1) A dark and heavy pr… Read Full Bio ↴There is more than one artist with this name:
1) A dark and heavy prog band from Italy & Slovenia whose music is inspired by old silent horror movies. Devil Doll’s music has been described as “an elaborate and bombastic collision of styles” and “a perverse, yet brilliant soundscape of some forbidden netherworld”. Bands like Jacula can be pointed as an influence to this (at least) very different band. Mario Panciera, the brains behind Devil Doll, was anonymously known as Mr Doctor for 20 years following the project's inception. His name was made public with the release of his 2007 book, "45 Revolutions (A definitive discography of UK punk, mod, powerpop, new wave, NWOBHM, and indie singles 1976–1979, Volume I)."
Devil Doll’s albums are a journey into the unknown theatres of the unexplored soul and mind, they are like a sick cabaret of unsuspecting and, at times, soul-possessing opera. “The Girl Who Was… Death” is an interesting modern symphonic sound with a pervading air of menace. “Eliogabalus” is like a prog-metal symphony, a grandiose, overarching structure that works like a suite. I certainly didn’t take a trip to heaven when I for the first time became familiar with Devil Doll’s many masterpieces. The music is not for everybody, but recommended to those who like their singers dominant. Recommended to fans of Silent horror movies.
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2) Devil Doll is the stage name (and band name) of Colleen Duffy, an American singer. Colleen started using the name Devil Doll in the late 80's, inspired by the Roy Orbison song, and her first recording was released in 1995.
Colleen Duffy has a voice that has been described as Jessica Rabbit meets Joan Jett. She blends jazz, rockabilly and swing on a pop punk palate and affects a classic pin-up look.
You are instantly transported into a timeless, silk-lined speakeasy. You close your eyes and your ears begin to weave a sonic tale upon the folds of your brain. It’s a tale of seduction and strength…agony and ecstasy. Rose petals that cut like razor blades. As the first notes slide into your ear, you are under the spell that is Devil Doll. Your mind starts to intertwine around her aural strip tease. As the frost off of your martini fades, it becomes clear: spice that hybrids musical genres, and it’s all stirred up by a woman that creates trends, not follows them. The essence as heard through hotel walls on hot, humid summer’s nights.
As Devil Doll slides into “St. Christopher”, she beckons you to follow. She’s talking to you… yeah you… With a vice-like grip from a satin cocktail glove, she grabs you by the reproductives. She appears vulnerable, yet obviously never a victim. With a Latin flavor served over brutal honesty, Devil doll tears into “You are the best thing, and the worst thing”. Your heart pounds deep within your chest to the rock solid of “heart sized crush”. As she continues to weave her tale so intimately, you can feel the warmth of her sultry tones penetrating the base of your skull. Devil doll is pure sex with a sorrow chaser. She eases into the haunting lament that is “Walk with me”. Track after track after track, like the angelic opera of a Tommy Gun. With her last ounce of energy, Devil Doll peels away her final layer of harmonic lingerie on “If I died in your arms”…. You don’t know what has happened. . You look up to see only the barrel as it retreats, leaving the milky smoke rings that spell Devil Doll.
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Sacrilegium
Devil Doll Lyrics
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Prpfanatio omnium quae deo
Vel sanctis propositis consecrantur
For long endless millions of instants
I drank at the goblet of illusion
Tilling tumours and follies
Desperately wandering
Of the bone box
Then, submitting
I chose to drown
In the ashes of my dreams
When purity is raped
Three days are not enough
To resurrect:
Everywhere
Leprosy spreads out
The light of the eyes
Is extinguished
Thunders now shatter
The eardrums
The scream is:
"The plague be on you!"
The dust
I used to build
The impalpable reality
Of my nights
Brings me back
Along the paths
Where I scattered
Useless hopes
Believe!
Can I trust you?
No, please, don't!
Can I trust you?
Forever, really, forever!
Oaths engraved in the water...
Obey!
As a child, or an idiot
Who follows the laws
Of the XXXX others?
Quicksands have just one
Unrelenting goal
Bon voyage, mon amour...
Fight!
That invisible enemy
Nestled behind those
Gorgeous, false, sharp
Smiles
In order to conques the future: and destroy it!
I go back - once more - into the abyss of my nothing
You know
The dead have the virtue of looking like each other
It seems like yesterday
We were children
And playing at running
After each other;
You would often lock me
In the dark cellar
And I implored:
"Please open!"
