Third new album coming out on January 4th via Inner Ear Records.

More info coming soon.

“Secret Science” vinyl test pressings just arrived from Germany. New album sounds huge!

Big thanks to Inner Ear Records.

pale dawn wallpaper /

embracing morning rays /

cracked pavements /

distant music on the wind /

outskirts of the city /

soccer scores /

a ghost land for the rich /

this rotting kingdom dies /

but we breathe still /

This is a free download instrumental edit of Un / Mobility

You can grab it from here (press the Download button on the widget) or through our Mechanimal SoundCloud page

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This is the first ever track where all three Mechanimal members participated. At first it was recorded during the summer of 2011. Later, during the winter of the same year, it was mixed and produced in this version at Analog Studio, Athens.

This is the first track we ever released as Mechanimal. In this recording Tassos was not around yet so here you will find Freddie on the microphone and Giannis on synthesizers and electronics. This version of The Smiths’ ‘I Know It’s Over’ was recorded and produced during summer 2011. It’s more like a visit of memories approach, but still, true to the harmonic spine of the original. It was released through The Cover Lovers blog for the 25th anniversary of “The Queen is dead” album. This is a free download recording. Enjoy!

Will you accept me throwing up?

Words of anger in somber accent

Stealing away gladness from your face

Take you where survival sickness reigns

And desire to live lays

On anxiety skin marks

Language, diverse, of every other fate

When

Maybe one day I’ll pay you back with happiness

And maybe that day somebody blows my mind

So after that day you’ll build an awkward distance

With the place that holds your undetermined love

No fame or likes, will ever save your soul

When you lie scared upon the dismal shore

So learn to discover

Simple truths like

The light of the setting sun

Bouncing back in your eyes

Let the rain in your face

Rinse your false desires

Brutally widened by consumption gods.

So if you buy now and that means I’m yours

Then I am you and we are one

But we have nothing in common

Except funny illusions of chemical stuff…

So, go powder your nose and fix me a sandwich

But don’t forget to spread some common sense on the bread

Cause, your absence gives me something to fight against

I can’t explain, so I don’t complain

How this always ends up in a fucking migraine

And now it feels strange to fit words in my mouth

Mathematical problems of spoken words

Because of these, my spoken faults

I am left alone, dressed in silence

In a city, rocking back and forth,

And the setting sun shining in my eyes_

Drinking and sharing terror,

Over a nation fed on leftovers

Until the next day returns

Communication problems

Processing images

Familiar hangovers

(Caused by) the noise of authority

While young data readers

And pilgrims of the middle class

Matching key tags

About land rescue operation

A slow process tribulation

Or undergraduate misdirection

With a million hits, alert from another source

Things incomplete, the readers spot

Mental space limits in minor chords

Parabolic surveillance, superimposed

The same problem, I always was

But, none of them

Resonant names or free press jerks

Fraternizing another dynastic civil war

Sensitivity lost, tongue and heart, synchronicity lost

Restrained appetite, insanity reigns

On a pulp landscape; we cum as one

The walls close in; we can’t escape

On a rotten landscape; we die as one

Remember: things don’t bleed, only harmony seeds

Playful affairs like fast repetition on silent waves

Or like a sudden glimpse gone beyond the clouds

We observe the signs, the colors, the lines

And there we draw the picture

Linked, but not near

In grey morning shades

Across places of our beloved low land_