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The Goldstreet Sessions

by Hugo Race & The True Spirit

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1.
LSD Is Dead 06:19
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LSD Is Dead We all got together at a house in the hills A pyramid of rocks piled out back In limestone and basalt and sandstone glue Carving the glyphs deep in its face So they’re visible from outer space Then the ice melts down all over the range The waterline above our heads We better get on back together Remember what the women said: LSD is dead We all lost touch in a haze from Atlantean days Took a ride to the city of lights to pick up some supplies Like your hair dye deep deep red The ghosts of the jets write comments in the skies Like Revlon and Cardiac and catscan eyes We used to have a telephone Stuff we remember from centuries ago When the world was young And its bones were soft Then the planets swung around And something got lost Something special We’re meeting in a pawnshop So you can remember just what the Weathermen said We all got to come together No more doors - LSD is dead We all got to come together For the party that’s what the Weathermen said Ranches in the sky Smokestacks above our heads The scrapers in the city getting bigger every year We have no fear at all We all got to come together We all got to come together We all got to come together We got to pull it back together what the Weatherman said We all got to come together that’s what the Weathermen said We all got to come together We all got to come together We got to put the pieces back together What the weathermen said Ranches in the sky Smokestacks above our heads The scrapers in the city getting bigger every year We’re working different sides spy on spy We all gotta come together LSD is dead
2.
Makes Me Mean 05:18
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Makes Me Mean Randy takes the bag and stuffs it in his pocket Dont do nothing til i get back Cant go now ‘cos girl you’re sick Nothing your pharmacist cannot fix Some fucker stole her money and she can’t quit She got a shadow on her tail Can’t get rid of it She’s the walls blowing in the wind somewhere It makes me mean Somewhere the suburb is endless Without shape or form You take a left turn ‘n you went wrong This is a bad trip this is a dirty hit You shared your works with all the friends around Now you running scared cause some of them went down To the paramedic – it’s like that Daylight blowing out over exposing My mind’s fucked up my mind is roaming It makes me mean But I’m a lucky guy her name is Mona It hurts in her dirty blonde hair The air is fresh and clean The keys in the ignition If you know what i mean Fumbling with the soft-top switch to peel back the roof There's wonder in her eyes are soft and loving The good feelings just keep on coming She make out like a virgin she take it like a whore Love is unconditional love is pure Rips out your heart from the very core And make me feel so It makes me mean Daylight blowing out over exposing My mind’s fucked up my mind is roaming Scorpio rising is her master code Some shit you really don’t have to know So its no hard feelings if you ain’t getting any readings We all got our reasons Little deceivings Make me mean Now Jaydee moves into the centre of the room all eyes upon him Your personal radar ain’t equipped to track What floats across the dial don’t always come back Now Jesus ain’t the question Just a suggestion Who put the price on your head? Was a consortium There’s a lot of them: cop priest president Hustling all your money just to pay their rent Keeping all the change for armaments They got us in a corner It makes me mean
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A.M. Radio 04:18
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A.M. Radio A.M. radio’s fading out and I don’t want that FM sound The A.M. radio just went down and we can’t use that FM sound A.M. radio drowning out and we don’t need no west coast sound These were our happy days This was the golden age We hit the brakes in the falling rain Cut across all those lanes AM radio just went down can't get no west coast sound The dial is glowing hot and the airwaves just went down Power lines all turn blue in the night and there ain’t no sound These were our happy days This was the golden age We hit the brakes in the acid rain Cut across all across those lanes Twelve-twenty and the dial is glowing 12.20 and its glowing hot Eleven eleven and the dial is glowing 11:11 and the machines hot All my life just flashed before my eyes I blew the film up to US size My life flashed before my eyes I blew the film up to American size You know the truth rises up in the east We don’t need no more of those west coast lies Because the A.M. radio’s fading out We don’t want no west coast sound The A.M. radio’s going down We can't use no west coast sound
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Hush Money 05:55
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Hush Money Silence is golden silence has its price Silence is golden silence has its price Jackals in the valley I hear ‘em howling at night Snipers in the schoolyard Got our babies in their sights Hard to find bliss in the Necropolis We’re making deals for the hush money Hush money for the hush money Silence is golden silence has its price Silence is golden silence got its price When evil strikes a land She try to pass it to a neighbour Thinks about revenge Praying for the saviour You ain’t getting the real juice Just stupid lies and half truths Cable network keeps the scores Softcore porn and holy war Demonising evangalising Radiation magnetising Beaming into every lounge-room across the nation Brainwashing for the hush money For the hush money Silence is golden silence has its price Do you remember Making love to the war on drugs Do you remember Who don’t like it can go get fucked Do you remember They got the money and the power We can’t forget they got the way how And the way into the hush money Silence is golden silence has its price For the hush money
