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Nadie ha dicho que la vida sea justa, babe

When you feel safe when you feel warm
That’s when I rise that’s when I crawl
Gliding on mist hardly a sound
Bringing the kiss evils abound
In the dead of the night love bites
Into your room where in deep sleep
There you lie still to you I creep
Then I descend close to your lips
Across you I bend you smile as I sip
Now you are mine in my control
One taste of your life
And I own your soul
Softly you stir gently you moan
Lust’s in the air wake as I groan
In the dead of the night love bites
Love bites you invites you
To feast in the night
Excites you delight you
It drains you to white
Live bites
You knew at first sight
You’d enjoy my attack
That with my first bite
There’d be no turning back
So come in my arms I strike any hour
I will return to trap and devour
In the dead of the night love bites

[Love bites lyrics, from Defenders of the faith, Judas Priest]

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‘My first exposure to the genre I call «Dark Cabaret» came in the early 80s, when I bought Marc & the Mamba’s Untitled album (the «Marc» in question is Marc Almond from Soft Cell). It was released in 1982 and a great deal of side two features Marc’s voice against a sparse piano background, occasionaly accompanied by strings. To me, that’s the template for the dark cabaret sound: a passionate voice over an instrumental background calling to mind a Weimar cabaret in 1927 Germany’.

Sam Rosenthal

Pensándolo con calma…

En temas como Under me recuerda a Diamanda Galas.

Bound podría ser un Nick Cave en femenino.

Kiss of life podría ser cosecha de Gitane Demone.

Temas como Dear 666 hacen pensar en PJ Harvey, por ejemplo.

Y lo más impresionante es que podría continuar realizando comparaciones… pero en el fondo nunca deja de ser ella.

Todo esto (y mucho, muchísimo más) en un solo álbum de Jarboe.