[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":274},["ShallowReactive",2],{"libretto":3},{"title":4,"kind":5,"released":6,"subtitle":7,"contact":8,"tagline":9,"legal":10,"flavour":11,"interlude":14,"story":18,"quote":22,"tracks":26,"band":192,"credits":205,"socials":212,"pages":225},"Marionettenspielen","EP","31.10.2026","A dance for the unquiet kin.","band@voodoowaltz.art","For the lost, the curious, and the not-quite-living.","© 2012 - 2026 Voodoo Waltz · Keep the curtains closed",{"left":12,"vertical":13},"Theatre for the unquiet","Est. after dark \u002F Vol. 01",{"eyebrow":15,"title":16,"emphasis":17},"A note from the other side","Mournful things","go bump in the night.",[19,20,21],"There are stories best told after midnight — in rooms full of dust, forgotten books, and things that were never quite alive. \u003Cstrong>Voodoo Waltz\u003C\u002Fstrong> makes music for those stories: theatrical, crooked, and touched by the strange.","\u003Cstrong>Voodoo Waltz\u003C\u002Fstrong> is a storytelling project based in Aarhus, Denmark. Victorian theatre, gothic folklore, and horror literature intertwine with metal, prog, and punk for a cinematic, audiophile composition. Mastered by legendary metal craftsman Dan Swanö at Unisound, \u003Cstrong>Marionettenspielen\u003C\u002Fstrong> is the first volume in a series of unfortunate tales.","\u003Cem>A little cabaret after the lights go out. A little gothic theatre. A little beautiful decay. Songs for crooked hearts, haunted rooms, and anyone who has ever felt more at home in the dark. Let the curtains fall. Let the old floorboards creak. Stay for one more dance.\u003C\u002Fem>",{"text":23,"by":24,"source":25},"Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night","Virginia Woolf","Jacob's Room",[27,77,118,155],{"slug":28,"title":29,"art":30,"ratio":31,"stanzas":32,"tale":72},"abra-kadabra","Abra Kadabra","\u002Fimages\u002Ftracks\u002Fabra-kadabra.svg",1.2189,[33,38,43,48,53,58,62,67],[34,35,36,37],"Curtains up","The stage is on","Another show","About to begin",[39,40,41,42],"Just take a card","And roll the dice","No one loses","No one survives",[44,45,46,47],"Just bet your heart","Can't you see?","The rabbit is here","There is no trick",[49,50,51,52],"Just take a seat my dear spectators","Ladies and gentlemen boogies'n ghouls","All is real in this show","Tonight there is no trick to hide",[54,55,56,57],"Looking at you with red red eyes","Finding a bloody scar in your smile","Corpses hanging on the wall","Now you have lost, you're the next puppet doll",[59,60,61,45],"You've taken your card","You've rolled the dice","You lost your heart",[63,64,65,66],"The show goes on my dear spectators","Ladies 'n gentlemen boogies 'n ghouls","You've played all your sins","Tonight no one will survive",[68,69,70,71],"Looking at you with a broken smile","Find your body a place to hide","Corpses hanging on the wall,","You're the next, the next puppet doll",{"title":73,"paras":74},"The Professor’s Last Audience",[75,76],"I had been told, before I took my seat, that the Professor’s entertainments always ended in applause, and I confess I took the warning for a vulgar flourish of the bill-poster. The house was full: full, and still, and cold. The gas had been lowered until the footlights alone kept their vigil, and in that sickly amber I perceived that my neighbours did not turn their heads, nor fan themselves, nor cough, as an audience will; they sat as men sit for a daguerreotype, with a patience that was not quite of the living. (Ah! Had I turned then to the door. Ah! Had I trusted the cold in my own wrists.) Then the curtain rose upon a table, a pack of cards, and the Professor, whose eyes, I will swear to it, were as red as the coals of a dying grate.","“Take a card,” said he, and though I had not moved, I found the card already in my hand. It was the Knave of Hearts, and the heart upon it was wet. I looked up to protest and saw, along the walls of that theatre, what I had taken for draperies in the gloom: rows upon rows of figures, hanging limp from threads too fine to see – men, women, a child in a sailor’s collar. There was no trick. There had never been a trick: there was only the Stage, and the Strings, and the Hand that Holds. And as the first thread settled, cold and patient, about my wrist, I understood at last why the Professor’s audiences never failed to applaud.",{"slug":78,"title":79,"art":80,"ratio":81,"stanzas":82,"tale":111},"black-vodka","Black Vodka","\u002Fimages\u002Ftracks\u002Fblack-vodka.svg",0.8166,[83,88,93,97,101,106],[84,85,86,87],"I got so bored of