I used to run trampling on
The little heads
- Cut off -
Spread ripe on the lawn
We had no mother
So we're taking turns
In being her
You were visiting my dreams
Leaving to snow
Through almost
Closed fingers
Glittering crystals
Of verginal illusions
Time seemed out brother
Until the deadly night
Twisted, I preserved you
- Jealously - Beside me
Gelid, adorned with
The damned cloths
Of the sudden
Silence...
... while
Dreamful...
... I offered you
A smile...
... in a suspended flash
The spirit...
... was plucked away
By the...
... sacrilege of fatal arms!
Forever!
Remember?
Forever!
I kept the secret
"Where is the bride?"
"Forsaken him!"
"Fleeing the deceived"
"Left him alone!"
Talk, talk
You fools!
Forever I wanted
Still, lifeless and empty
The shadow of you
To lie on
The bridal couch
Where you laughed
Astonished
Minding the tales
Bizarre and contorted
I told you every night
Prior to submitting
To the empire of the dark
Mors at suar cohortis ludus:
"Anathema, anathema tibi!"
Arcani vis et natura:
"Anathema, anathema tibi!"
They who know, do not speak!
They who talk, do not know!
"Maledictus! Maledictus!"
We are just sketches of men
Caught in a wicked vortex
Where tertium non datur
Between being god
Or being damned
But, after all
Isn't it true that
An inaudible suggestion
An ineffable remorse
A secret instinct
Reveal the impurity
Hidden in success
The vulgarity of victory
The filth nestling
In fortune:
Pure purity
Absolute catharsis
Is in misadventure
In tragedy
In one's ineluctable
Check mate
And when the lights dim
And falls slowly the curtain
I return to dance in a ring
With the skeleton man
And the bearded lady
The bird-boy and
The laughing dwarf;
Among dragons
And avenging angels
Winged maidens
And herds of blind men
Who bark
With open wide orbits
Taking me at last
To the world where
Uncertainty does not exist
In heaven. Or underground
The lyrics to Devil Doll's song Sacrilegium are haunting and poetic, painting a picture of a dark and tumultuous journey through the tunnels of the bone box. The song begins with a Latin phrase that translates to "profanity of all that is consecrated to God or saints." The singer describes how they have been drinking from the goblet of illusion for countless moments and have been wandering through dark tunnels. They ultimately submit and choose to drown in the ashes of their dreams.
The song then delves into themes of purity being raped and the spread of leprosy. The singer declares that fighting against an invisible enemy nestled behind false smiles is the only way to conquer the future and destroy it. The lyrics then shift to a reminiscence of childhood and the singer's sibling locking them in a dark cellar. The song concludes with the singer dancing with a group of strange characters and being taken to a world where uncertainty does not exist in heaven or underground.
Line by Line Meaning
For long endless millions of instants
Throughout an immeasurable amount of time
I drank at the goblet of illusion
I indulged in fantasies and delusions
Tilling tumours and follies
Nurturing diseases and foolishness
Desperately wandering
Frantically searching
Through the dark tunnels
In the depths of darkness
Of the bone box
Within the confinement of death
Then, submitting
Eventually surrendering
I chose to drown
I decided to be immersed
In the ashes of my dreams
In the remnants of shattered aspirations
When purity is raped
When innocence is violated
Three days are not enough
A short period is insufficient
To resurrect:
To bring back to life
Everywhere
In all places
Leprosy spreads out
Disease and decay proliferate
The light of the eyes
The brightness in one's gaze
Is extinguished
Is snuffed out
Thunders now shatter
Loud sounds now break apart
The eardrums
The membranes of the ears
The scream is:
The cry is:
"The plague be on you!"
"May you be cursed with a plague!"
The dust
The particles of dirt
I used to build
I once constructed
The impalpable reality
The intangible truth
Of my nights
During my evenings
Brings me back
Returns me
Along the paths
Along the routes
Where I scattered
Where I dispersed
Useless hopes
Futile aspirations
Believe!
Have faith!
Can I trust you?
Can I have confidence in you?
No, please, don't!
No, please, do not!
Can I trust you?
Can I rely on you?
Forever, really, forever!
Eternally, truly, eternally!
Oaths engraved in the water...
Promises that hold no weight...
Obey!
Comply!
As a child, or an idiot
Like a naive youngster, or a foolish person
Who follows the laws
Who adheres to regulations
Of the XXXX others?
Dictated by unknown individuals?
Quicksands have just one
Quickly shifting sands have only one
Unrelenting goal
Relentless objective
Bon voyage, mon amour...
Farewell, my love...
Fight!
Struggle!
