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Rock in Spanish, 2008. Some lists.

Yes, I know, the picture that heads this post is horrible and betrays my no talent for combining colors. But, hell!, I felt that something must make way and I can not figure a better idea to use the paint, and committing such visual swinishness. Anyway.

Well, this year, with regard to rock in English, has given us some unforgettable albums others, not many, to forget. I would have liked to review each of the sound works that passed through my hands (and ears), but due to lack of time, laziness, the lack of enthusiasm and a long list, I have not done. However, I promise that 2009 will try to keep up on the circumstances, and try to give an occasional word productions they deserve.

First, I want to talk about the rock of my country, Peru. Amid a flurry of publications record, which sometimes features more enthusiasm than talent, there have been three albums that caught my attention. And are: Queen Pastrula

- Rafo Ráez
already commented, so I will not say much about it. It is a great album. One of the best he has done Rafo. Listening is almost as mandatory for the music lover like smoking a good herb for the addict.

not save yourself - Hair Madueño
I do not have much faith in hair. Although league dream made notable songs, their albums were too irregular. His first solo production seemed mediocre. So I thought it would only be Madueño remembered for his participation in Narcosis. But wow, I was wrong. Do not save yourself a good job. With an intimate atmosphere, Hair has wonderful pieces. I hope to save yourself is not the first brick in building a solid and attractive work.

Today more than yesterday - Catervas
Although it has gone a bit unnoticed by the media, today more than ever is an album that deserves a wide circulation, it enjoys a very high quality. I'm surprised that, despite the youth of the musicians Catervas, they are able to draw teen-themed lyrics, but with well crafted melodies and, above all, a restraint or mild relaxation that invites contemplation.

Although not exactly rock, I would also indicate the excellent work on your hard Bareto Cumbia, which, incidentally, has received a positive review in this blog.

However, in regard to what is done in other places where people speak English, I note that some countries have very active rock, which, for that reason, have led to considerable quality discs. Enter these countries, we have to Argentina, Mexico and Spain. Unfortunately, until very recently, there was much exchange of experiences and work among the rock groups from these places. However, thanks to blogs, which you can download all kinds of discs, and English latinoamaericanos we are hearing (and knowing) more easily. And this is good news.

Well, then, without any order hierarchy, list the foreign disks that I think the most important this year to be:

Reptilectric - Zoé

Ronroneando - Mr Chinarro

The manifest disaster - Nacho Vegas

Extended Solar - Moenia

One morning - Luis Alberto Spineta

light rhythm - Los Fabulosos Cadillacs

Smoke and Mirrors - The dwarf nun

Unplugged - Julieta Venegas

45 - Jaguars

I do not know if Buenos Aires or Madrid - Fito Paez

Macho de monte suit - Cienfue

Your upper lip - Christina Rosenvinge

Babasónicos - Much
River
folder - Aterciopelados

Airbag - Alto disk

I hope that if things go well, you can type in the months following some statements about these works, which, some more than others, I recommend listening pleasure as objects .

However, in regard to written publications (in both the conventional and digital mode) related to the rock, I think those who have excelled indicated: Excellent
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Peruvian magazine displaying feather truly talented. Some of his texts are not only well written, but are even literary gems. Another interesting detail: there is a sly humor that runs through the season and to make exquisite. Freak out


Although not let me write in this magazine-which caused me some discomfort that I put out beer and rock-and respect its quality and I recommend it as required reading for any music lover. I should note that his strong point is its review of records. Mr Chicken


blog that specializes in rock of the peninsula and, with great discretion, make good recommendations.


tibu Blog at dawn collecting Peruvian rock productions of decades past. The interesting thing about this blog is that sometimes hangs albums from other musical genres, showing an open musical taste different manifestations. You will hear

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Peruvian your voice is a sort of window to extranejero country rock production. Wash your ears

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masked to which I have to thank a thousand times for the hundreds of albums I've gotten from them. The daily review of this blog is an absolute necessity for any lover of good music.

Regarding the most moving and happy indeed linked to the rock, is the fall and improving Charly García. I know that for many (who usually only know the musician for his tantrums or the refrain "I'm green") Charly García is unbearable. But to me that Argentina is a musical genius, and above all, is the author of the soundtrack of my adolescence and distant. Their songs are my sentimental education that forever be grateful. Hopefully, then, that Charly health continue to keep creating songs with such feature that I love: tender, melancholic and emotional.

