Phildel is a British singer-songwriter from London. Her name is a composite of her Chinese father and Irish mother's names – Philip and Della.
At the age of nine, Phildel's mother married a strictly religious Muslim. Her name, religion, lifestyle, and dress-code were forcibly changed, and all of her personal possessions were taken from her. Music became a forbidden evil within the household, meaning no radio, no CD player, and no piano. She was renamed Zara. For the next decade Phildel was treated as a servant within her home. However, Phildel spent lunchtimes with sympathetic music teachers and the school piano, at the girls' day school in Barnet (Queen Elizabeth's School for Girls). The school became a refuge in which she could write and play her own compositions. She eventually ran away from home at age 17 to escape her home-life and follow her dreams.
She soon purchased a second-hand computer and some music demo software packages and began putting together her first home-demo. Within a short while, it attracted the attention of Roger Watson (a former Chrysalis Music MD), and his support of her music led to collaborations with Spike MaClaren at Massive Attack's studio and Sam Dixon (known for his collaborations with many artists including KT Tunstall and Duffy's 'Rockferry' album).
Waste of flesh
Oh, holy priest, the mighty lord
Will give you strength to rape them all
The punishment the last you get
Will cut your face and steal your breath
Vile We Dwell
These morals cut the play
Is it justice you are crying for
Ok, lets rape the holy whore
With gleamy steel I'll wide your holes
For setting free the holy ghost
Vile We Dwell
I wish them hell
To feces they fell
Vile
Waste of flesh
Assassin of the virgin bride
Lets get in contact with my knife
Please come to me you bloody tool
I'll break your neck you broken fool
Vile We Dwell
These morals cut the play
Mass murders I'll await you fine
Preparing for your sacred shrine
Your tan i'll cut your bones I'll clean
To build your new reality
Vile We Dwell
I wish them hell
To feces they fell
Vile We Dwell
Unworthy for the gift of life
Marched on poisoned, fucked up soil
Infects the soul, cursed the goal
These visions now will crush us all
Vile We Dwell
I wish them hell
To feces they fell
No need to tell