Of The Opera

Of The Opera

 New York City, New York, USA
BandRockEDM

Our story involves everything from broken into vans (enough times to count on both hands), calling 3 cities home (Chicago, Boston, and now Brooklyn if you're keeping tabs), fighting to get dropped from a record label, playing shows in front of 15 people and 1200 people and everything in between.

Biography

After a few years of on and off again activity divided between Chicago and Boston, OF THE OPERA’s connections to the fashion industry ultimately led them to New York and has since set them apart from their peers, allowing what was once a bedroom project on the west side of Chicago to transform into a breath of fresh in in the rapidly growing world of electronic music and to a greater extent, the dog eat dog nature of New York City’s expansive music scene.

The duo, Robert Bock and Matthew Tenney, spent years touring the country in various DIY projects before meeting in Chicago in 2007. The two have since spent their time working for some of fashion’s biggest designers by day and crafting songs in their studio housed in an old brewery in Bushwick by night. And when the occasion arises, redefining their live show to include everything from a detailed light show to a full band working out their arrangements at various venues in downtown Manhattan and Brooklyn.

When it came time for the band to release their “Cities of Gold” seven-inch in the summer of 2012, New York’s own Marc Jacobs scooped up the release for distribution in Bookmarc, the brand’s media flagship, and requested a limited edition version be made to be sold exclusively on the company’s website. In the month’s after the release of this record, the two began crafting what would become the “Talking Shadows” EP and in the fall of 2012, they hulled themselves up in Bushwick Studio under the guidance of Joshua Kessler, whose clientele has included The Bravery and an incredibly diverse array of others. “Talking Shadows” is the first true showcase of the band’s perpetual evolution and takes leanings from the darker side of 80's new wave with intricate guitars meticulously layered over an aggressive bed of synthesizers and drum beats topped off with neo-gothic lyrics, resulting in frequent comparisons to M83, The Soft Moon, Depeche Mode, The Cure, Interpol, Wild Nothing, and Bloc Party. The artwork for the release was a collaborative effort between Brooklyn artist B. Thom Stevenson and renown photographer Kelsey Bennett.

Lyrics

Lost In The Ravine

Written By: Robert Bock

Are we still changing our goals?
In attempts to fit the results
Is there nothing classic left?
Nothing timeless left in us
There was a time when I felt
That it was just you and I
Your aching hands were so small
There was a sliver in time

The things you see in the dark
Are just your haunts from the light
The faces pass on the street
Left to right
The things you need in the dark
Will fade when placed in the light
These patterns felt like a cure
Day to night

You say you lost your way
You weren't the only one
You should not let someone in
See how your skin will grow thin
You're not the only one
You say you long for the day
Before I led you astray
You're not the only one
And now we've come to the day
When you are running away
You're not the only one

Our motives each had their faults
A sinful bed where we lie
Loose lips will cause words to leak
Sink ships in which we reside
Your palace has the decor
Placed on a delicate cliff
The storm is just off shore
Soon out to sea you will drift

Floats through walls, this desire
Are you there, are you tired?
Please hand me, my dear, this cross to bear
Under the house bury your skeletons away until the bones stick through the floor

Cities Of Gold

Written By: Robert Bock

They had us hiding in the cellars as they marched
The rhythm of their steps, we're crouching in the dark
Around a single flame, a fading candle light
Is calling to the vain, is crying to the night

I had a vision once, of what's behind the clouds
An open, empty space; the feeling of falling down
Down to a warm embrace; a stable, sturdy plane
A certain comfort in that there's nothing worse than pain

Down where a garden grows, a lonely child cries
No one to till the earth, with sympathetic eyes
No one to bear the fruit, to pick it from the branch
The hunger picks up steam; the ache, the avalanche

You know the lonely road will lead to cities of gold
You know the lonely road will leave you cursing the horizon line

We live inside a flame, we lived inside a flood
They used our names in vain, no mercy shown for us
And in the breaking dawn, a broken life resides
Don't pull the curtains back, don't open up your eyes

There was a story of a capsized ship
By currents, dragged far out to sea
Eleven men clinging to the hull with nothing left to eat
Listing the names of whom they're soon to meet

You know the lonely road will lead to cities of gold
You know the lonely road will leave you cursing the horizon line

The scorching sun, now it's scraping across a blistered sky
Appears indifferent, we avert our eyes
Whisper "salvation", in your bed you lie
Hoping someone takes your hand
The scorching road, shows no pity on our blistered feet
Appears indifferent, but we still appease
Whisper "salvation", put yourself at ease
Still hoping someone takes your hand
A fools embrace, is not knowing when you stand alone
Please reconsider all the things you're shown
Whisper "salvation" to a pile of bones
See if someone takes your hand

You know the lonely road will lead to cities of gold
You know the lonely road will leave you cursing the horizon line

The Demon Haunted World

Written By: Robert Bock

I broke down my front door just to see where I live
This is a demon haunted world
They're only tryin' to stay hid
I sent away my love to find out what it's worth

And now the fields are getting dark, back home they're ringin' the bell
This is a demon haunted world
But don't go callin' it hell
I left my hometown behind to find out what I'm worth

I've traveled here, across gaping valleys
To live among phantoms in the alleys
The sirens sing a mother's lullaby
My two clenched fists, as cold as the weather
The lovers' hands, fingers woven together
Noise spills to the streets, youth in manifest
I've traveled here, across gaping valleys
To live among phantoms in the alleys
With criminals who preach their weary path

Police are bangin' on the door
And now, for all you know, they've come to take you
Now you're climbing out the bathroom window
Let yourself fill with fear, you'll find out what it's worth

And now they're standin' in the doorway of an empty house
An open window to the left, the drapes still blowin' out
Fear is the mother of survival
Tonight she's givin' birth

I've traveled here, across gaping valleys
To live among phantoms in the alleys
With criminals who preach their weary path
My two clenched fists, as cold as the weather
The lovers' hands, fingers woven together
The sirens sing a mother's lullaby

Procession in the night
The torches burning bright
Can't understand the words
But you can hear the voices calling

(This is a demon haunted world, but don't go callin' it hell)
(Just 'cause you ain't dead yet, that don't mean you're well)

And now you're gasping for each breath, trying to keep your head
There's something leaning in the garbage, it's a filthy bed
You found a place to sleep
You found out what that's worth

And now the fields are getting dark, back home they're ringin' the bell
This is the only world I know, please don't go callin' it hell
You left your hometown behind
You found out what you're worth

I've traveled here, across gaping valleys
To live among phantoms in the alleys
The sirens sing a mother's lullaby
My two clenched fists, as cold as the weather
The lovers' hands, fingers woven together
With criminals, youth in manifest
Preach your weary path

Discography

09 May 2012 - Lost In The Ravine [Digital Single]
19 June 2012 - Cities Of Gold [7" Vinyl]
29 January 2013 - Talking Shadows [CD EP]

Set List

1. Cities Of Gold
2. Lost In The Ravine
3. The Beckon Call
4. In The Cold Light
5. Bell Tower
6. Wander With The Night
7. Talking Shadows