That invisible enemy
Against an unseen adversary
Nestled behind those
Hiding amidst those
Gorgeous, false, sharp
Stunning, deceitful, piercing
Smiles
Grins
In order to conques the future: and destroy it!
With the aim to conquer and demolish the future!
I go back - once more - into the abyss of my nothing
I return - yet again - to the void within me
You know
You are aware
The dead have the virtue of looking like each other
The deceased possess the trait of resembling one another
It seems like yesterday
It feels as if it were just yesterday
We were children
We were youthful
And playing at running
Engaged in games of chase
After each other;
Pursuing one another;
You would often lock me
You would frequently imprison me
In the dark cellar
Within the dimly lit basement
And I implored:
And I pleaded:
"Please open!"
"Kindly unlock!"
I used to run trampling on
I would run, crushing
The little heads
The small skulls
- Cut off -
- Severed -
Spread ripe on the lawn
Scattered and decaying on the grass
We had no mother
We lacked a mother
So we're taking turns
Therefore we alternate
In being her
In embodying her
You were visiting my dreams
You would enter my dreams
Leaving to snow
Departing in a flurry
Through almost
Through nearly
Closed fingers
Clasped hands
Glittering crystals
Sparkling jewels
Of verginal illusions
Of pure fantasies
Time seemed out brother
Time appeared as our sibling
Until the deadly night
Until the fatal evening
Twisted, I preserved you
Wrapped, I kept you
- Jealously - Beside me
- With envy - By my side
Gelid, adorned with
Cold, adorned with
The damned cloths
The cursed garments
Of the sudden
Of the abrupt
Silence...
Quietness...
... while
... whereas
Dreamful...
Full of dreams...
... I offered you
... I presented you
A smile...
A grin...
... in a suspended flash
... in a moment of suspension
The spirit...
The essence...
... was plucked away
... was abruptly snatched
By the...
By the...
... sacrilege of fatal arms!
... blasphemy of deadly weapons!
Forever!
Eternally!
Remember?
Recall?
Forever!
For all time!
I kept the secret
I guarded the secret
"Where is the bride?"
"Where is the bride?"
"Forsaken him!"
"Abandoned him!"
"Fleeing the deceived"
"Escaping the deceived"
"Left him alone!"
"Left him solitary!"
Talk, talk
Speak, speak
You fools!
You idiots!
Forever I wanted
Perpetually I desired
Still, lifeless and empty
Motionless, devoid of life
The shadow of you
The silhouette of you
To lie on
To rest upon
The bridal couch
The marriage bed
Where you laughed
Where you found amusement
Astonished
Surprised
Minding the tales
Attentive to the stories
Bizarre and contorted
Strange and twisted
I told you every night
I narrated to you each night
Prior to submitting
Before surrendering
To the empire of the dark
To the rule of the shadows
Mors at suar cohortis ludus:
Death his company's game:
"Anathema, anathema tibi!"
"Curse, curse upon you!"
Arcani vis et natura:
Mysterious strength and nature:
"Anathema, anathema tibi!"
"Curse, curse upon you!"
They who know, do not speak!
Those who possess knowledge, remain silent!
They who talk, do not know!
Those who speak, lack understanding!
"Maledictus! Maledictus!"
"Cursed! Cursed!"
We are just sketches of men
We are mere illustrations of humanity
Caught in a wicked vortex
Trapped in a malevolent whirlpool
Where tertium non datur
Where the third option does not exist
Between being god
Between being divine
Or being damned
Or being condemned
But, after all
Yet, in the end
Isn't it true that
Is it not true that
An inaudible suggestion
A silent insinuation
An ineffable remorse
An indescribable regret
A secret instinct
A concealed intuition
Reveal the impurity
Expose the impureness
Hidden in success
Concealed within triumph
The vulgarity of victory
The crudeness of winning
The filth nestling
The dirt residing
In fortune:
Within good luck:
Pure purity
Complete innocence
Absolute catharsis
Ultimate purification
Is in misadventure
Lies in calamity
In tragedy
In sorrowful events
In one's ineluctable
In one's inevitable
Check mate
Defeat
And when the lights dim
And as the illumination fades
And falls slowly the curtain
And the curtain descends gradually
I return to dance in a ring
I go back to waltz in a circle
With the skeleton man
Alongside the skeleton man
And the bearded lady
And the lady with facial hair
The bird-boy and
The child with bird-like features and
The laughing dwarf;
The mirthful dwarf;
Among dragons
Amidst mythical beasts
And avenging angels
And vengeful celestial beings
Winged maidens
Maidens with wings
And herds of blind men
And groups of sightless individuals
Who bark
Who cry out
With open wide orbits
With eyes wide open
Taking me at last
Finally escorting me
To the world where
To the realm in which
Uncertainty does not exist
Ambiguity is absent
In heaven. Or underground
In the divine realm. Or beneath the ground
Contributed by Jack P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Mauro Labarca
Infinitas Gracias, Hernán! Por subir los álbumes de Devil Doll y traducirlos. No hay mejor homenaje a todo lo que bello que habita en la oscuridad que las obras de Mr. Doctor. Llevaba años sin escucharlos, y ahora más encima con el regalo de los subtítulos. Gracias inmortales!!!!!
