The Cold Plan

by My Dear Killer

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    Black (standard density) vinyl ; textured heavy cardboard sleeve (three colour) silk printed at Legno, Milan, from the artworks designed and developed by Matteo Uggeri out of some sort of sketches of S. Stephanowic. Insert comes from a hand-developed photographs, taken and printed by A. Ligato.

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“The Cold Plan" is the third extended playing by My Dear Killer after Clinical Shyness (2006) and The Electric Dragon of Venus (2013). It follows on the step of its two preceding works continuing the journey and the exploration through often figurative locations which becomes here sometimes traceable on a physical map. The record moves across the disassembling and atomisation of human being social relationships, having dystrophic isolation as an unavoidable destination. The tunes and harmonic scenery are then designed to embrace the atmosphere of this quiet-yet-conscious desolation. The pieces are composed by an ever so minimal overlay of ambient, analogue and synthetic landscapes, layered of soft, dilated, guitar tunes that leave the dense noises mesh which characterised previous MdK works just at the level of sporadic episodes. The half-conclusive nature of the mixes serves to convey the nature of void and the unsolved feeling of dismemberment which pervades the record.

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released February 28, 2018

Performed, recorded and mixed by Stephano Stephanowic (acoustic and electric guitar, voice, tapes and field recordings) and Stefano De Ponti (electric guitar, sinth, double bass, fields recordings, reverbers and delay units). Mastered at MafarKa BoX, The Lakes’ Land, Italy. The graphics has been designed by M. Uggeri, starting from an the initial sketches of S. Stephanowic. Photo by A. Ligato. Deep sea diver in the insert, Alberto E.S.
Released on the 28th of February 2018 by Under My Bed and EeeE Edizioni.

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My Dear Killer was born in the middle of the nineties as project aimed at collecting minimalist song-writing, stratified on a mesh of noise, ambient and field recordings.

