal is to be honest with myself. Spiritual Front represents me. I sing bout my life. "AG” is what i am… what I was during that period. It’s real music for real people.“

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released June 23, 2006

Acoustic Guitar, Guitar [Electric] – Jack Puri
Arranged By [Strings] – Sten Puri
Artwork By [Graphics, Illustrations And Layout] – Paolo Soellner
Artwork By [Jesus Drawing] – Rudy De Amicis
Artwork By [Make-up] – Simona Ruggeri
Backing Vocals – Alessandra Sammali, Cristiana Vignatelli
Bass, Synthesizer, Loops, Percussion – Fabio Colucci
Cello – Luca Pincini
Double Bass – Roberto Bellatalla
Drums, Percussion – Andrea Freddy
Lyrics By, Music By – Simone H. Salvatori
Mastered By – Marcello Spiridioni
Photography [Band] – Franz Benvenuti
Photography [Cover] – Giulio Di Mauro
Piano, Keyboards, Synthesizer – Sten Puri
Producer – Fabio Colucci, Simone H. Salvatori
Recorded By, Mixed By – Fabio Colucci
Viola – David Bursack
Violin – Pierluigi Pietroniro, Sonia Frattini
Violin, Backing Vocals – Matt Howden
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Percussion – Simone 'Hellvis' Salvatori

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Spiritual Front Rome, Italy

Spiritual Front is an act from Rome. The style described as "nihilist suicide pop", although elements of neoclassical and rock music, melancholic folk, as well as tango are prevalent, along with a recurring experimental feel. From dark, wailing experimental folk in the beginning, the sound began to transform and grow, to where it is now compared to the work of Nick Cave, Swans, and Scott Walker. ... more

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