Well, to close this account, it only remains to name the most attractive list: that of the worst albums of the year. And the winners are:

Helville De Luxe - Bunbury
I've dedicated a post, and therefore not calificaré more than two words: lamentable fiasco.

stage fright - Beto Cuevas
This record is so bad that, after listening stoically a dozen of times, I said: "I hope Bob is a victim of stage fright and never again sing or write anymore."



*** I arrived at the end. I wish, dear reader / listener, this list is a sort of invitation to try to get the disks mentioned. Well that is the goal of this blog: to generate interest or curiosity about the great rock in English. And I hope, at least minimally, to have taken hold on you.

Happy New Year.

July Meza

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Yesterday I saw the president cumbia dancing in front of Government House .

And I began to wonder: do we really have been so bad to vote for Humala?

say, so to speak.

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"only needed a toast: to Arturo
the bohemian
pure-hearted and big head
He stated that without Ambassy
only
ambition ... steal inspiration to sadness " (*)

And what speak in your blog?
do not mean anything. Just write.
But what you write, then?
anything. Anything and everything. Say you do not follow a predefined topic. I do not want to. I do not want to be a political blog that makes me tired politics and because they are always gurus, I will not be a law blog that depresses me right, I do not want to be a sports blog that that I have it in another side. I just want ... writing.
Puta, I think that until the cheese. If you do not communicate something, then do not write, just babble. If you're not going to play a particular topic is as if you did not do anything, just are in the cargamontón. You are one more steeped in mediocrity.
What happens is that maybe you can not understand that what I need and get the simple pleasure of writing. I mean, I do not want to be a reference of opinion or anything like that. What I want is to write. The blog is my block of notes. And I have it because I was born from eggs that my block of notes is a blog. And if you do not like, then do not leas.Aparte, I have to get me to talk about music or politics just because some people would seem that if you have a blog and do not speak four nonsense as if you were a connoisseur, actually you are losing time.

...

If.

I just want to write. When the left and right agree and head to the keyboard, writing alone. I do not know if it is a force somewhere down key but ... that good I feel. In my way, my only ambition is totally ethereal, and it seems that it is also, only, inspiration to steal things.

So you can call me Arthur "if you please and you can go to hell with your comments.

say, so to speak.

(*) Excerpt from "The toast of bohemian Guillermo Aguirre Fierro.

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Disco: Queen Pastrula (2008)

Soloist: Rafo Ráez (Peru)
There
a terrible problem in Peru with respect to current rock. And that problem is ignorance. If you, dear reader / listener, you stop at Jiron de la Union, a pedestrian street where hundreds pass or, rather, thousands of individuals per hour, and questions at first unaware, as a sociological institution pollster, the best young Peruvian rock, it is likely that the interviewee, very loose bone and the security of who sets out an irrefutable truth, say: Gianmarco or at best, Pedro Suarez Vertiz. Why is this happening? Why should so few possibilities for answers? And, finally, what is the reason why we, the Peruvians have a taste as doubtful, to say the least? As well, in my opinion, the main culprits are the media, which reduces the musical choices to a handful of perpetrators of crap sound, and, acting in the manner of the worst dictators, cast into oblivion or into exile to the real talents accusing the underground, difficult or even unpleasant. Why communicators take the privilege of choosing from the masses? Why not act more transparently and distribute all the cards in the game-that is, each and every one of the paths used by different musicians, and wait for the public, guided for mere intuition or aesthetic preference, choose the hand that will be discussed in the world of musical preferences? I do not know. May have economic interests behind. Maybe (which is most likely) have just plain stupidity on their heads. And then this nonsense that keeps in perpetual ignorance to the public which, hopefully in the supposed good initiative from the media, choose only from what is offered them, and believe in a kind of cultural blindness that the world contemporary rock is so basic and grotesque as the aforementioned offering and Pedro Suarez Vertiz Gianmarco.

But you, dear reader / listener I wonder then: what are the other alternatives in the current Peruvian rock? Well I'll tell you that for a long stretch of time, it is no secret under unbroken key, but still fails the explosion of popularity and recognition his work deserves. And the artist in question is Rafo Ráez.