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Is Your Love Strong 10:08
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Is Your Love Strong Is your love strong Strong enough to survive Is your love strong Strong enough to survive If you ain’t turned on Hows your love going to survive? Stripping off like she’s posing for pictures But the camera's shooting into the sun Golden sweat uncrossing her legs Sucking your thumb Messing up her long dark hair Flares like radium Pulsing with the heartbeat Can you hear the music son? Patriotic anthems and bells are ringing Glimpses of the national flag Sweating out the toxins Hard nippled muscle back Is your love strong Strong enough to survive Is your love strong Strong enough to survive If you ain’t turned on How’s your love going to survive? If your love’s wrong… Dawning thru the curtains Copter over the roof Moaning her eyes squeezed shut She’s bullet proof Is your love strong Strong enough to survive If you aint turned on… Crooked pale against suntanned skin Furred in tawny blonde Eyes roll back smiling him lying on top Is your love strong – strong enough to survive? If your love’s wrong How’s your love going to survive? We’re going over the side we’re going over the side Straight to the depths We’re going over to the other side We’re going over the side We’re going over the side Straight to the depths We’re going over to the other side Is your love strong – strong enough to survive? If your love’s wrong How’s your love going to survive?
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Premonition 04:54
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Premonition I knew we were arriving here I’d had a kind of premonition Sometimes its hard to find the words Nobody’s got the time to listen Because we left something unfinished back there I’d had a kind of premonition Imagine if the future walked right on into your present And gave you a taste of what will be What you call heaven You’d never want it to leave So don’t try to kid yourself these memories are real Those old stories that in truth you can’t recall That home you’ve never seen before And there’s so much excitement to feed on in this town The kiss hanging from the breeze All the money raining down I hear those voices warning me And when I wake up I cant remember my dreams Such a wonderful place to find ourselves And all the beauty we possess inside Such a wonderful place to find ourselves And all the beauty we possess inside of us The good news electrified The hope in all our eyes And then when it all falls apart You and me we wont be surprised Because I hear those voices warning me But when I wake up I can’t remember my own dreams
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Midas Touch 04:52
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Midas Touch Midas you saved us with your golden touch The horns of a bull on the body of a horse Helios rising, you’re getting so warm I been jumping the bull since the day I’m born Well, the markets rise and the markets fall But i have no fear of anything at all Long as the monster sleeps in the heart and soul We’re sure to turn their shit to gold Junkie for the money his heart so cold When the junkie hit the button you got to go When he touch your skin you turn to stone When he hit the button you’re going home Hungry for the money his heart so cold Junkie for the power he’s getting old Hungry for the money he’s growing cold Touch your skin you turn to stone When he push the button you’re going home When the junkie push the button you’re going home Well, your empires come and your empires go They burn out in a season like the scirocco When all’s said and done they just fol-de-rol Midas you saved us with your golden touch Sixteen carat in one half ton Empires come empires go They burn out in a season like the scirocco When all’s said and done they just fol-de-rol Watching you from the eye of the storm Watching you from the desert storm
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Ramacca 07:05
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Ramacca See the white flag hanging off the balcony Here in the house of hits in the house of spirits Doors and shutters keep on slamming Deep in Ramacca here in the house of spirits The voice that got away across the salty water Flown to Libya to Tunisia is lost forever I got a witness - two drunks lost in the airport One talking to the other looking for a good idea Electricity hijacked from the city You know they’ll never come around to read your meter Hauling off the tricolour from the balcony Waving a white flag and mixing up a cold mohito Caught in a bottleneck your kind of gypsies fly They flew a virgin down from old Colombia Next thing a boss got whacked for free Playing his cards with friends in the Vucciria Drove the Palermo road to see how far it goes He got an answer he’ll tell you when he sees you Two drunks lost in the airport One talking to the other looking for a good idea They can’t remember where they parked their car Only thing they can do is go back to the bar Some data’s missing, the voltage shifts Written off the hard disc

