Shrine For The Black Madonna

Shrine For The Black Madonna

 New York City, New York, USA
BandRockPunk

"Drawing from influences as diverse as Hitchcock, Lovecraft, and Himes, Shrine for the Black Madonna is a shot across the bow; the Next Sound of Rock..."- Vernon Reid, founder/guitarist, Living Colour

Biography

SHRINE FOR THE BLACK MADONNA combines the dense pop-pathos of early Motown with the keening fury of the Sex Pistols; the molten funk of electric-era Miles Davis with the psychedelic crunch of Led Zeppelin. On its two sprawling debut CDs, Paradise and Inferno, the band delivers postmodern folktales of blind faith, ruined love, sexual longing, and social rebellion in the age of Katrina and Iraq.

Snaking through the bedrock are traces of noise, soul, punk, mutant disco, metal, hip-hop, and dub, fired by melodies from other eras and beats from around the globe. Startling and seductive, the songs evoke a carnal, kaleidoscopic borderland where the day before yesterday meets the day after tomorrow.

Rising from this vortex is the mythological Black Madonna, patron saint to the troubled and the troublemakers, whose mission of relentless creation and destruction is given new voice. From these stormy elements, Shrine for the Black Madonna has conjured something original and addictive.

Lyrics

HUNGRIER

Written By: Tate © Subatomika Music (ASCAP)

A lot of people told me to forget about you, baby, but I guess I just forgot to, babe. Think I might a little but not today: if I could, I would for good. Funny thing is that you're on the tip of my tongue again, so I take a sip and wipe it away; but there's many a slip between the cup and the lip as I lick a bit of blood off the wound.

But I'll you something that I just can't do much about: sometimes love is a parasite that I'd love to do without.

Thought I'd gotten over you, but I had a lot to learn. Flipping through the pictures that I started to burn, picking at my dinner but my stomach had turned: bit off a little more than I could chew. Sucking on a candy still hungry for what we had, every night I went to bed I wanted it bad. Biting off a fingernail but craving the past; snatching at the forbidden fruit.

But I'll you something that I just can't do much about: some thrive, some get eaten alive, some just lick their wounds for awhile.

But I'll you something that I just can't do much about: worked up an appetite, one day I might learn to like it, but it feels so ghoulish now.

Bass: Jairus "Jazz" B. Odums
Drums: Meret Koehler
Gits: Jared Hassan Foles
Trumpet: Lewis "Flip" Barnes
Vocals: Sylvia Gordon
Vocals: Brian Tate

Arrangement: Tate & Kim
Tate © Subatomika Music (ASCAP)

SMOKE

Written By: Foles & Tate © World Eater Music/Subatomika Music (ASCAP)

Even when you smoke me out, and the earth keeps turning around; when I'm fast asleep, the sky black as the sea; until the morning light comes blazing through the night; until the wind whispers, you will await my return.

As I walk through the night, falcons take flight, and the falconer starts to scream. As I walk through the night (night burning bright), smoke rises off the shining sea.

Bass: Jairus "Jazz" B. Odums
Drums: Meret Koehler
Gits: Jared Hassan Foles
Vocals: Brian Tate

Foles & Tate
© World Eater Music/Subatomika Music (ASCAP)

CHESTER HIMES

Written By: Tate © Subatomika Music (ASCAP)

And children fill the street, as it was meant to be. My neighbors sit outside, rereading Chester Himes. Baby, if you’re tired of spending lonely nights in singles’ bars, maybe it’s time for matrimony and a honeymoon in Harlem.

The streets are empty now. Spinsters and bachelors shall go their separate paths, but I’m in the tunnel with a question to ask you. Avenues are rising up to reclaim their prodigal son. Let’s cement this ceremony with a honeymoon in Harlem.

With this ring I thee wed (my wedding night, my nuptial bed), as sirens sing outside the church, from Albany to Bensonhurst.

From Albany to Bensonhurst; from Howard Beach to Williamsburg; from Bedford-Stuy to the Boogie-Down; from Bowling Green to Chinatown; from Clinton Hill to Jackson Heights; from Gramercy to Morningside...

I’d face the blinding sun to finally climb upon your wedding altar. I’d raise a blazing torch to burn a fence around your wedding altar. Baby, every exit leads me to your wedding altar. Molecules are pulling me to your wedding altar.

Bass: Jairus "Jazz" B. Odums
Drums: Meret Koehler
Gits: Jared Hassan Foles
Vocals: Brian Tate

Arrangement: Tate & Kim
Tate © Subatomika Music (ASCAP)

Discography

Paradise (LP) Seeds & Bones
Inferno (LP) Seeds & Bones
Dream Of Revolution (EP) World Eater Recordings
Time Will Make You Mine (EP) World Eater Recordings

Set List

INFERNO - 18 tracks
The Wrecking Ball · Hold Back the Dawn · Imperfection is Perfection, Too · Wangechi · Flowerpots and Bike Chains · Smoke · Beloved · Inferno · Hungrier · Black Fishnets · Piranha · Shakey · Slowman · Swell Hell · Honeymoon in Harlem · Roses, Roses · Everything I Wanted · I Felt It, Too

PARADISE - 18 tracks
Mona Lisa · Chester Himes · Everybody's Falling Out of Love (Why Don't We?) · Flame-Haired Flame-Thrower · Time Will Make You Mine · Six-String Swell · The Thundercloud · Paradise · Runners · Falcons · Hungry · Blindman's Whorehouse · Semiautomatic · Love-Bitten · Come See About Your Baby · Dream of Revolution · Pile-Up · I Want/I Need