Rafo is true that no work has a consistent quality. In its constant search for new sounds, sometimes dropped in the dark pit of failed disk. An example of this is his penultimate work, Chasqui Change, in which, for trying to master the keys, designed songs that skirt the abyss of horrible. However, if we do the addition and subtraction, we get a result positive in regard to what was done by Ráez. This has been the architect of record as round as Suicide of 16, The Madman and the Dirty, Mud Fish (co-authored with the splendid poet José Watanabe), and this summit is the gift melodious.

Rafo But the best is not alone in the past. Well, in line with the above records, a few weeks ago released the Pastrula Queen, who, no doubt, is one of the best products of the year not only in Peru but also throughout the English-speaking world .

With an unprecedented sounds, ranging from the playful to the lawless and violent, and go through the tender, raving and reflective Ráez has composed a mix of melodies and rhythms that come, at times, and a bewildering flow at peak of genius rarely found in our sound habitat. And I repeat: I am not talking about the perfectly simple and talented. I note, without any hyperbole involved, which La Reina Pastrula Rafo bordering on exceptional. And this, esteemed reader / listener should be celebrated with palms, liquor and lots of rock and roll.

But let's get the details.

parts Pastrula Queen are like jewels in a box of chocolate, choose the one that always picked you'll get the jackpot. Underline first the instrumental: King Kong Palace and Fire. King Kong Palace is a jazz composition and attempts a gangster and solemn atmosphere between between celebratory and melancholy. Fire, on the other hand, is Andean winds (more precisely, Ayacucho) and closely resembles a minefield of Hearts, an electric guitar riffs in Rafo presented Suicide 16. Fire, which is a morbid sadness, plunges the listener into the plain unfathomable loneliness. It seems to me like a gun trigger depression. In R. Pastrula there is also reflection on the national. This is in White and Red, which, aligning different vocal layers, the voice says, 'I'm Peruvian / red, white, red / passion, calm, passion. This, then, a beautiful analogy between the colors of the flag and the characteristics of the Peruvian. My Gordita find joy and good humor, connected with a dance beat that would delight any regular at club or other place of entertainment. He says the lyrics: I love her and want to eat / I love her and I have / always close to mine for fornication / near me always to talk. Funny, right? For romantics, Ráez Lovers Fire plays with power, thanks to tension syncopated guitar and drums, draw very sensual impulses that dominate the love and the push concretions the wildest dreams of pleasure. Ráez says: You want to kiss / you want to drink / you want to think / lovers Fire / are given one to one / there are one to two. The couple pursued an impossible unity until, in the disordered and demented way, reach extinction offered crackling flames. And the genius? Where's the genius? If this wish, dear reader / listener, as I invite you to pay attention to Gardener Village. In a beautiful crescendo, this song seems aimed to penetrate the soul of the listener and dominate for a few minutes until he recalled the Platonic world of ideas. Gardener Village is the vicissitudes sumun Music Ráez this disk, then, with a simplicity that moves and disturbs, makes a speech lyrical confused and wonder as the dream of thrilling romp opium or soft after the perfect love. A breakdown of the lyrics: Village Gardener is clearly the thing / the spine is the sister of the rose / is not a sacrifice / the earth is dying / will be a real gardener / if I die.

you continue, then, dear reader / listener, preferring or Pedro Suarez Vertiz Gianmarco? Will you continue to believe that the rock is limited as indicated by our communicators obtuse (for the others, the intelligent, there are also, but, unfortunately, are few and endangered)? Will you think that Pedro Suarez Vertiz is our Bob Dylan, as James once said that excellent Bayli-political journalist, but bad and worse writer, art critic? Please I hope you change your mind and give it a chance Rafo Ráez, who, surely, will not disappoint you and that after appreciate it, will not consider in any way as our national Bob Dylan, but proud and definitely as our one and only Rafo Ráez. July

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Disco: Chinese Stories for Children of Japan (2007)

Group: Love of Lesbian (Spain)

