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Cast Glass EP

by Cast Glass

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Aquarius 04:56
AQUARIUS//You keep me up at night you tiny glimpse of a thought I cannot sleep at all you came to visit me at night and words are running through my head I feel the burden of the castle we built to reinvent the fate that every me and every you is rushing into falling into the deep blue sea Falling into sinking into rushing into the deep blue sea sharing my happiness aquarius castle of a loner
Plain Shapes 04:21
PLAIN SHAPES//When a box drops into a postbox and you are asking for more delay There are kind words that might be heard you’re not deciphering anymore There are plain shapes from door to display you’re not cracking them anymore You could gain time if you once incline to some minutes of decay Feet on the floor might not shift your weight so just make sure to let them go astray Feet on the floor might not shift your weight and just make sure you drop by on the way There are snow piles to shift from roof tiles you’re not testing them anymore You could gain time, if you once incline to some minutes of decay Feet on the floor might not shift your weight so just make sure to let them go astray Feet on the floor might not shift your weight and please make sure you drop by on the way
Ballroom 03:55
BALLROOM I took shoes, I had polished them from front to back to keep their black all shining to shed light on the moment I saw, I could not dance, and could just walk to find me some signs on the floor like left – left – right – were not in sight Take a hand and I know that one day I would, take this dance, and I know, that one day I could on tiptoe and on heels I move forth and back to keep my head from tipping I take steps and I realize that I am somewhere else than I was beforehand I stepped on some feet here not only my own but I keep on trying to grasp for and hold on to another hand not my own
Burden 01:48
BURDEN//I’d like to bear your burden, to take away your absent mindedness ‘till there’s nothing else left than the beauty and the pureness of a human being, in yourself
Airports 05:45
AIRPORTS // It’s a fast walk we are used to at airports. I’ll make use of the same routine in any place from now on For once I’ll be rushing quicker, hasting swifter not only if I’m late Keep track of the dates, to be fixed and the times I have to admit I am not good at this I am gonna keep track I might keep track If there is time, to fall behind I am good at taking this chance, spare the time, send me some lines and make this end here
For a Cat 03:43
There was a cat. Nobody knew his name. Because nobody knew who his catparents were. He gave himself a new name every day. Yesterday he was Bill. The day before yesterday Jamie. Today, he had a lot on his mind and he couldn’t think of a name that would suit him. Well, then today maybe not. There were more important things. The nameless cat lived together with four other cats under a roof on the roof from mrs. Smith. In Wimazaland, the richest country in the fairytaleworld. Mrs. Smith was the richest, but also the most lonely person from Wimaza. Her beautiful palace was too big for her alone. So that’s where the nameless cat lived. Under a roof on the roof of the palace. A roof on a roof? Yes. A roof on a roof. Mrs. Smith made that especially for the cats so that they wouldn’t have to sleep in the rain. Mrs. Smith was a beautiful young lady. Red lipstick and clicking heels, always. She loved her perfumes and little things so much, but she loved those five kitties on her roof even more. And so, every morning and every evening, there were, perfectly next to each other -and exactly the same for everybody- ten dishes in a line on the roof. Five with sardines. Five with mountain fresh water. Today the cats had woken up in a nice morningsun -the sky was blue, the birds were singing, it could have been a perfect day- and the cats were hurrying themselves to the edge of the roof. ‘H-h-hey!’ shouted Larry, the youngest and the stutterer of the clan. ‘T-t-there is n-no b-b- breakfast f-for us!’ Did mrs. Smith forget them? That couldn’t be. She never forgot them. Even if she was sick, she came to the roof, in a blanket and a cap on her head, to put the meal there. Something fantastic, or something horrible must have happened. They were hoping for the first, but they feared it had something to do with the second option. ‘Let’s have a meeting,’ said Mina, the fattest and heaviest cat. ‘What’s a meeting?’ asked Poekie. He didn’t understand, as always. ‘A meeting is a meeting,’ snapped Henkie, the grumblecat. ‘Yes, good idea. A meeting. Let’s make a circle.’ The nameless cat wanted to come in action. He had a strange feeling. Mrs. Smith was the most beautiful and sweetest humanlady in the world. Who would hurt her? Mrs. Smith didn’t put our breakfast outside. It’s a strange case. Let’s go inside her house. CAT Maybe she overslept. If she’s not there we’ll start a big neighourhood investigation.’ ‘C-c-can we d-do t-that,’ Larry said. ‘I-it’s kind o-off r-rude t-to go i-in a-a ladieshouse, j-just l-like that.’ ‘I’m a lady. And if I would’ve been missing, I would appreciate it if you were searching for me.’ And Mina jumped through the window. It didn’t take long before the other cats followed her. They were searching and searching. In every corner. But there was no Mrs. Smith. She didn’t oversleep. She didn’t lock herself in the bathroom. There was no burned cake in the oven. It was like she had never lived there. Like a dollhouse. After one hour of searching and mewing her name, the cats gave up. They gathered in front of the stairs in the big hall. ‘Let’s split up,’ the nameless cat said. ‘Mina is going to the Moso...’ ‘Oh no, no way,’ Mina interrupted. ‘There are lots of rude men.’ ‘Allright, Henkie will go there. Mina, you’re going to the Vira. Larry, Siri. And I will go to the woods. On the border of Wimaza.’ ‘And I?’ Poekie asked. ‘You stay here, in case Mrs. Smith will return by herself. If anybody finds her, mew as loud as you can.’ And there they went, all their own way. The nameless cat was walking fast. Itwasalongwaytothe border of Wimazaland. Where the big forest was. The weather was changing on his way. The sun vanished and dark clouds appeared in the sky. Where could mrs. Smith be? He hoped she wasn’t scared. Or sad. Or unhappy. And somewhere all alone. His paws were starting to hurt from walking. In an instant he was standing in front of the forest, and the branches and leaves formed a roof. The trees seemed to breath. Suddenly he heard something, soft whining. Behind a big tree trunk. ‘Mrs. Smith?’ ‘Y-yes?’ a tiny voice answered. The cat was so happy and walked a circle around the tree. The cat squeezed his eyes. But Mrs. Smith wasn’t a humanlady anymore. On the root of the tree sat a little, sad hedgehog. ‘What happened to you?’ The cat from the neighbours. It was Jim. Jim was living in the gardenhouse of Mr. and Mrs. Jager. Jim was sitting in front of the window, day after day and looked at mrs. Smith. The cat was in love with her. But a humanlady and a cat. That wasn’t possible. Jim had to become a humanman. His owner Mr. Jager was a great wizzard. A friendly man, who would never use his talent to do anything bad. There was an appearance- changing drink. With a small note. Cat to wolf, one hundred drops. Cat to human, ten million thousend five hundred ninety nine drops. That wasn’t possible. Jim kept on reading. Human to hedgehog, ninety drops. Human to cat, eighty eight drops. Yes! At night he creeped from the roofwindow into her bedroom.  On the night table was a glass of water. He dropped the magic drink in it. That next morning Mrs. Smith woke up. And she was frightened to death. Next to her, a huge cat was sleeping. Then... she saw herself in the mirror. She was a hedgehog. She started to run. Out of her house. Out of her country. Into the woods. She was there, on that root the whole time and she cried. ‘Do you think Jim can turn you back into a humanlady?’The nameless cat asked. ‘I don’t know,’ Mrs. Smith said. They walked the long way back. All the cats were waiting in front of the palace. ‘But, where is Jim?’ ‘Here, on the ground. Close to your paw.’ On the grit was sitting a small hedgehog. Now I’m a hedgehog too. And we can be old and happy together.’ But I’m not in love with you. Also not as hedgehog to hedgehog Mrs. Smith said. I like it to be alone. You can pass by for sardines. When I’m a humanlady again. ‘And you, cat without a name. You saved me! I’ll give you a name you always have to bear. ................................ That’s the name of my first and only love.