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HUGO RACE + THE TRUE SPIRIT
THE GOLDSTREET SESSIONS

Original release date: September 2003
Original Label: Glitterhouse Records

GOLDSTREET SESSIONS is Hugo and True Spirit’s first album since the epic downbeat blues of “Last Frontier” in 1999 - not including the double-CD retrospective “Long Time Ago”, released by Glitterhouse in 2001.

Ingo Krauss (Caspar Brotzmann Massacre) engineered a large part of the recordings in Berlin, while Ralf Droge (producer/musician with the Y Files and Thomas D) appears throughout the disc on various sounds. The album was mixed in Hugo’s hometown of Melbourne with Australian producer Chris Thompson (Waifs, Augie March, Bad Seeds, Silverchair) and noted remixer Gef Senz (Hickstep, Ping) from the underground electronica scene. The album was mastered by Cal Orr in his studio on the foreshore of the Phillip Island surfbeaches. There’s a fire at the heart of these Goldstreet Sessions, a consistent lyrical purpose focussed on the dangerous new world of our millennium – these are songs set in a place we can all recognise. Given the complex creation of this disc, the result is a seamless evocation of mood and magic that stands as a highpoint in the True Spirit story.

Freibank (Hamburg): It is absolutely okay to call the the new Hugo Race-release, "The Goldstreet Sessions" (Glitterhouse), a "killer album" on the sole basis of what the press says: "A soundscape marked out by Ry Cooder, Tricky, Tom Waits and Jon Spencer. Spooky!" and "Abysmal metaphors of sin and atonement, nightmares and despair. An unsettling psycho-schocker." and "Dark, dire, tender and bewildering moments. Always interesting and almost perversely accessable."

Logo (UK): “Suffocatingly rich through both its brooding, desolate atmospherics and Race’s gravel-throated whispers… Race and his True Spirit collective place a smouldering torch under the corner of psychedelic, bluesy ambience and allow it to morph into a cusp of experimental smoke and expanding, eerie beats. Concerned lyrically with the dawn of the new millenium, Race accentuates the ethereal feel with couplets as scathing and focussed as “you aint getting the real juice/just stupid lies and half-truths”, whilst rarely veering from the monotone murmurs that make this such a haunting and weighty listen. Essential listening.”

Wire (London): “…Recorded in Berlin, Melbourne and Catania, the Goldstreet Sessions has a warm live feel. True Spirit are joined here by Sicilian writer and singer Marta Collica (who also teams up with Race in Sepiatone) and Swans/Angels of Light guitarist Kristof Hahn. It opens with the low synth ruminations and trumpet blasts of “LSD is Dead”. The kick drum’s motorik beat sets an urgent pace, which Race’s deep baritone effortlessly takes in its stride. Elsewhere, his arrangements imaginatively deploy soupy wells of bass, harps and a beatbox intertwined over puckered jazz and soft electronics…. intense atmospherics echoing through dark skies…”

Rockarilla (Rome): “…the double retrospective “Long Time Ago” saw Race transformed into a high-profile cult artist… “The Goldstreet Sessions”, then, is the first chapter in a new cycle. Leaving aside the ecstatic “Premonition” and the desert feel of “A.M.Radio”, the atmosphere that surrounds “Goldstreet” is claustrophic and pressurised. A dreamlike blues laced with industrial experimentation, glacial digital beats, distant trombones and a voice cavernous as the recent Leonard Cohen. Music for besieged cities, beaten by incessant rain and populated by souls lost in the dark…”

Eclipsed (Berlin): “Goldstreet Sessions” holds up a mirror to a world that is cold, dusty and dangerous. His (Race’s) texts are merciless, like reality… “silence is golden, silence has its price” he whispers in “Hush Money”, giving the definition of the blues as black music a whole new meaning… alternatively, songs like “Premonition” and “Midas Touch” are strangely optimistic – Hugo Race goes Leonard Cohen. A masterpiece of psychotic blues…”

Frankfurter Rundschau: “Goldstreet Sessions” is Race’s latest blues-mutation, defining a sound between triphop, ambient and rock - the toughest and most intense record of his career. These trips are difficult – listen to the opener “LSD is Dead” or “Makes Me Mean”. Race and his colleagues are way badder than Calexico, much more distorted and twisted than today’s Bad Seeds, and bluesier than any electronica/triphop project you care to mention. We take this ambient-electro-blues-trip rolling a cigarette with our eyes closed and shaking up the next gin-tonic…”

credits

released January 12, 2024

Bryan Colechin – bass
Michelangelo Russo – trumpet, trombone, harp
Hugo Race – voice, guitars, synth, beatbox, bass (2)
Chris Hughes – synth (1, 2) percussion (3, 5) drums (2, 4, 6, 7, 8)
Brett Poliness – drums (1, 3, 7)
Nico Mansy – guitar, electric piano, organ (2, 3, 7)
Giovanni Ferrario – electric guitar (4, 6, 8), bass (4, 6)
Ralf Goldkind – recorders (6), synth (5,7), baritone sax (2)
Marta Collica – backing vocals (5, 6, 7), maraccas (4)
Kristof Hahn – slide guitar, lapsteel (4, 5, 7)
Dimitri de Perrot – turntables (7)
Marco Franzoni – banjo, drumkit (5)

Songs by Hugo Race
Published By Freibank/Peermusic

Recording engineers:
Ingo Krauss @ Blau Continuum, Berlin
Adrian Akkerman @ Incubator Mobile, Helixed, Melbourne

Additional recording:
Marco Franzoni @ Blu Femme, Brescia
Corrado @ The Cave, Catania

Mixed @ Martin Street by Chris Thompson + Steve Schramm
Additional recording, mixing & sound treatments:
Gef Senz @ Auxilliary

Mastered – Cal Orr @ Green Neon, Phillip Island
Produced by Hugo Race for Helixed

Art Direction: MC Studio

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Hugo Race & The True Spirit Melbourne, Australia

Legendary Australian cult psyche rock band Hugo Race & The True Spirit released their first album Rue Morgue Blues in 1989 after Race’s move to Berlin – previously he’d been frontman of Australian cult idols The Wreckery and guitarist with Nick Cave’s Bad Seeds.
 
Hugo’s prolific and eclectic catalogue includes several solo albums and an astonishing variety of international collaborations. ... more

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