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Track Name: Forecast
2. Forecast. I’ll wait, I’ll wait, and I’ll wait, I’ll wait because that is what the fortune teller said. I’ll wait, I’ll wait, and I’ll wait, I’ll wait because I must listen to what all the people said. Have you heard the news? Did you hear the news? Don’t you know that you already knew. Have you heard the news? Did you hear the news? Don’t you know that you had always knew. The train was delayed, the train was so late but she stayed at the station anyway. The train was so late, the train was so late that she could buy the Sunday paper on a Saturday. Did she hear the news? Has she heard the news? Don’t she know that she already knew. Have you heard he news? Did you hear the news? Don’t you know that you had always knew. Now it rains and rains and it rains and rains because that’s what the weather forecast said. It will rain and rain, it will rain and rain, and I won’t trust the forecast anyway.
Track Name: Your Favourite Bar
3. Your Favourite Bar. I wished I killed my father when, I wished I killed my dad when I was only ten and violence is never out of place when you’re not scared to fall another time from grace. Now you know that I am a spy, I caught you searching through my secret files. And did you guessed what I conspired? Because I’d rather set my little world on fire. So now I wish I had a gun to finish off the job you just begun. And I’ll be waiting in a car, I’ll be waiting there outside your favourite bar. I caught you searching through my archives and I have told you there are things you shouldn’t find. Now I’ll have to kill you with my hands because my favourite sentence is this is the end (of it). Yes now I wish I had a gun because I never liked a job that’s left undone. And I’ll be waiting in a car, I’ll be waiting there outside your favourite bar. I wished I killed my father then, I wished I killed my dad when I was only ten. And now I wish I’d killed you too, don’t be so sure that I will never ever do. If you don’t mind. Will you mind?
Track Name: Back to Mine
4. Back to Mine. By the river, on the shore, by the table, on the floor and by the door through which you won’t walk anymore. Still I hope that you will find the things you’re looking for. One day you might discover that you had them before. And if you’ll find what’s left behind, won’t you come back to mine?
Track Name: The Winter Bride
5. The Winter’s Bride. On a swing she dreamt that she could fly. Did I ever learnt to lie? As voices came crawling back from the past, telling us that, sooner or later that swing will stop and rust. On a swing she dreamt that she could fly, but in the morning she was the winter’s bride. Just one more thing I must confess, that it’s not easy to be the wedding guest.
Track Name: I Won't Blame You
6. I Won’t Blame You. For facts and plots in stories are all unreal to me, I had always known what I don’t really want and how I don’t want to feel. But all you say is overwhelmingly real, and now you also know, what you don’t really want, how you don’t want to feel and what you don’t want is to stay right here. But I won’t blame you because I know there’s something wrong, there’s something wrong with me that I can’t tell and that I won’t explain you, for now it’s clear that you can see that all I need is a cup of tea.
Track Name: The Thief
7. The Thief. When I saw you smiling in your dreams I though, is this your last gift, or am I the thief? I guess I knew I was the thief.
Track Name: Daffodils
Daffodils. Hold me closer, hold me near, hold me as if I wasn’t here, hold me closer, home me near, hold me as if we were to disappear. Hold me closer hold me tight, hold me as if we were to fight, hold me closer, hold me tight, hold me as if the two of us were blind. Will you pretend that the daffodils will bloom in February, if we were not there? Hold me closer, hold me near, hold me as if I wasn’t here, hold me closer, home me near, hold me as if we were to disappear.
Track Name: Silloth
2. Silloth. On the thinnest line between the rain and the seafront. In his winter coat, waiting for a bus that will not stop. Picking broken shells he could feel the salt under his fingers, and for once he thought that he could breath again, because the air was brighter, because his blood was boiling, because her lips were dryer and he could not stop the tide from rising, because he never noticed that she could kiss like a cheater and couldn’t quire remember which way they came there from and after all, all that he’d like to know is when the bus will come.
Track Name: I Am a Part of This Machinery
3. I Am a Part of This Machinery. I am a part of this machinery, I am a gear into the clockwork that scans the rhythm of my days and there no way to get right out of here although I am in principle a molecule that has been stretched into this polymer, God knows I wished I were a monomer, but there’s no room to be displayed out of here and if I’ll fall into my uniform would you then think that I look beautiful as in a picture with a girlfriend that I’ve never met before? I am a part of this machinery, I am a gear into the clockwork that scans the rhythm of your days and there no way to get right out of here although you are in principle a molecule, that has been stretched into this polymer, I know you wished you were a monomer, but there’s no room to be displayed out of here. And if you’ll fall into your uniform will I still think that you looked beautiful as in a picture with a boyfriend that you’ve surely known before? You are a part of this machinery dear. Too.
Track Name: The Answer
4. The Answer. It’s a movement of the hands, it’s a shadow in her smile, when she asked him ‘what’s the time?’, she thought, ‘simplicity is an answer. It’s a movement of the hands, it’s the letter that she did not send, because she got to half of the page and then she dropped the pen, because her nerves are getting thinner, because the tower-clock strikes and calls a boring afternoon to be tasted in coffee spoons, while the television’s talking she thought that she should watch out of the window once again, just to spot the season’s end and the autumn fading slowly and the rain that’s gently falling on the secrets she can’t share, on the questions that she dared to put forward for which she hasn’t found an answer. Yet.
Track Name: Skyscrapers
5. Skyscrapers. I’m looking in, I’m looking out and I’ve been walking through the clouds. I’m moving in, I’m moving out and I have been starring at crowd. Where I am one in a million, could I be the only one? Where I am one in a million, am I the one who moved to far? Just a little bit too far. I’m burning candles, boarding trains and I’ve been listening to the rain. I’m burning candles, reading books and I’ve been hanging from the same hook. I’m trying to find the secrets behind the time tables, and I’m trying to learn how the skyscrapers are stable. Well, now that you can’t hold my hands, I fear that I won’t understand.
Track Name: Smokers
6. Smokers. There’s someone standing in the kitchen it’s only half past four A.M. Is it the one who’ll standing in the kitchen the one who’ll tell me who I am? I was standing by the window sill, where I could light another cigarette. I saw you smoking by the window sill and wondered if you wish to come by, still. I thought you were the fragile one of us, because you breathing was feeble while I hold you my harms. But now I am not so sure that you have ever noticed that mine was feeble as well. And I was fragile too.

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