Friday, 4 October 2013

Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Recording right now with Daniel Silvester Taylor-Lind at his studio and Steve Lowe.We now have recorded ten songs which leaves four more and then the album is complete.It's been three months of concentrated work and a labour of love.We are satisfied with the record and can't wait to release it

Recording right now with Daniel Silvester Taylor-Lind  at his studio and Steve Lowe.We now have recorded ten songs which leaves four more and then the album is complete.It's been three months of concentrated work and a labour of love.We are satisfied with the record and can't wait to release it 

Tuesday, 18 June 2013

Sunday, 2 June 2013

NEUROTIC MASS MOVEMENT HAS AMAZING SHOW IN ATHENS SUPPORTING IAMX

Athens Calling...Thank you so much. We had an amazing show last night @ Gagarin 205 LIve Music Space supporting IAMX. We were overwhelmed by the response. Much love to IAMX and his Management, George Fakinos , Francoise Simon for making sure that the itinerary went smoothly, Peter Glassee who did an amazing sound-engineering job for us and Daniel Silvester Taylor-Lindt for joining us on stage for the first time and creating fireworks, but most of all a big thank you to all our Greek supporters... Great job as usual  David DeSantos and Yin Neurotic for making this all possible . We are back to work on our album and we're looking forward to releasing the record later this year.

An Actor Named Brando

Thursday, 9 May 2013

Chanson d’Après-midi -Charles Baudelaire


Chanson d’Après-midi (Afternoon Song)-Charles Baudelaire
Quoique tes sourcils méchants
Te donnent un air étrange
Qui n’est pas celui d’un ange,
Sorcière aux yeux alléchants,
Je t’adore, ô ma frivole,
Ma terrible passion! 
Avec la dévotion
Du prêtre pour son idole.
Le désert et la forêt
Embaument tes tresses rudes,
Ta tête a les attitudes
De l’énigme et du secret.
Sur ta chair le parfum rôde
Comme autour d’un encensoir; 
Tu charmes comme le soir
Nymphe ténébreuse et chaude.
Ah! les philtres les plus forts
Ne valent pas ta paresse,
Et tu connais la caresse
Ou fait revivre les morts!
Tes hanches sont amoureuses
De ton dos et de tes seins,
Et tu ravis les coussins
Par tes poses langoureuses.
Quelquefois, pour apaiser
Ta rage mystérieuse,
Tu prodigues, sérieuse,
La morsure et le baiser;
Tu me déchires, ma brune,
Avec un rire moqueur,
Et puis tu mets sur mon coeur
Ton oeil doux comme la lune.
Sous tes souliers de satin,
Sous tes charmants pieds de soie
Moi, je mets ma grande joie,
Mon génie et mon destin,
Mon âme par toi guérie,
Par toi, lumière et couleur! 
Explosion de chaleur
Dans ma noire Sibérie!