Sheroine

by Brunetto

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As an official term, “Sheroine” does not exist. It’s an invention from Barcelona via Seville native, Brunetto, who, inspired by his love of comic books, decided that the heroines of his beloved stories needed an official name. It’s an ambiguous compound word, considering its association with the narcotic derived from morphine. None of this is an accident, as “Sheroine” also functions as the title to Brunetto’s triumphant return to the long-playing format, with music as suggestive and trance inducing as such a name deserves.

While recording and composing “Sheroine”, Brunetto took inspiration from the genres that have remained close to his heart along his years as a multifaceted artist, hence the constant presence of 90’s UK Hard Hop, break beats, ambient pop, IDM, avant-rock and the current wave of hip hop crossovers. He flows through all of these influences seamlessly, to create an album as diverse, danceable and thought-inducing that pays homage to the genres he loves, while bringing mew elements to the table.

Following his latest efforts -2005’s Déjalo Así Bru, 2006’s Homeself, and 2008’s B+- Brunetto stepped down from the stage to dedicate a couple of years to working as a press agent, collaborator and writer for various publications, agencies and record labels dedicated to promoting a wealth of great artists. Now, he’s back in the limelight himself with “Sheroine”, out on Irregular label, home to incredible artists like: The Suicide of Western Culture, Boreals, Lasers, The City’s Last Noise, Older and Fernando Lagreca.

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released May 1, 2014

Booking : pierre@miraclemgmt.com
Press : bruno@freelastica.com
Publishing: fernando@miraclemgmt.com

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Brunetto El Prat De Llobregat, Spain

Musician, composer, DJ and music journalist born in Seville but based in Barcelona city whose passion for music far exceeds that one by Tim Burton for skinny and pallid face characters.

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Track Name: Evergreen feat. I AM DIVE
Lost, wherever you go, so quiet is the road.
No traces of home, the patterns of losing it all.
The people I've known, the poems I wrote,
Not fair enough,
And never to care of my own.

They follow me home
They follow me home
They follow me home
They follow me...

Never ever, ever, ever things were under control,
Nothing that I've ever felt was under control.
Never ever, ever, ever things were under control,
Nothing that I've ever felt was under control.

Never ever, ever, ever things were under control,
Nothing that I've ever felt was under control.

Lost, wherever you go, so quiet is the road.
No traces of home, the patterns of losing it all.
The people I've known, the poems I wrote,
Not fair enough,
And never to care of my own.

They follow me home
They follow me home
They follow me home
They follow me...

Never ever, ever, ever things were under control,
Nothing that I've ever felt was under control.
Track Name: Kidult (feat. Fede Weiss)
just try to figure you out why
You'll never fill me out.

the life that you pretend
will never be a chance.

I always wear in black
the colors to my head...

the things that I could get
you'll never understand

that´s what she say
I´m just a kidult at the end...

that´s what you say
I´m just a kidult at the end...

I´m not your friend
it wasn´t easy to pretend

that´s what she say
I´m just a kidult at the end...
Track Name: War Games (feat. Young Quincy)
Hello, how the fuck yall doin?

You know I’m doin great, cuz I just popped mad penicillin.
I’m on the shroomies trippin, and the drug habit ain’t kickin.

I’m on the codein, slow sippin.
But ‘til the day I die, I ain’t tippin.
I’m Young Quincy from east side U.S. I’ll tell you bout the war games ‘my place.
War in the gangs and the whores talkin’ slang, they don’t know shit ‘till that night when they beggin’ to bang. We all drunk, crunked up on the music.

Didn’t know next day they willin’ to hang. But damn hoe, I don’t know ya name.
Quit callin’ ‘fore yo pimp on the line or ya baby daddy get maddy.
Quit callin’ while I’m rollin’ up fatties.

An’ stop stallin’ ‘fore my crew come to get you and yo punk ass business.
And quit talkin’ ‘fore we test yo fitness. Hang up now, my bois been waitin’ 10 weeks to hit this.

I don’t care who on your hitlist. I stand up for myself when the skank pulls out the shank.
And I don’t give a fuck when they start up the whore gangs.

Do it for the fame, do it so I win. I do it in the art of war flames.
And do it in the heart of the war games.