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This video was produced with one camrera's footage taken at Kitsch's
performance in Manlleu (Barcelona), on January 8th, 2005, and the
photographs taken by Noemi during the same show.

Kitsch, with 20 years of history, is the most original and powerful Catalan band. They have presented their dark poetic lyrics along the always surprising evolution of their music. From their own interpretation of goth punk at the end of the eighties and early nineties, to more undefineable stiles and an acoustic album on the late nineties to Rock with electronic percusion at the begining of the 00s. They are now working on integrating visuals in their new acoustic show, that will be presented next fall in Catalonia, where I am going to be one of the collaborators.

See video [real player, 3m43'', 6Mb], lyrics below.

Presó mental Quiet dins una capsa humida, amb el sol de fora a estones amb mi, apartat del món per força, comptant amb ràbia els dies, veient passar formigues al meu costat. Gris en una capsa grisa, covardament caçat, dormint sol cada vespre, somiant que no m'afecten ni el fred ni la calor dins el meu cap. I no m'afecten ni el vent ni la pluja. Encara que no ho sembli no hi ha pitjor tortura que pensar.

Mental Prison Quiet inside a humid box, with the outside sun with me at times, forced to be appart of the world counting the days with rage, watching ants passing by. Grey in a grey box, cowardly haunted, sleeping every night alone, dreaming I am not affected by the cold or hot weather in my head. And I'm not affected by wind or rain. You wouldn't think it's true but there is not a worse torture than thinking.

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