Our second album is self-titled because we wish to articulate the idea behind the band name. It’s a name of historical person Fanny Kaplan who is known primarily because of her attempt to assassinate Lenin on the 30th 1918. We got many questions about the naming since the time we started. That made us thinking about this woman’s fate and investigate a history behind her properly. For example the story of her death is also pretty interesting. There is a myth that she had been shot under the noise of working car engines. Executors pushed her body into a tar barrel, poured petrol on it and then burned. It sounds like a nasty poetry but it is metaphorically very close to the reality that we are live in today.
recorded by Fanny Kaplan live via 4-channel recorder
mixed and mastered by Pavel Eremeev (UsssY, Holy Palms)
album art by Lusia Kazaryan
some info about album:
'Fanny Kaplan are a female trio formed in Moscow during 2012. The follow-up to last year’s limited ‘Plastilin’ LP, this new 6-track MLP of spikey 2-3 minute songs hones their previous experimentations into a post-punk/no wave/krautrock mix, all underpinned with a punk urgency. Killer basslines that range from Rema-Rema style brutalism to a throbbing Metal Box-era Wobble metronome anchor with innovative, unorthodox drumming, topped off with bitter melodies and arcane, otherworldly synth lines. Self-confessed post-riot grrls in attitude rather than musical style, this is a unique, darkly subversive record with the tragic failure of their namesake always hovering in the background, simultaneously bleak and uplifting.' — Inflammable Material
'Holy moly this is quite simply amazing. Fanny Kaplan are three girls from Moscow who have got such a grasp on that no wave post punk new wave sound that they put nearly every other band around at the moment to shame. It’s lo-fi and primitive but they got this groove to their tunes that’s very hard to resist. Like P.I.L. meets a very warped ESG. Six tracks here. Limited release on Inflammable Material. All killers.' — The Vinyl Factory
'Pure no-wave/post-punk spirit. Genuinely revivalist (willing or not), still, able to be on the boundary of contemporary experimentalism.
Nervously percussive, like trying to focus a point among Kevin Haskins and Stephen Morris (the frenzy of povod nakrit'sya / the reason to cover self up, as well as zaperto / locked up), sick waves of synths, groovy as dirt bass-lines, female vocals, which, somehow, remind me of (let me dust this off) Stimmen Der Stille.
Someone should reprint Batcave: Young Limbs And Numb Hymns and add their name on it.
Lusia - vocal, synthesizer, Karina - bass, Dina - drums, are also selling a hand-made swimsuit for 1'000 euros, if that may be of your interest. It would be perfect to dive into the blending waves of the darkness and psychotic fast narrative of their tunes.
Finally, shema ustarela sekundu nazad / the scheme expired a second ago is a restless rush to the end, exit from a maze shaped of spiritual spirals of nihilism. Press play, enjoy.' — Inkoma
'Russian punx Fanny Kaplan provide lo-fi six cuts here on board with the abstractions of noise and the simplicities of no wave, creating a lazerbeaming free post-punk that sorta sounds like total shambles while also totally having its shit together. Am I making any sense? Are you enjoying all these conflicting descriptions? I guess we could just call it a fun listen and leave it there.
But we won’t. Much like one of those great Ponytail records, this record is special because it meditates on the moment before total collapse -- tunes like “Locked Up” have synth arguing with a shaken-not-stirred drumbeat, off-course bass and yelped vocals, each working so hard on its own corner of proceedings that it eventually, weirdly and semi-disastrously adds up to a sum of the parts. “False Shooter” proves they can counter the shambles with riffs and hooks proper, a little bleating synth line, sounding slightly distorted, carrying the rest of the fallen-bicycle sounds towards the finish line.
The off-kilter video game sounds of “The Scheme Expired a Second Ago” balance out a psychedelic free-for-all that sounds as both echoing and remote and gnarled to the core. They’re making a lot of sounds, disagreeing on the speed they should be played at and letting it all go to shit. Obviously we like them.' — Norman Records
Track Name: povod nakrit'sya / the reason to cover self up
Город наполнен ни чем
И покрыт ни кем
Повод забиться в углах
Повод накрыться волной
Искаженный в потоке вранья
Пену не смыть водой
Не закрыть рукой
Track Name: transheya / trench
Мы мерились словом, не нашли порога,
Я упала в траншею по пути к богу.
Сверху зевали, заливали бетоном,
Теперь я неподвижна, все в норме.
Я, пожалуй, останусь
В этой траншее,
Там холодно и страшно
Здесь так же.
Track Name: zaperto / locked up
Вернулся нужный запах
Руки в длинный ворс
Не подняться теперь
Не подняться тебе
А потом прощать!
Track Name: fal'shivy strelok / false shooter
Пыли в три слоя
Забрала без боя
Грохочет глухой щелчок
В сапог перевалила грязь
Track Name: smeh / laughter
Смеха полон дом,
Сухие фиалки без цвета кругом,
И мы растеряли ножи.
Сухие фиалки, сухие фиалки.
Track Name: shema ustarela sekundu nazad / the scheme expired a second ago
Под ноги себе.
Скопление мелких обид.
Разбегайся и падай в обморок
Разбегайся и падай в обморок
Схема устарела секунду назад,
Я теперь не рада
И ты не рад.