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Angel's Breath (1994)

Ovaj album predstavlja nastavak mog rada u borbi protiv primitivizma u današnjoj kulturi, koji je uzeo maha uglavnom zbog nemilosrdnih političkih igara moći, koje su prouzrokovale sveopšte udaljavanje od spiritualnog. - Milan Mladenović (1958-1994)

01. Praia do ventu eternu 
02. 40 seconds of love 
03. Metak
04. Assassino
05. Aplauzi 
06. Ogledalo 
07. Courage III
08. Čaura 
09. Crv
10. Madalena 
11. Velvet 

Angel's Breath su:

Mitar Subotić - klavijature 
Milan Mladenović - glas, gitara, truba, harmonika 
João Parahyba - perkusije
Fabio Golfetti - gitara 
Taciana Barros - glavni savetnik 
Marisa Orth - glas 
Madalena - glas

Snimano u Wah Wah studiju, Sao Paulo, Brazil, leto 1994.





The project Dah Anđela (Angel's Breath) featuring Milan Mladenović (at the time leader of the band Ekatarina Velika), Mitar Subotić "Suba" and Goran Vejvoda was formed in 1985. The three started writing material that had been performed at several concerts in Belgrade. However, due to the individual obligations of the project members, the band ceased to exist. In the early 1990s, Subotić had moved to São Paulo, Brazil where he continued working as a musician and a producer.

During the spring of 1994, Milan Mladenović went to São Paulo to join Subotić in order to reactivate the Angel's Breath project, and record the material that had previously been written. The two with Brazilian musicians Fabio Golfetti (guitar), João Parahyba (percussion), Madalena (backing vocals), Marisa Orth (backing vocals), Taciana Barros (counselor supreme) recorded the album Angel's Breath released by Imago during the same year. The album featured Subotić as the album producer and keyboard player and Mladenović on lead vocals, guitar, harmonica and trumpet. The song lyrics were entirely written by Mladenović with the exception of the opening track, "Praia Do Ventu Eternu", written by Taciana Barros, and as music authors appear Mladenović, Subotić, Fabio Golfetti and João Parahyba.The album cover was designed by famous comic book artist Zoran Janjetov. About the whole project Milan Mladenović had said: "This album represents a continuation of my work in fighting against primitivism in today's culture, which had taken its toll mostly due to the ruthless political power games, causing an overall departure from the spiritual".

On leaving Brazil, Mladenović went to Paris in order to record a promotional video for the song "Crv" ("The Worm") and then return to Belgrade in order to reactivate his own band Ekatarina Velika. However, the day after the August 24, 1994 performance in Budva at the Pjesma Mediterana festival, Mladenović was held in a hospital, and it was soon discovered that he had pancreatic cancer. A few months later, on November 5, 1994, Milan Mladenović died in Belgrade at the age of 36. Subotić, continued working in Brazil and released a solo album São Paulo Confessions, but a few days after its release, on November 2, 1999, he died in the fire that had caught his studio.







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