Member Since: 6/22/2005
Band Members: Current mambers:Evripidis Sabatis (vocals, piano, hammond, melodica)
Christina De Sola ( violin )
Odil Bright ( vocals, hammond)
Marisol Simo (vocals)
Nora Gala (vocals)
Annie Arjona(vocals, metalophone)
Jaume Ribell (drums)
Aleix Clavera (bass)
Abel Puyol (saxophone, percussion)Occasional collaborators:Sergi Puyol (banjo)
Mark Ribera (vocals. musical saw, percussion)
Jose Paadin (vocals, autoharp, guitar)Past members:Iker Glez(bass, guitar).
Rafa Ibañez (saxophone)
Influences: The Magnetic Fields, The Beach Boys, everything by Phil Spector, sixties girl-groups, doo-wop, Scott Walker, Nico, The Velvet Underground, Marianne Faithfull, Leonard Cohen, Serge Gainsbourg, Kate Bush, Soft Cell, Pet Shop Boys ,The Hidden Cameras, The Moldy Peaches , Kimya Dawson, the Arcade Fire, Jens Lekman, Jonathan Richman, Television Personalities, The Field Mice, Pale Fountains, Saint Etienne,The Pastels, Heavenly,The Smiths, Felt, Joy Division, Suicide, Fanuelle, Sufjan Stephens, Baroque music, The Hunger, The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, Rosemary's Baby, Nosferatu, Dr.caligari, The night of the living dead, Rebel without a cause, Afterhours, The Wickerman, Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, The virgin suicides, Quadrophenia, Les Roiseaux Sauvages, IF..., A clockwork orange, Billy Liar, Blow Up,early Almadovar, 60´s greek cinema, la Dolce Vita, Brazil, La planete Sauvage, Life of Brian, Saturday night and sunday morning, Wuthering Heights, Liaisons Dangereuses, The story of the Eye, The favourite game, Life after God, Jonatahn Livingston seagull, The never ending story, A Catcher in the Rye, Antarctica, Vurt, The Little Vampire, The Plague, La Condesa Sangriente, Dracula, Venus in Furs, The Philosophy in the Boudoir, Suddenly last summer, Anais Nin and her wild fantasies, Neils Holgerson who flew with the wild geese, James Dean who always seemed troubled, W.A Mozart who died poor and miserable, J.S.Bach who knew everything about poliphony, F.Chopin whose heart was sent back Poland after his death, Marlene Dietrich and her husky voice, Vivian Leigh and her crazy tempers, Blanche Dubois and the kindness of the strangers, Medea as the icon of the desperate lover, Joe Meek and Brian Wilson being
sad and too clever for this world, Jeronimus Bosch and his visions of hell, El Griego and the long faces he painted, Edgar Alan Poe and his epileptic crisis, Aubrey Beardsley and his amorous faunos, Oscar Wilde and his aesthetic ideals getting rotten in a prison, Sally Bowles in a wild twenties Berlin, Arthur Seaton who would not be beaten,The long -distance runner and hs loneliness, The Baron Munchauzen and his fantastic lies, Petit Nicolas being the mischievous kid I never was, Lilipoupoli (the perfect radio programme that I grew up with) , Nan Goldin and her photos of a world that´s on the brink of something terrible and still radiates beauty, love, kitchen-sink dramas, friends, ex-lovers, current lovers, heroes that fall apart, Gabriella from Holloway road, decadent nightlife, fantastic parties, fsantasstic men and women, dancing upon a volcanoe, dancing with myself, being away from those who love, feeling safe or unsafe, poor dull Varkiza, missed Athens, gray but exciting London, easy-going Barcelona, fun Madrid, fab Berlin, Club Decadence (the original one in Exarhia...) and its filthy wooden floors and our teenage drunken nights, natural disasters, emotional disasters, commercial suicides, dirty pavements, kissing the floors, french kissing , some boys that I once got to know better, long and lazy summer holidays in the Cyclades, orgasms in a tent , lonely scary nights, baroque furniture and rococo paintings, heavy velvet curtains, gothic cathedrals, castles, cementeries, a forgotten hammond at Toynbee Hall, the cities' skylines, scyscrapers, wastelands, early dawnings and Sunday mornings, the cockroaches that scared me to death , that favourite shirt of mine that used to be white and turned into grey, my piano teacher , my family, memories of love and invitations to teenage parties. But mostly all that is no longer here and all that is yet to come.
Sounds Like: the sound of scratching nails trying to open a hole and come out in the light
Record Label: Touchme records
Type of Label: Indie