Today, in the distant motherland pop is a very interesting move. With delicate and harmonious sounds, some groups you are blowing a new spirit to the traditional folk music. However, in this part of world-Latin America-is largely unknown what happens in Spain. On radio or television, only gives too commercial space projects (eg Oreja de Van Gogh) and even stupid (there you go, dear reader / listener, Alejadro Sanz and Enrique Iglesias). Across the pond, there are creators so interesting, I think, should obtain a greater distribution in these parts. Here, they come to know only through personal contacts or, more wide, for the excellent posts of propaganda and criticism (take note of the following: misterpollo.blogspot.com). On this occasion, therefore, talk about one of the protagonists of this new generation of talent: Love of Lesbian. Although

began singing in English, this handful of locals have brought to light a few English albums that make up the last of his great career. A good music lover like you, esteemed reader / listener, should have among its files the following gems: Maneuvers Getting Away (2005) and Chinese Stories for Children of Japan (2007). To me, this latest work is a remarkable aesthetic quality as that from their initial assessment, moves round so addictive and generates a need to sound. Chinese Tales songs for children of Japan are not simple structures of light and tender melodies. The style that prevails between these tracks goes beyond the mere realization of a product pleasing to the ear socket. Achieved in these parts, you can detect a careful job creators who dominate the sound field. With this capability, according to your wishes and aspirations, get clever musical forms, in tones that range from lively to sad and surprising expressive burden for its transparency and, at the same time complexity. Cuentos Chinos

Japanese children start with a piece that has a softness that mesmerizes and attracts. The Universe is infinite, with an acoustic guitar and other devices, provides the correct input for what will be the general atmosphere of the production: a sonic space of happy melancholy. Loose lyric: "Now they say that there are more universes / infinite like ours / tell me if not to go crazy / Do not you feel younger?". Perhaps this is one way of referring to their own creative universe. An intertextual nod opening set. Nights reversible follows the same logic. A soft bottom, with few pretensions, but that appeals effectively. It's like each of the turns almost imperceptible a stepping stone leading to dizzying pleasure of hearing. The voice sings: "If I could turn our nights in endless cycles / could be so easy, it would be spectacular if they were reversible those nights of fire." Mention is made, then, to the impossibility of returning to the past. Immediately after the disc has a interesting transformation, but that does not destroy the overall logic. With Carol for my brother Fernando, Love of Lesbian choose to give a slight change to his style: it accelerates its strings, juggles and makes playful verbal sound. Says the voice in the chorus: "You just find the ruin / and now I begin to react / move my arms as fan blades / me does not matter whether Christmas / flossing make you think circumcision. " The violence is imposed on a broken family relationship due to disagreements. In "I Love You", which is an allegation happy about the excessive self-esteem, we see clearly the virtuous and playful sparks that make this part of Chinese stories for children of Japan. The lyrics detail: "I am a divine being / are to worship / what good luck / love me so much." Apparent self esteem, right? And finally, comment on the song that captivated me: Shiwa. Although not share the rest of the ensemble sound is so charming, driven by his message of peace, I was about to change my religion and float through the calm waters of the simple yet enlightened doctrines. I do not say never, dear reader / listener, so pay attention: perhaps Shiwa, thanks to its round beauty, you can change your life forever.

Well, do you become popular albums as strong as Chinese stories for children in Japan? Will we have to listen to English radio clunkers like David Hasselhoff? "Our Latin American quinceañeras and other females of questionable criteria continue to think that Alejandro Sanz is a great lyricist and stands as the ne plus ultra of the composition in the Iberian Peninsula? Does anyone recognize that the pop of the mother country did not die with your mechanic or the work of Miguel Bosé eighties? Who can save us from the terrible fate that awaits our ears? "Hang the DJs of yore that are governed by the taste (or stupidity) of the majority? "Damn, Chapulin Colorado will come and kill the owners of the big labels idiots? ... Only one thing is certain, then: the world of pleasant sounds are not limited to works of a handful of authors and archibabosos archiconocidos, then dial the horizon, there are more, much more. Dear reader / listener, free yourself, and go after that infinite pleasure.