Hernan Rocco R.
De nada Mauro.
CaRMa OfficialMusic
Este disco lo conocí por mi buen amigo el pintor Manuel Denna Salazar, en donde alguna vez escuchamos Devil Doll y más de progresivo con unas buenas caguamas y toda la raza roquera que ha seguido al buen master Manuel Denna.
Cristian InternationalTrade
Grandes recuerdos con este album. Aun lo debo tener en cassette por ahi en alguna caja de zapatos en la casa de mi madre. Un gran inovador para su epoca fue Mr Doctor, el cual sirvio de inspirador a no solo a la musica dark gothic sino al black, doom, metal y ambient de principios de los 90 e incluso a bandas como Mr Bungle y Marylin Manson. Hasta el dia de hoy sigue siendo un referente. Mr Doctor uno de los personajes mas subvalorados y menos conocidos de la musica.
Salvador Machen
Te lo compro si lo tienes en casset cuanto soy de monterrey
Anisa Guerrero
18 años después de haber conocido la sublime obra de Mr. Dr, y aún me estemece, y no he conocido algo igual o mejor. Amo esto.
Karen Ure
#Meestremece
Israel González
https://youtu.be/c1k6F73z4bQ
Israel González
Yo sí. Te la rolo.
LucasTJ
Tenía yo quince años cuando me enamoré de Devil Doll y hasta no quería escucharlo demasiado por no cansarme. Hasta recuerdo la primera vez que lo escuché, que fue el álbum de Dies Irae, creo que dividido en no sé cuántas pistas. Ese sonido del violín del principio me captó desde el primer momento, como una especie de descenso a los infiernos (o así fue la sensación que tenía con esa edad). Pero cada vez que escuchaba sus canciones, era como la primera vez (vi que justo alguien comentaba esto). Se me erizaban los pelos. Tampoco se lo quería contar a nadie, porque era como un secreto para mí. Además, todo ese misterio que rodeaba a Mr. Doctor me fascinaba. Era una época en que el internet no estaba tan generalizado como ahora (o yo lo usaba bastante peor) y la información que se encontraba era más dudosa. Todavía había un halo enigmático sobre lo que leía, como si fuesen siempre "rumores".
La verdad es que hacía mucho que no lo escuchaba. Han pasado ya más de quince años y yo he cambiado mucho. Ahora mi percepción es muy diferente. Ya no me parece un ser misterioso y extraordinario sino un grupo de músicos muy curiosos, creativos y originales. Y, también, por qué no decirlo, un poco "frikis" (que no es nada malo). Mr. Doctor tenía afición por parecer misterioso: como ese álbum que nunca publicó, o las firmas con sangre, o aquellos discos exclusivos de "The girl who was... Death" que contenían una intro y una coda únicos, o su rechazo a dar su nombre hasta bien tarde, o a dar entrevistas, etc. Parece una clara intención de crearse un mito o quizá una prueba de su gusto por el cine de terror. En ese caso, no solo la música sino ese mismo misterio formaría parte de su obra de arte, como una especie de performance. En este sentido, recuerda bastante a la crítica que hace Jameson del pastiche: tanto por las continuas referencias a obras de arte modernas, en concreto, de películas y series de culto, como por la fusión de distintos géneros artísticos en una especie de "obra de arte total".
He de decir que los rápidos cambios de melodías, donde parece recrear distintas escenas cinematográficas yuxtapuestas, sin aparente relación, ahora me choca un poco más: me suena como un collage hecho a base de "momentos culminantes", como en los tráilers de las películas de acción. Respecto a su técnica vocal, es realmente curiosa, aunque ahora no puedo evitar escucharlo con algo más de comicidad que antes. Aun así, las obras, en conjunto, son excepcionales y merecen la pena. Además, lo que han ganado con los años es cierto encanto del que fue una vez mi grupo de música favorito y mi gran descubrimiento. Es un placer escucharlo de nuevo después de tanto tiempo.