Cast Glass' debut 'Cast Glass EP' (set for release 15. Sept 2014) is a collection of songs from 2011-2013 performed by a twelve-piece ensemble. The record resulted from a production process spanning that period, starting from arrangements of their songs for string-quartet and woodwinds. Produced and reworked by Marc Alberto into intricate concrete-like collages of live acoustic performances, quirky sounds and analog electronics. The dense production and orchestration does not serve technical display, it creates a stand-alone sound world that allows for new discoveries every re-listen. The child-like lyrics sung with soft vocal delivery that lights and opens up this world with a note of playfulness.

'Cast Glass EP' is self-released as a limited edition of 250 pcs of a beautiful 24 pages digibook. Hand numbered and wrapped up in a hand painted wrapper.


released September 15, 2014

All music © Mlynek/Alberto

Vocals – Edita Karkoschka
Harp – Iris van der Ende
Sound conception, music and sound editing, recording and processing, synthesizers, sequencing and drum programming, saxophone – Marc Alberto
Song conception, string and woodwind arrangements, prepared piano, glockenspiel, toy piano– Marco Mlynek
Acoustic drums – Max Hilpert

Violin - Stefaan de Rycke
Violin – Magdalena Barszcz
Viola - Marie-Louise de Jong
Cello - Joanna Cieslak
Flute – Maarten Reumkens
Clarinet – Vinesh Dijkstra
Bass Clarinet – Christoph Klenner
Conductor – Jesse Passenier

Photography by Jonas Löllmann
Artwork & art direction by Yves Lennertz
All songs and sounds were recorded 2012-2014 at home and at Intro in situ in Maastricht.
Produced, engineered and mixed in no particular place by Marc Alberto.
Mastered by Conor Dalton for Calyx , Berlin


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