July Meza

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Disco: Helville De Luxe (2008)

Soloist: Enrique Bunbury (Spain)

Some of my friends, fans of Heroes del Silencio, I had argued that the former lead singer of the group was currently a bad singer. Unsure of those words, I dared to judge for myself the quality songwriter Enrique Bunbury. "I do not get carried away by others' opinions," he said, and got the Helville De Luxe, the latest album by English wig. And, as suspected, dear reader / listener, I heard it immediately, with cravings providing an unquenchable curiosity. Then, after the first experience, cavilo: "Suddenly you need another chance." And, with that reasoning, I got by the ears the music of Bunbury as a dozen times. Finally, exhausted, and the repulsion of the stubbornness that has proven a thousand plagues, I threw up my final verdict: "The Henry this, do not waste your time, and that of his listeners, should spend the rest of his life in more suitable offices for his talent. Maybe accounting or carpentry are right for your life development. "

happens, then, that the Helville De Luxe is an album where he failed to analyze. Her songs lack the boldness less creative, and seem cut by scissors for an author not mediocre, but obviously bad. Not enough to handle a considerable record voice, be dressed in the garb of the fame of the past and also have the backing of a powerful record. No, all that is not enough. To make good music, it requires constant work and a light (say, for most, inspiration) to collect and organize in a remarkable knowledge of the tradition to which one belongs. And that's the big mistake of Bunbury. It seems that not only informed of the highlights in his former band, Héroes del Silencio, and had not tried to accumulate the experiences of other styles. The Luxe Helville sounds like Heroes del Silencio, but at its most bland and boring, and no flash in particular. Comment
separately
lyrics Bunbury is an empty exercise. Each carries a fumble that disgusts and even bitter. As annoying (yes, I say with full: annoying) than someone who was considered a great artist back in the 80 and 90, now no more than the pale shadow of its own shadow. The remaining crumbs of the great feast of music.

"my friends were right?", I think. Yes. Sad but true: Enrique Bunbury is a dreadful songwriter. If you want to check it, acquire the Helville de Luxe, and start thinking from now, what to do with the disc. I give a suggestion: use it to Frisbee.

July

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Disco: I do not know if Buenos Aires or Madrid (2008)

Soloist: Fito Paez (Argentina)

I remember in the 90s when I was in college, I was a lot of my childhood and adolescence in St. Augustine, the ultra conservative school that is located in Lima, in a wealthy neighborhood called San Isidro, when I was in fifth or sixth grade, he commented, there was evidence of me that kept as secret of sentimental value. For example, he never told anyone, not even my closest companions, who was a avid philatelist, with a magnifying glass in between, I spent hours looking at pictures of those tiny pieces of paper which, despite its tiny size, have for connoisseurs immense artistic and monetary estimates. Another of the intimacy that was brought to light my taste for rock music, and above all for the pleasure I woke up delicious melodies Fito Paez. Why should this shame? As an execrable fact. It happened during a performance in San Augustine. A group of stupid and lacking in talent, awkwardly clutching musical instruments, performed the worst version I've heard from Mariposa Technicolor. In the chorus, showing a palpable idiocy, these kids, instead of repeating the title of the song, shouting loudly: "Fito Paez is a bastard!". That was true or not this phrase was not important. The problem lay in that, since then, in the vast area of \u200b\u200bSan Agustín, was sentenced to any listener into exile Páez and mockery all over treacherous.

Currently, the matter amuses me, of course. But at the time I created a huge concern. If, driven by an outburst, reveals my hidden pleasure by the talent of Rosario, would pay dearly for my boldness, so that it hid it until my last evening in this detestable school. But luckily, life always gives revenge. And these days, that joy full of my freedoms, I can scream half a world that, after Spinetta and Charly García, and with Cerati Andrés Calamaro, Fito Paez I think is one of the great artists gauchos I appreciate most. For this reason, every time the composer has a new album, I enjoy hearing endlessly and also celebrated as the arrival of a new hope in a dull life.

The album has come to my hands I do not know if it's called Buenos Aires or Madrid. As some know, there is a product of study, but the live recording of some of the most notable of Fito. If anything binds them is the aesthetics shaped by the low number of instrumental resources. As in the case of his penultimate work, Rodolfo, this time there are songs that are accompanied only by the vibrant harmonies of a grand piano. Meeting another constant also, and feverish response from the public. When I hear such a concert, I conclude the following: a good singer is one that arouses passions with one or two hits, but with dozens or perhaps hundreds of songs that their fans enjoy and know so similar to religious front of mystical prayer.

