his lullaby for fast-growing girls

Angelina Mango comes back with a new single Formica, the first of the singer-songwriter for Epic Records/Sony Music Italy.

The piece is available on all streaming and download platforms and was produced by Enrico Brun (known for work with i Nuclear Tactical Penguins, Madame e Francesca Michielin), Logos.Lux, dNoise and from the same Angelina.

The singer-songwriter transmits her pain to us and invites us to listen to her story without frills, looking every memory in the face, described with minutia of sentiment.

In Formica, the very young Angelina sings a disillusioned and raw lullaby that speaks of self-destruction, suffering and loss.
His voice becomes elusive and strangled along this urban dirge. The singer-songwriter juggles it well and mixes it, amalgamating it, with a chasm of sounds.

Formica it tells my story because only by telling it did I find a way to make sense of it ”he explains Angelina Mango, “Talk about my origins and my future, talk about me. It opens the way to a sound that I have been looking for for a long time, because it is the most extreme thing, furthest from my starting point. There is never the right way to introduce yourself, but this certainly does not turn too many words.

Born in Maratea in 2001 and raised in Lagonegro, Angelina she is the youngest daughter of the unforgettable Mango and of Laura Valente of the Matia Bazar.
Angelina she has breathed music since she was a child and very soon started composing songs and performing live with her band, which also included her brother Filippo, drummer.

She moved to Milan when she was only fifteen and, subsequently, in 2020 she published the EP Studio flat. In the summer of 2021 the tour opened Word from Giovanni Caccamo e Michele Placido.

His first record deal with Sony Music with the creative support of Tiziano Ferro.

THE TEXT OF FORMICA FROM ANGELINA MANGO

When I was born it was snowing even if it was April
And they gave me a grandmother’s name sitting in the yard
Maybe it was already written that I would grow up quickly
And that by the time I made a mistake I would already be old
So in the house of the white mill
I wild as the leader of the pack
I tore up the strongest emotions in cold blood, ahead of time
Before they could oppose, ahead of time
Princess of a ruined castle
I already have the steadfast soul of a queen, of a queen
And Milan welcomes me without too many questions
It only imposes social anxiety on me

I come from afar directly from the other life
Shot, arrow of a tightrope
Lying down, my body does not struggle
And my mind is always strong as an ant
Like an ant, like an ant, hey

You had to do a piano and voice piece
Now I don’t understand who you are anymore
You should have made the sign of the cross
Before running that fast
You can’t throw yourself into the void talking about yourself

I needed to tell my story
I’ll sing it in rhyme like a court jester
I take off my crown and wear pointy shoes
Look at the royal orphan, she’s bored to death

Nina Nina Nina Nina Nina Nina
Then sometimes I’m a bit of a child
Nina Nina Nina Nina
Lullaby lullaby oh, who I give this baby to
I give it to those who want to know more
Who does not stop on the doorstep
I look at whoever looks at the pain in the face
I look at those who understand the intention
I don’t come from the street, but from a sidewalk
I can tell you the taste, the smell, the color
The love of the boys making out under the street lamp
I can tell you where self-destruction comes into play
I can tell you where I’ll go if this song doesn’t work
I can tell you what a dying body is like
I can tell you anything you want, but I don’t know what it is like without love

You had to do a piano and voice piece
Now I don’t understand who you are anymore

You had to do a piano and voice piece
Now I don’t understand who you are anymore
You should have made the sign of the cross
Before running that fast
You can’t throw yourself into the void talking about yourself

A court jester, royal orphan
A court jester, royal orphan

I come from afar, directly from the other life
Shot, arrow of a tightrope
Lying down, my body does not struggle
And my mind is always strong as an ant
Like an ant, like an ant.