Скачать или смотреть Slave Steel - Shut [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

Closing oneself off can be an answer to the outer hostile world. An invisible fencing net weaves as a barrier with a merciless reality, and only our dark silhouettes outlive.

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In collaboration with "UAL (University of the Arts London)"
& "Underworld Music Show"
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Vocals: Pil Nazzari
Guitars: Daniele Manganaro
Bass: Marco Agosta
Drums: Riccardo Priori

Recorded & mixed at "Rogue Studio" by Alessio Garavello
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Mastered at "Fascination Street Studios" by Jens Bogren
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Location: UAL (University of the Arts London) "Black Box Project Space"

"Audio Underground Studio"
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Producer: Patrycja Mihov & Slave Steel
Director: Yuri Kim
Editor: Yuri Kim, Daniele Manganaro
Script Supervisor: Sharmin Rahman
Floor Manager: Suzanna King
Vision Mixer: Matt Melia
Lighting: Mariah Soda, Carrie An, Ana Nakamura
Sound: Sarah Boyd, Hetty Jee
Production Designer: Laureen Lehoux
Art Director: Yangyixin Wei
Camera: Mingyi Sun, Hooda Abdi, Yelita Ali, Jennifer Cartwright, Jordan Lennon
Production Assistant: Ornela Pouka

Special Thanks:
University of the Arts London: London College of Communications
Rob MacGillivray, Karl Cresser, Christopher Bourke and The 2019 BAFTV TV Studio Specialism Team

LYRICS:
Hey, what a shame!
This landscape looks so lame.
Dried trees, cracked soil, obscured sun:
Must be the escapeless wasteland.

Welcome to the land of hate,
Where events ain't ruled by fate.
Conscience can't provide a real option,
If corrupted by the human poison.
Hope appears like an ephemeral glance:
Sweet, but full of arrogance.
Giving up what is rational
May lead your soul to its holy grail.

No relax, no reward, sure no coming back.
Gotta decide if you’re gonna lie, counting on random luck.
Won’t get you far, stab in the dark, pain will consume your guts.
How many times will you continue trusting these mannequins?

Loneliness, gift from the self.
Intimacy, what a supremacy.

Shut, psycho crash.
Shut, in a rush!

All the lights out, absence of sound.
Frost in your veins up to the brain.

Loneliness, gift from the self.
Intimacy, what a supremacy.

Loneliness, I must confess...
Intimacy, that sets you free.

Shut, psycho crash.
Shut, in a rush.