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Kid Flicks

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about

Kid Flicks is the experimental pop project of Lefkada-born, Athens-raised, London-based producer, songwriter and artist Nickos Dervisis, in which he is exploring his obsessions with pop melodies, sampling, world music and eccentric sound designs and orchestration.

Since 2011 had released two albums albums on Inner Ear Records and an EP on Bad Panda Records recorded through his macbook while traveling around Greece and Europe. While performing alone until 2013, he formed an elastic ensemble (1-4 performers) to enhance his live performances, focusing on the relationship between electronics and samples combined with live drums and middle eastern percussion. This experience became the creative engine for Flicks' next self titled full length. Highly influenced by contemporary Athenian life, multiculturalism and the internet culture, Kid Flicks created an album full of upbeat pop melodies, explosive percussion and an abundance of harmonised layers, drawing from various genres and styles. Kid Flicks's new self-titled album is available since July 2016 and is distributed through wordandsound Records.

Kid Flicks has shared the stage with artists such as Omar Souleyman, Slow Magic and Craft Spells and has been praised by media such as CBC News, The 405, Impose, DIY, No Fear of Pop, Bowlegs, GoldFlakePaint and more.

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“super catchy songs with adventurous sonics. - CBC News (CA)

“I played this loud through my headphones and the world felt much nicer, and I want you to have that too.” - The 405 (UK)

"Kid Flicks has made something immense. ... studied and perfected" - Impose Magazine (US)

"A textural delight, a wash of colours presented in various and varying forms.. " - Gold Flake Paint (UK)

"in debt to the Beach Boys, and a Doldrums-like eccentricity." - DIY Magazine (UK)

"Ablaze lo-fi pop... Vivid and playful." - No Fear of Pop (GE)

"his SoundCloud is a gold mine of enjoyable and positive music" - Мишка (US)

"a clearly talented singer/songwriter" - Obscure Sounds (US)

"an excellent control and mixture of the different textures" - Son of Marketing (IT)

"manages to place all his influences in perfect symmetry and delivers an exotic pop brainiac that will sooth your existence!" - Sound Injections (GR)

credits

released July 23, 2016

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Production, Songwriting, Vocals, Electronics, Sampling, Guitars, Percussion, Bass, Artwork – Nickos Dervisis

Drums (1, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9), Backing Vocals (1, 5), Percussion (4, 5) – Danae Palaka

Bass (6,7,8), Backing Vocals (1) – Themos Ragkousis

Percussion (1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8) – Haris Neilas

Engineering, Production, Percussion (7) – Iraklis Vlachakis

Engineering, Effects (7) - Nikos Triantafyllou

Mastered by Norman Nitsche at Calyx Studios, Berlin

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Track Name: La Voix Surrealiste
spends his days in the halls
waiting to get old, waiting to get old

setting up his small goals
left by his will, left by his will

I don't even know why
changes shapes all day, changes shapes all night

hearing bells in all doors
except his own, except his own

chapters of all mankind
this is what I hear, this is what I fear

let me try and disguise
not to be seen, not to be known

tired of living in fear
seeing all of you, seeking all of you

millions of our friends die
leaving their door, leaving their hall

chapters of all mankind
let me try and disguise
tired of living in fear
millions of our friends die

things stay on the hide
have you ever hoped
Track Name: Whirling Dervish
all he sees is sand beneath his feet
the waves formed a V, the fish said "hi"

cold and frail, the beating of his heart
is syncing with the blowing of the wind

wake me up until the morning birds
will sing their mourning song
spilling notes

all that I have thought
all that everyone has thought
only to begin the countdown

all that I have lived
all that everyone has lived
only to begin the countdown

all that I can reach
all that everyone can reach
only to begin the countdown

all that I have said
all that everyone has said
only to begin the countdown

wait 'till these's time to realise
you're the cruiser to the near past
Track Name: The Ocean
she nods to everything that's been said to her
complains about the stances of all the earth
she worries about her mindset and thinks she'll go crazy
a small doze of infinity can set her up

i wonder how she gets through when all of our thoughts has
infected a reflection of angst and delight
i must remember everything I look on the mirror
contrasting it with anything time has erased
and I feel much younger

she'd like to swim around in the ocean
she said I want it everything more now
I just wanted to do all my stuff
isn't it nice to split our times like that

small dose of awe brings up the shore
small dose of awe all of our friends do

she'd like to swim around in the ocean
she said I want it everything more now
I just wanted to do all my stuff
isn't it nice to split our times like that
Track Name: Don Quixote (Death Was A Letter Never Sent)
death was a letter never sent
with it's sequences so pale
my mortal frequency supports my love for things
that never lived
the sense of prying someone's eyes
I want to hold it 'till I die
the present fails to make me happy so I seek for it in
streets of Athens, I'm divided in to two world
I consider you my sweet home

death was a letter never sent
with it's sequences still there
my mortal frequency exists inside my ignorance of fear
as far as time could ever go
a funny feeling curves my whole
my body's wasted on the faces of my most beloved thoughts

I'm a failure
I'm a cheap trick
I'm a gimmick of another man's ideals
I deserve it, I embrace it, I live through it,
I may never feel alive again