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Undulating, depressing and heavy blues: granitic drums, sharp guitars...

Jeremy Harrington was the foundation member of the mythical British group The Monochrome Set, which recorded their first albums with the company Rough Trade. After leaving the band and spending a period of three years in New York, Jeremy went back to England and created the independent company Kasper Records, where he would produce and edit the records of the Irish band Ruefrex and of his own band, My Baby's Arm. After publishing two records, Jeremy dissolved My Baby's Arm and settled down in Spain (Banyoles, Girona). There, he immediately got in touch with the guitarist Ferran Font, whom he created Nova Express- the first move towards Lothar Shapiro.
During their short existence, Lothar Shapiro only recorded one album, "Neuro Whip" (1996). The band's formation included Jeremy Harrington (voice, guitar), Ferran Font (lead guitar), Jimmy Gimferrer (guitar, percussion), Enric Juncà (drums) and Nuri Perez (bass).

F. Metamars & Samuel B. Jr.

Neuro Whip (CD, Por Caridad, 1996)

GRIST FOR THE MILL

There's a storm down in the valley
There's a fire up in the mountains
All the hunters have been paid off
by insurance men who peddle
Down the strip of sacred numbers
Where the trigger happy stumble
Like the drunken flower sellers
Who come tripping through your vision
Sometimes I feel I'm going to brek free
Look what they do to me mother
In the name of the brother
Quite alive but not living
Like a gift that's not for giving
I waited by your bed-side to explain
this feeling inside
But the lady's not for turning
And I'm left here with this yearning
Sometimes I can't help but brek free

BABY JUST WANTS TO RIDE

Well
Hush now Jackie don't explain
(your inside is out)
They cannot touch you anymore
Now you're down the bone
Baby just wants to ride
Maybe just wants to buy some time.
I see
You're still flirting with ghosts
down the boulevard
You smell of rain soaked fur
But they cannot feel it any more
Now your well has run dry.
Baby just wants to ride
Maybe just wants to buy some time.

SUSHI

Don't stand in your own shadow Jack
A blackened book in your hand
Give up all that anger Jack
Friday brought a bright one
The right one maybe
You sit like a fugitive Jack
But you wear no shackles
Send home all your servants
Come alive and give it your very best
sot before
you fade away.
The dogs sleep on
The net connects
You bite my neck
I start to flex
Your cough is dry
And so am I
It's funny how I never cry.

ALMUDENA

Eyes once brilliant
Now enigma and cataract
Screw me in focus
Not knowing you'd lost me
Lost in former glory
A little vulgarity maybe
A little shark-like maybe
A little humanity for sure
But your heart's in the goldmine
And your judgement has gone.
You run with a pack
Whose paulovian dedication
to your wit
Always amazed me
How you drive them crazy
A little bathos baby
A little weak heart bile
A little touch of Judy Garland's smile
But drugs no longer help you.

"What they play is marshy and dark rock, heartrending blues." (MAMORRO)

"They are a solid and definitive group, pleased of dark and recitative sounds…/… Compositions chiselled around few and emphatic chords to which all kind of punctuation marks and a soloist guitar -that writes its own lyric- impeccably add." (Belén Mijangos - EL TUBO)

"Acid and motley blues with incendiary guitars." (EL CORREO)

"A surprise dressed in creeping blues and pachyderm rhythms." (Jorge Obón - MONDO SONORO)

"The excellent lyrics work like jigsaw puzzles that recompose themselves a listening after another." (JPG - GUIA DEL OCIO DE MADRID)

"A quintet where the depression takes the form of a sound and makes its way among electric darkness…/… Harrington pushes the group towards an abyss of emotional dirtiness."

John 23 (excerpt)

Cold Black Wavy Mane (excerpt)

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