Invisible Life

by Helado Negro

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Publicity: Jacob Daneman jacob@pitchperfectpr.com

Invisible life.
I think it's best to read into that name, to put it right up against yourself.
It's walking alone when you're walking with someone else.

Roberto Carlos Lange enters the room before his body does. Like light, like sound, like every single thing that travels on its own wavelength. As long as I've known him, he's done what he wants. Not that Roberto, like the best artists, ever had a choice. From the room he grew up in, down in South Florida, to his apartment in Savannah -- where I had my first dreams of a record label, where his neighbors were the guys that would become Bear In Heaven -- Roberto Lange was never not making music. Dog-eared LPs crossfaded with MPC 2000 vibrations. The humidity, that restless tropical silent partner, crept in. The slow-dance of school turned into the primal late-night shake of near-mythical live shows that, a decade ago and in the marsh, laid the fossil bed for Helado Negro.

"Ilumina Vos" breaks the ice for Helado Negro's new album Invisible Life. Press play and you lose your season. He's talking to you in Spanish. He's talking to you, perhaps with more volume, in the language he's been teaching us all over the past three years through the lessons of the seductive full-length Canta Lechuza, the sub-narrative exploration EP Island Universe Story One, and the all-in collaboration, OMBRE, with Juliana Barwick. This immersive curriculum, paired with our own capacity for feeling, will make Invisible Life visible. At least as much Roberto Lange wants us to see of himself. Translate the name of that first song for the first clue: it illuminates you.

This is a wake-and-take-off kind of record, tones whittled out of time and all its impressions, not to mention Roberto's refined love affairs with synthesis, sampling, and his own strengthening voice (always bilingual, the son of Ecuadorian immigrants). Second track "Lentamente" (or "slowly") gets you moving and singing at just the right pace, believing in words you may not understand. Invisible Life is brilliantly accomplished in its ability to soundtrack Life. I've had coffee with it. I've driven through the mountains with it. And, most notably, it's stopped me dead in my tracks and suddenly become The Thing that I'm thinking about, alone, because it's suddenly freestanding and disconnected from its maker. This is the transcendent zone, that place where music gets transferred from the artist to the listener and takes on its own life. In the way of artists like Caetano Veloso, the Sea and Cake, and even Sade, Helado Negro floats beyond his own identity into that democratic forest of shape and color.

I keep going back to "Relatives." Nestled well into side B, its slow dub pop simplicity dips into straight-up perfection. I was sold before minute one -- then I heard Jon Philpot's voice sing-talking the chorus to me in English. "Whatever you say, whatever you want me to do." The Bear In Heaven frontman's contribution is one of a key few on the album, including more old friends like Eduardo Alonso (Feathers) and Matt Crum (Lange's longtime bandmate in ROM), as well as kindred and vast spirit Devendra Banhart. Banhart's guitar on "Arboles" multiplies the whispered dream of Helado Negro into technicolor parallel existences. Those of us who call him a friend and a brother, we see those colors. Sometimes we even name them. He asks us to. Roberto Lange, the conductor, the man alone, has always kept his family close, even if its definition has expanded from his mother's kitchen to the long-stretching road that sends him from one show to the next.

Between all these lines and in the space between each of us is the definition of Invisible Life. It's that space where we sit and figure things out. It's what we're looking at when we seem to just be staring down the wall. It's the words we can't say to the people we love. It's a daydream. And, in its solitude, a torment. Roberto Lange, in all his conspicuous vibrance -- you can't miss him on the street -- is translating a whole unmapped internal universe. And aren't we all? That's what you'll hear when you put this on: you talking to yourself. And you didn't think you could speak Spanish.

-Sara Padgett Heathcott, Hometapes

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released 05 March 2013

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Helado Negro Brooklyn, New York

The son of Ecuadorean immigrants, Helado Negro was born in South Florida in 1980. His childhood was suffused with tropical heat, humidity, hurricanes, all refracted with the rich sounds and colors of the various Latin American cultures of southern Florida. ... more

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Track Name: Ilumina Vos
ilumina tu voz con rayo x
estas que bailas en tu cerebro
en la lucha de mis
y no sabes cuando te van a decir
y tu y tu
cuando
ya no
Track Name: Lentamente
y ya y ya empezar allá
y ya y ya decirte no
que quien
que quien nos quiere ver
así
así de fácil devuelvo
tus miradas
tus olvidos
lentamente
te olvido
es tan dificil encontrar alguien
es tan fácil encontrar alguien
que conoce tu nombre
te conocen por todas partes
Track Name: Dance Ghost
and touches move over kisses
leaving me way behind
it makes me seem so right when we
leave lights on behind
there’s no one home
just the ghosts who dance alone...
Track Name: U Heard
there’s no light for you to make your mistakes
it's all on top of how you do this
we came so far to see that here is only to make sure
there’s no chance for you
so count your steps, there’s more chances
when you add it all up
Track Name: Catastrophe
catastrophe doesn’t know where to go
doesn’t have friends, doesn’t have witnesses
he wants to be where he wants to be
he wants to be where she wants to be
so let it seem natural, so let it seem natural
catastrophe goes where he wants to go
catastrophe goes where she wants to go
Track Name: Arboles
mirando allá
cogiendo mis
árboles que crecen
atrás de ti...
y tu llegas
a ver a ellos
ya van estar aquí
atrás de ti...
tu ya estas aquí a ver
todo lo que
nos falta ya
atrás de ti...
Track Name: Relatives
dices que se siente todo
parado aquí mitad de tu mundo
horas parecen minutos que llevo aquí
y no hay nadie
whatever you say
whatever you want me to do
I can’t help myself from following
everything you do
Track Name: Junes
pesadillas
se confunden
cuando llegan a ti
largas vueltas
se ven
en tu mente
revuelto
acá
formas tus ilusiones
chica bañaras con mis palabras
alguien
quiere pensar en ti tanto
conozco
conozco bien
Track Name: Cuantas
cuales de tus problemas
si enredan con mis mitos
ocurren malas cosas
ombligos escondidos
y dicen
ola ola a ti
ola ola a ti
brinca brinca mi piel
escucho tus ola’s
abajo de mi cama
esconden mas cuidades
y veo mi cara
moviendo sus labios
diciendo
ola ola a ti
ola ola a ti
brinca brinca mi piel
escucho tus ola’s
pero no te digo ola
pero no quiero tus ola’s
quédate con tus ola’s
ya no tengo miedo de tus ola’s
ola ola a ti
ola ola a ti
brinca brinca mi piel
escucho tus ola’s
Track Name: Catch That Pain
and we know it’s a mistake to pretend
and we know it takes time to make it all the same
so we
catch that pain
make it right
so we
catch that pain
make it right
and we know this is real to take
and we know makes it more than before
so we
catch that pain
make it right
so we
catch that pain
make it right...