this life","Gives nothing but ashes ‘n lie","I feel no thrill to live anymore","A last breath my body feels cold",[89,90,91,92],"The reflex in the mirror of sin","“Who’s the spookiest of ‘em all?”","I burn the last cigarette in ashes","A see-saw of what I was asked",[94,95,94,96],"Black Vodka burns in my chest","A poisonous venom spider web","Ah-ha, so good, hell hot, oh yeah",[98,99,100],"Black Vodka burns me drop dead","A dangerous hungry spider web","Black vodka burns in my chest",[102,103,104,105],"The life you give is the love you get","The more you give the less you have","The more you can’t the more you want","The more you lose the more you joke",[107,108,109,110],"Your name is my forbidden game","And that’s the one I’m gonna play","This Black Vodka is all I have","I give zero and take the whole hand",{"title":112,"paras":113},"Letters from a Rented Room",[114,115,116,117],"Friend, I write because there is no one else awake, and the mirror does not answer letters. I have tried every consolation a reasonable man prescribes himself, and found each one wanting.","In books, which taste of ash: I feel nothing. In society, which tastes of lies: I feel nothing. On the walk along the river at evening, where the water gives my face back to me a little older each time: I feel nothing – nothing – not even the cold. Tonight I asked the glass, as children do in the old tale, who among us was the most ghostly of all, and the glass, to its credit, did not flatter me.","The bottle came from a pedlar who would not take my money; he took, he said, only what I should leave behind. The spirit within is black as an inkwell, and it burns going down like a thing with legs. I feel it now, a great spider squatting in my breast, its red eyes fixed upon that small fly I still call my soul, spinning its slow web – red, and black – about my heart; and I tell you plainly that it is the first warmth I have known in a twelvemonth.","The more I drink of it, the less of me remains; and the less of me remains, the more I want. I have laid my last cigarette in the dish to burn itself out. When you come, as I know you will, do not trouble to knock.",{"slug":119,"title":120,"art":121,"ratio":122,"stanzas":123,"tale":149},"the-tale-of-jackies-misfortune","The Tale of Jackie’s Misfortune","\u002Fimages\u002Ftracks\u002Fthe-tale-of-jackies-misfortune.svg",0.6896,[124,127,132,137,142,144],[125,126],"She got a sixth sixth sixth sense for troubles","And got a sick sick sick secret she adores",[128,129,130,131],"The trees melting in a single wood","As she walks step by step with her lover’s hand","The blood dripping down a secret road","As she talks step by step to her lover’s head",[133,134,135,136],"Devil's claws, she's coming for you","“I love you, will you love me too?","Just give me what I want, I know","You lost your head for my love”",[138,139,140,141],"She says “The Devil is my dad in law”","Her house sits by Inferno Avenue","“Follow me into this deep deep wood”","“I’ll take you home to where God never stood”",[143,129,130,131],"The trees melting in one single wood",[145,146,147,148],"Dear, poor, Jackie has come for you","“I love you, you'll love me soon","I'll choke you, chop you away","Taking what’s mine and love the same insane”",{"title":150,"paras":151},"The Woman in the Melting Wood",[152,153,154],"Oh, how the wood loved them that evening! Jackie walked step by step with her beloved’s hand in hers, and the trees bent down to watch them pass – the trees, the dear trees, so polite, so kind! – softening at their edges like candles in a warm room, running together, melting into one single wood that had no beginning and no end.","He was so quiet. He had always been the quiet sort; it was why she had chosen him. “I love you,” she told him, “will you love me too?” and when he did not answer she laughed, because she knew, she knew, that he only wished to be asked again. And every step that led away from the village – away from the lit windows, away from the voices calling her name – was only a step nearer home.","\u003Cem>From the Parish Gazette, the third of November.