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Worship

by Hanging Freud

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chyloh A delicate balance of minimal structure and vocal prowess produces a haunting beauty that resonates deeply, as the interplay between synth and voice weaves together seamlessly into a tapestry of somber emotion.
Favorite tracks: Grooming, I pray we keep the world, This day, Come, Beyond
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saintmartyn Utterly incredible. The icy cold synths from Hanging Freud's previous album (Persona Normal) remain, but there is a distinctly dark evolution in Worship. The lyrics are pitch black and envelop the listener into a spiral downwards into the abyss. This is a genuine and heartfelt album that truly understands the era that influences it. The production has Martin Hannet and Conny Plank overtones. The music itself is like kneeling at a grave as ice freezes you. "This Day" haunts my soul.
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Grooming 03:16
Everything aches inside, isn’t this supposed to feel nice? Tell me, if you’re so strong, how come you like them so young? It’s making me feel ill Making me feel Everything’s for your smile, isn’t it supposed to be mine? Nothing is ever gone, I’ll carry it inside where it belongs It’s making me feel wrong Making me feel Everything falls apart, am I just supposed to resign? You say that you’re the one, isn’t this supposed to be my turn? It’s making me feel small Making me feel
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I only find my light in your shadow Keep closing in, you know you’re not alone Who will call my name when I don’t have one? Who can protect me from what I want? I only count the years when time is hollow It’s my liquid being you’re drinking from I could watch you sleep in your bedroom Remember: it was me against the wall Almost reached the path Almost passed the test Almost feel complete With your hole inside me Almost reached the past Almost passed the test Almost feel complete With your hole inside me
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Tell us what you hope, secrets not to keep I pray we keep the world, can’t live inside of me See how many minds I can walk between I think I’d rather die, I’d rather die for him See how many lives I can swallow deep I pray we keep the world, the words that you can’t read Tell us how to cope, tell us what we did The flesh is just the edge, the sirens that you bring See how many minds I can turn to steam I pray we keep the world I wanted you to see
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Every day is the day Every second a rebirth Until he gives back to me All the secrets I gave him In my mouth is the key Every second a new sun There is only one fate For all things that are once born I can see you’re afraid to give birth to a lie All the creatures you rate, set to do their time Every day is the day Every second a judgement Until they come around your bed Take you back where you belong I can you need help to give birth to yourself But you will not survive this, you know very well
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This day 04:07
Not a day goes by without it being seen You never think about what words mean And when night falls it is seen It never means as much as you’d think Is it my fault? Is it my fault? This day And when night falls, it’s you and me Your ghost-like hand touches everything Is it my fault? This day?
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Is a guest at your house? Is he a flame that’s gone? Does he sing for tomorrow? Is he a chapter of your book? He has no smell and no voice. He has no message, just words. He has no face and no arms. Only a hand to hold yours. He has no smile and no mouth. He has no thoughts of his own. He has no father, no son. Only a hand to hold the gun.
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Come 04:18
You loved your lover but your lover lied. It’s time They came for you and took you by the hand. In vain There is a place where only joy is allowed. It’s time There is a time that time cannot contain. In vain Come, follow me inside Come, let’s forget your name You tried your best but it was not enough. It’s time You failed the test and there’s no second chance. In vain There is redemption when you realise. It’s time There a voice you cannot understand. In vain Come, follow me inside Come, let’s forget your name
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Her joy 03:26
There is one thing you should know, I’ll heal, but not your soul Your choice after all, to waste a gift from the world Her joy hides in her sins, the ones that no one knows And once she has her bliss, your power has no hold Her joy is small and bold, fits underneath her tongue No need for other Gods, now anywhere is home
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Beyond 04:42
When they ask what do you dream of, you would never, ever say it’s me Because beyond, past what you need now, there would never be another ring When they ask what do you live for, you would never, ever say it’s this Because beyond, betraying what you thought about, there would never be some clarity When they ask who would you like to call, you would never praise another being Because beyond, past what you recall, they refuse to feed another beast When they ask how to call you now, you would never name another king Because beyond, his lifting up his claw to take back what’s rightfully his
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I will collect the payment that you owe And I will go back to hide inside of me How many girls and women do you own? How many mothers do you really need? I see your sitting, bleeding on your throne No one can tell you that you’re not the king I see the flags and medals that you show All of the riches you’ll be buried with
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about

'' Glasgow-based duo HANGING FREUD join hands with the Belgian label Spleen+ (division of Alfa Matrix) for the release of “Worship”, their most personal and emotive full length ever.

On this 7th studio album, Paula Borges and Jonathan Skinner continue refining their unique sound identity that nobody managed so far to narrow down to one specific music style, often evoking influences and elements of post punk, ethereal, synthgaze, cold wave, ambient pop or yet experimental electronica.

With the heartbeat of a drum machine as metronome, Paula’s vocals are dark, haunting, almost glacial, her enunciation is both plaintive and full of echoing fragile grace. While the cinematic music warps them all in a melancholic ethereal cocoon made of mechanical funeral melodies, icy minimal sequences and suffocating synth atmospheres. The overall ambience is dense, lingering, almost claustrophobic, but so poignant and uplifting that it takes you by the throat and touches you at the deepest end of your soul.

The 10 songs featured on this album literally come from a place of contradiction hanging somewhere between courageous vulnerability and fearful resilience, and deal with themes such as collective distress and loss, finding beauty in tragedy or yet questioning about what makes us human in the symbolic contrasts of life and death.

It’s no surprise to hear that this “less is more” introspective ode to melancholia was written in particular claustrophobic circumstances during the pandemic lockdown. “Because of what was going on, we were essentially stuck in temporary accommodation in Scotland, away from our studio and forced into a period unexperienced before. The songs that came out therefore come from a different place. Everything was done within a laptop and is proudly 100% digital. It was recorded and mixed while literally sitting on the side of a bed in a mouse infested apartment…” explains Paula Borges.

Strong from their somewhat nomadic past with multicultural backgrounds of coming from Sao Paulo (Brazil) and London (UK), HANGING FREUD sign here a timeless chef d’oeuvre full of beautifully dark simplicity, an emotional body of work that is uncompromising and genre defying at the same time. If you missed HANGING FREUD so far, the moment has come to fall under their freezing spell and addictively hit the play-button again and again.

“Worship” gets released as a limited vinyl edition available in 2 different colours: transparent violet and transparent turquoise (150 copies each worldwide) as well as a lush double-CD digipak with the “Anomalies” bonus EP just like in this Bandcamp download.''

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released December 1, 2023

Paula Borges - Words, voice, keys
Jonathan Skinner - Keys, computer
All songs by Paula Borges
Produced and mixed by Hanging Freud, Glasgow UK
Mastering by James Plotkin
Artwork by Paw 'øjeRum' Grabowski

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