Marlango

Marlango

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Marlango, from Madrid, based around vocalist/songwriter Leonor Watling is an amazing journey through Nu-jazz sounds with a tinge of Bossa Nova influence.

Biography

Nearly four years have passed since Leonor Watling, Alejandro Pelayo and Oscar Ybarra, that is, Marlango, showed to us their ability to make songs. They no longer need further presentations. Their third album, “The Electrical Morning”, is a confirmation of their maturity as a band and invites us to consider the existence of a “Marlango sound”—a sound with a personality of its own born out of the breath of Tom Waits at the nape of their necks that has grown up looking up to PJ Harvey, Radiohead, Calexico, Mark Lanegan and Eels.

“The Electrical Morning” was born with the vocation of becoming a milestone, of wanting to sum up all the experiences of the band to date in order to let the future in. Conceived as a compilation of songs in the most classic sense of the word to be listened to from beginning to end, each of the thirteen tracks could be the perfect introduction to a completely different album on its own and yet they all share a common pattern that brings them together. Each song has its own reason for being, but they all seem to coincide on the same stage at that electrifying moment where the night ends and the morning breaks, when the remaining bits of night euphoria cross paths with the intact energy of those who start a new day.

But above all links is Leonor Watling, who stands as a reference in “The Electrical Morning”. Leonor has written all the lyrics in the album and lends her ever more versatile and expressive voice to the songs broadening her registers, ranging from intimacy to forcefulness, but always at the service of her stories. Her songs develop the imagery of the band by playing with the contrasts of life, its contradictions, its irony: love and lack of affection are two sides of the same coin; sex without love and love without sex do exist; the morning light is nothing more than a ray of hope in a pointless obscure world saturated with information, but a ray condemned to disappear at the end of the day... And despite that, it is all worthwhile.

The sounds in “The Electrical Morning” go one step beyond from Marlango’s first two albums. Fully produced by Alejandro Pelayo, it includes new sounds from monophonic instruments, such as the Martenot waves or the Minimoog, a larger presence of electric guitars and the electronic treatment of “real” instruments, eluding samplers and loops. All that hand by hand with the pianos that have become their trademark and an “organic” aftertaste shared with their previous albums resulting from a recording experience where all musicians played at the same time seeing each other.

Together with Leonor, Alejandro and Oscar was the band that normally accompanies Marlango in its concerts: Gonzalo Maestre (drums), Vicent Huma (guitar) and Manuel Bagüés (bass). The album features Miguel Bosé, Jorge Drexler, and old friends such as Ricardo Moreno, Suso Saíz and Pablo Novoa, amongst others. The album was recorded and mixed by Ángel Martos at the Musicland (Girona) and Track (Madrid) studios in April and May. UE Nastasi, of Sterling Sound (New York) was in charge of masterization.

“Hold Me Tight” is the first single of the album and it is possibly the song that best defines Marlango as a band to date, half way between nostalgia and the most explicit carnality. The music video of the single was directed by Luis Cerveró, who has worked with Christina Rosenvinge and Los Planetas, and is accompanied by a series of clips already available from www.marlango.net. This theme, together with a dozen other brilliant songs, shapes “The Electrical Morning”: an album set to mark a before and after in Marlango’s career.

Lyrics

Shout

Written By: Leonor Watling

I am the politician that doesn't know
I am the father that is still a son
I am the twisted mouth of that soldier in the picture
I'm the gun, I’m the blood, the bullet and the wound

I have to shout too loud
To make everybody quiet down

I'm the white bastard that didn’t sit with the niggers
I'm the ass reading the bible as they pull their triggers
I'm the crying eye of that baby in the picture
I'm the knife, I’m the cut, the blood and the wound

I have to shout too loud
To shout everybody
I have to shout too loud
To make everybody quiet down

I have to shout too loud
To shout everybody
I have to shout too loud
To make everybody quiet down

I am the one who keeps me up all night
I am my fingers making me throw up
I'm the tear that burst on my father's grave
I'm the suicide terrorist
Yeah, I believe all the lies

I have to shout too loud
To shout everybody
I have to shout too loud
To make everybody quiet down

I have to shout too loud
To make everybody quiet down
Down, down, down, down, down...

I have to shout too loud
To make everybody quiet down
Shhh, shhh...

I have to shout too loud
To make everybody quiet down

Walkin' in Soho

Written By: Leonor Watling

Time gets trapped like drops
On a spider's web
Pictures never taken
Are burning in my head

I hear my brother mending something in the backyard
My mama's hand holding a book
Time gets trapped like drops

I'm saving for a rainy day all the sunlight
That warms up my skin
And all the love you left behind
Has begun to seed in

Tiny earthquakes
That shook my world
Nights with words
Going 'round my head

I hear my mother singing something in the kitchen
My father's hand wrapped in mine
Time gets trapped like drops

I'm saving for a rainy day all the sunlight
That warms up my skin
And all the love you left behind
Has begun to seed in

I'm saving for a rainy day all the sunlight
That warms up my skin
And all the love you left behind
Has begun to seed in

Hold me tight

Written By: Leonor Watling

How high, how high
How high will I go this time
How hard, how hard
How hard will I fall this time
How sweet, how slow, how hard, how warm
How high, how high are we gonna go this time

Hold me tight
Hold me tight

How fast, how fast, can you run away from me
How far, how long can I keep away from you
How fast, how far, how high, how hard
How far, how far are we gonna go this time

Hold me tight
Hold me tight

How hollow, how high
How clear will you sigh this time
How long, how strong
How load will I come this time
How sweet, how slow, how hard, how warm
How fast, how far
How high will we go this time

Hold me tight
Hold me tight

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, high, high, hard, hard…
Hold me tight this time
How, how, how hard will you come this time

Discography

The electrical morning (Universal 2007)

Selection (Subterfuge 2007) - Early days compilation

Automatic Imperfection (Subterfuge/Universal 2005)

Marlango (Subterfuge 2004)

Enjoy the ride ep (Subtefuge 2003)