Faculties

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Brooklyn's FACULTIES may have created a new form of distinguished, underground pop. These five melancholy, electronic ballads were crafted by Rob Viola (production) and Vinny Lopez (vocals), and are steeped in the alienation and mechanized rumble of New York City's hum.

Rob and Vinny met at a karaoke birthday party after Vinny sang Nilsson’s “Everybody’s Talking” and even did the yodeling part. They met up later at Vinny’s apartment, which was outfitted as a pretty serious recording studio, even though Vinny had never been in a band. Sharing their influences (including Burial, Todd Rundgren, LCD Soundsystem) they hit the ground running, quickly completing their debut release.

If there is such a thing as an "existentialist" sound, the first two FACULTIES tracks "Weekend Warrior" and "Cold Hands" might be this music. Pointedly stark lyrics are underlaid by a slightly faded carpet of sounds, punctured and accelerated by subtle elements of percussion. These tracks live up to the promise of their titles: whirling through time and existence, torn between lust for living and world-weariness. Track three ("The Paranoid Style") expands on the latter and sounds like a result of prolonged solitude, while the rocking beginning of "Another Wave“ emphasizes the former, catapulting Vinny and Rob into a melody that sparkles with life. The EP closes with "Blood and Sand“, a lounge-like ballad, rounding off this hard-to-pigeonhole release in a dignified manner.

The aim of Oldenburg-based label "Samplefreunde“ is to find artists developing different styles of Electronica and Independent far from the mainstream. With FACULTIES they tracked down a well-qualified duo: while Rob played in bands in Montreal, Philadelphia and New York as a drummer, Vinny's talent for making music was overshadowed by his aptitude in film-making. He probably just forgot to join a band until now. Rob also works redesigning roadways for pedestrians in NYC, keeping him on the streets in every corner of the city.

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released November 11, 2011

All vocals and lyrics by Vinny Lopez, all instrumental music by Rob Viola except Weekend Warrior: vocals, lyrics, keyboard and bass by Vinny Lopez, all other music by Rob Viola.
Produced, engineered and mixed by Rob Viola.
Recorded in their apartments, Brooklyn, NY - completed May 2011.
Mastered by Harris Newman at grey market mastering, Montreal, QC, Canada.

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Samplefreunde is an independent record label based in Northern Germany. By the selection of artists and releases Samplefreunde minds quality and distant to mainstream and uses different styles in electronic and alternative.

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Track Name: Weekend Warrior
You got a little upset
and you fought with weekend warrior
You got a little excited

You got a little lovesick
and you fought with a weekend warrior

A ghost in your house for weeks
and you want it
You hold on

A whiff of something sweet
and you want it
So you hold on
you hold on
You sulk and you creep

False in
false out sneaks
That will leave you alone

You said the first kiss
at twelve
left you haunted
And you hold on
you hold on
You wait
For something 
or someone
To give you a moan

You got a little upset
and you fought with weekend warrior
You got a little excited

You got a little lovesick
and you fought with a weekend warrior

A flock of busted seams
left you grounded
So you mope on
you mope on
You grouse and
you scream
Broke in
Broke down dreams
that will leave you alone

You said the fresh kill
of the week
Left you wanting
So you go on
you go on
You seek
some act of faith
to throw you a bone

You got a little upset
and you fought with weekend warrior

You pulse is
a thief
and error prone
Two knobby knees
and chalky bones
Don't you
ever feel alone
You're Beauvouir, Simone

You got a little upset
and you fought with weekend warrior
Track Name: Cold Hands
We're on our thrones
Faceless misanthropes
We're on our thrones
Holding megaphones

Saint Philistine is our man
Trade dilettantes
In place of contact
Saint Philistine is our man
Just a sea of cold hands

I found control
In echo time
The mirror minds
The soft insides
We talk of love
But kill on sight
My echo sign
It grows and feed our hands

In our weaker times

Saint Philistine is our man
Trade dilettantes
In place of contact
Saint Philistine is our man
He's a sea of cold hands
Track Name: The Paranoid Style
John I am lost
I want to see grace
The enemy's right at the gates
Suspicions and doubt will arise
You said, and I
Hoped I'd survive in this case

John I have faith
In the feeling of faith
It's just symptoms of truth
I can't shake

A catastrophe
A plague of me
Manning the barricades

They sold me

Follow the sign of a man
Who saw a man
Said follow this man
And I tried to see the man

You said watch, in time
They'll all pay the price
Watch, in time
We'll make them pay the price

Mr. Birch I was caught
Between visions and loss
Couldn't seem to tell
Which was tops
Then I survived on mistakes
Under cover of grays
And as you said I'm too late to be save

Mr. Birch let's be frank
It's a carnival state
It's not your glory you feel ache
Not a cause of alarm
Or a call to arms
It's just the sound of you swallowed by fate

Follow the sign of a man
Who saw a man
Said follow the man
But I just saw a man

Porcelain figures
Filling holes already paved
They hope a bigger figure
Will lift the lie a better way
Sand along a river
Pushing against the wave

I saw the light
I feel alright
Track Name: Another Wave
You got a lot of nerve to
treat me like your corpse
Like it's the only course

How about the man and the fire
And those argonauts
Those futile fights they fought?

Live by the sword
And see who the hell has won

You got a lot of nerve to
Demand this price
Which I guess is my life
Or I guess is their life

I'll ride another wave
Another wave
You say wait, I'm still alive
But in the meantime
I'll step aside
You ask for sacrifice
For a little white light
Just your life
For a little white light

You want this world
A different place
And if it's not
You'll blame me
for this waste
You want me in second place
Where it's safe
Hoping I'll wait
Wishing I'll wait
Track Name: Blood And Sand
I'm the fool who planned
To hold the guy made of sand
He was shelled
Hulled and bored
Cellar doors he kept closed

Across a million meals
In our court of appeals
Left it hollow inside
Better than amplified

The special case of sunken safes
And one is all you have
The lump sum of straw and mud
And one is all you have
Private estates
A coward's taste
One is all you have
The special case of sunken safes
One is all you have

Hold on
To high life
Hold out
For high times

Rank and file is a man
Work and war
Blood and sand
Coloured peaks
Days and weeks
Rank and file is a man

The special case
Of sunken safes
Two is blood and sand
Work and war is all we are
One is all you have
Private estates
A coward's stakes
Two is blood and sand
Rank and file is a man
And one is all you have