\u003C\u002Fem> It is our sad duty to report that Miss J–, of Mill Lane, whose nervous condition had for some months been a matter of concern to her family and to the Reverend, was discovered at first light by woodcutters in the clearing beyond the churchyard. She was chaperoned by the severed head of a young man whose affections she had long pursued, and who had, by every account, firmly declined them. She was rocking it gently, the men report, and singing to it a lullaby, and she asked them, most politely, not to wake him. Her neighbours say they had watched her walking that road for a long time – long before All Souls.",{"slug":156,"title":157,"art":158,"ratio":159,"stanzas":160,"tale":186},"the-monster","The Monster","\u002Fimages\u002Ftracks\u002Fthe-monster.svg",1.0362,[161,166,171,176,181,183],[162,163,164,165],"He feels his heart is rot","He sees the flames above","He knows no other tongues","Hate to love, misery ‘n bones",[167,168,169,170],"He feels he’s crushing to pieces","He hears no more laughter","He knows the time has come","He says goodbye, prepare to die",[172,173,174,175],"They feast on you, “Monster!”","No dead should come alive","Speaking the only tongue they know","Destroying all that is unknown",[177,178,179,180],"He feels memories coming back","He hears wolves starting to bark","He knows the time is close to end","He...",[172,173,174,182],"Destroying everything that is unknown",[177,178,184,185],"He knows the time is closer to end","He says goodbye to Life once again",{"title":187,"paras":188},"The Twice-Buried",[189,190,191],"I was not born, but woken; and the first thing I knew of the world was the light of their torches. I did not know the word for Fire, nor for Hatred, nor for the name they flung at me across the frozen square, but I learned all three in that single hour, forevermore engraved. Theirs was the only tongue they troubled to teach me. I listened in it for laughter, and found none; for mercy, and found none; for any word at all that was not a hymn of destruction towards the unknown.","Now the wolves are calling in the hills, and with their voices something comes back to me that I cannot place: a warm room, a woman singing, a life I wore before this patchwork body was stitched about me – before the grave – before the worms. I think that I have died before. I think that I have said goodbye before, on some other night, to some other crowd, and that they burned then what they could not bear to look upon, as they will burn it now.","Let them come, with their Torches and their Reason. Let them, like so many Glaucons, agree whole-empty-heartedly with the grotesque caricature they have made of Socrates. The heart they fear rotted long ago in my breast, and a dead thing, my friends, may die as often as it is asked.",[193,197,201],{"name":194,"role":195,"photo":196},"Marian","Bass Guitar, Synths, Lyrics, Concepts, Production","\u002Fimages\u002Fband\u002Fvoodoo-marian-2",{"name":198,"role":199,"photo":200},"Mauro","Guitars, Vocals, Orchestrations, Programming, Production","\u002Fimages\u002Fband\u002Fvoodoo-mauro-2",{"name":202,"role":203,"photo":204},"Valerio","Guitars, Drums","\u002Fimages\u002Fband\u002Fvoodoo-valerio-2",[206,207,208,209,210,211],"A Concept by Marian Pugliese and the Voodoo Child Cross","Lead Vocals by Sam Gavin-Pitt","Additional Piano by Lotta Keitilä","Produced and Performed by Mauro Garau and Marian Pugliese","Recorded and Mixed by Mauro Garau","Mastered by Dan Swanö at [Unisound](https:\u002F\u002Fwww.unisound.se\u002F)",[213,216,219,222],{"label":214,"href":215},"Instagram","https:\u002F\u002Fwww.instagram.com\u002Fvoodoowaltz",{"label":217,"href":218},"Facebook","https:\u002F\u002Fwww.facebook.com\u002Fvoodoowaltz",{"label":220,"href":221},"YouTube","https:\u002F\u002Fwww.youtube.com\u002Fvoodoowaltzmusic",{"label":223,"href":224},"Bandcamp","https:\u002F\u002Fvoodoowaltz.bandcamp.com",[226,228,230,232,236,238,241,244,247,248,250,252,255,256,258,260,263,264,266,268,270,272],{"kind":227,"id":227},"cover",{"kind":229,"id":229},"programme",{"kind":231,"id":231},"story",{"kind":233,"id":234,"track":235},"ast","abra-kadabra-ast",0,{"kind":237,"id":28,"track":235},"art",{"kind":239,"id":240,"track":235},"tale","abra-kadabra-tale",{"kind":242,"id":243,"track":235},"lyrics","abra-kadabra-lyrics",{"kind":233,"id":245,"track":246},"black-vodka-ast",1,{"kind":237,"id":78,"track":246},{"kind":239,"id":249,"track":246},"black-vodka-tale",{"kind":242,"id":251,"track":246},"black-vodka-lyrics",{"kind":233,"id":253,"track":254},"the-tale-of-jackies-misfortune-ast",2,{"kind":237,"id":119,"track":254},{"kind":239,"id":257,"track":254},"the-tale-of-jackies-misfortune-tale",{"kind":242,"id":259,"track":254},"the-tale-of-jackies-misfortune-lyrics",{"kind":233,"id":261,"track":262},"the-monster-ast",3,{"kind":237,"id":156,"track":262},{"kind":239,"id":265,"track":262},"the-monster-tale",{"kind":242,"id":267,"track":262},"the-monster-lyrics",{"kind":269,"id":269},"performers",{"kind":271,"id":271},"credits",{"kind":273,"id":273},"back",1792537432296]