I do not know if Buenos Aires or Madrid opens beautifully with 11 and 6. Fito acclaim and respectable, with a clear voice and melodic keys, release: "In a coffee were accidentally / tired in the souls of the walking ...." It is the tender story of a couple of children who enjoy the love and freedom in a moving and unorthodox. Later heard her classic love after love. With an unusual opening, Fito bankruptcy blues by adding a lot more melancholy piano, "Love after / love maybe / it looks like this ray of sunshine ...." Is there anything better than the experience of love after love? In my view, and guided by the lyrics of this song, we just really love when love comes after another. Have I used too many times the word love, no? Well, is that in recent days, by a mere desire dramatist, I have given to that term around so inexplicable and, in turn, love is beautiful. Then the surprise of the album: You, The Beatles original, sung by Fito and that Madrid's hoarse throat and sharp verb. Goes the refrain: "And you die if you kill / and kill you if you die / for love / when it dies kills / it loves to kill / never die." Tangled but accurate. That play on words carries a poetic truth that I have seen in more than one occasion. Piano keys with a joyful, Dar is giving is sung by Fito and who makes music in a bar for happy drunks. "Dar es dar / and do not mark the cards / just go," said Fito, and in this way so simple, but profound, positive hailed the release in its various hues. And finally, Mariposa Technicolor in its umpteenth version, however, still fascinates the listeners and this sad commentary.

Well, is there still a little boy who, through fear or shame, is unwilling to make their musical tastes? I hope not. Because, if there is anything that under In my experience, gives pleasure, is to shout from the rooftops the joy they give us certain works of art. This is what motivates me, for example, to keep writing these texts, and screaming, without fear that I am a music lover who ENJOY Fito Paez, like so many other songwriters. I said. July

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Album: Cumbia (2008)

Group: Bareto (Peru)

I put the disc Cumbia, Bareto and animal as if a force born of my body, I stand and start to dance, delivered to the joy of the sounds of the jungle and a sort of psychedelic reading of the most sensual. ***



uproot my criticism with a blunt statement: Bareto is one of the great Peruvian revelations so far in the decade of 2000. At the risk of being rejected by their beauty, because in our country is privileged too lyrical and belittles the audio-only groups, launched a project in its early stages, showed a basically Anglo-Saxon influence. However, in their statements to the press and in one piece in particular, the heat-giving and overtones of his interest in music mixed, ie the art of the West more melodic old picked up by our peers, reworked and presented with characteristics, new and mixed. Cumbia

With his latest album, Bareto far has managed to bring this concern to the Andean jungle and tropical styles. Undoubtedly, the end of your search result was stunning: his pieces are masterfully executed classic rhythms, arrangements that take hold of both the saxophone and the guitar Huancayo sharper and fast-paced, furious drum beats that stand out an atmosphere which, in its old version, tried to silence the violence of this instrument, and shouting happily celebrating in every musical climax, the passion of doing a harmonious combination of sounds exciting.

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dancing with a joy I still had not felt for a long. However, some want to stop my enjoyment: I am without a partner and, in this kind of trance-events close to the orgiastic dance performances, "it requires a companion voluptuous and captivating nature. While moving, then take the package of Cumbia and meticulously observed. Indoors, there is a queen among flowers grows gigantic, rattling their generous meat and beating his thick hair to achieve the most innocent male tension. ***



Although all parts of Cumbia are remarkable, I note with particular emphasis on the segment devoted to Juaneco and his combo. In Vacilando with ayahuasca, I find a guitar, played with a talent that starts, pushing the piece to a frenzy of madness. Since my grandmother has died is more relaxed, but not devoid of important details: the winds blow a force that causes foot shudder even to hard as a table. Then, in Women spinner and A Feast of St. John, the guitar again be emphasized: guide the pace at a speed that worries and joy, which surrounds and submit a determinant. A separate brightness is the handling of the chorus: are carnivalesque power spread. Juaneco away for style and his combo, but included in the same genre, I'm provincial, Santa Chacalón original, is a jewel of musical mishmash: Andean winds, and bordering the reggae percussion, creates a melodic atmosphere, gentle and relaxed, which invites the careful assessment of the notes and the nostalgia for the homeland left behind. Crying was de Los Kjarkas, is played with a motivating speed, led by strong winds, as if speaking to radicalism, seem to challenge the seasoned dancers to try to pursue his feverish beat. ***



Now I am not alone in a beautiful real money, the woman inside the disk is shaken with his body close to mine, her hips swaying in a spirit burning, and I, who, at this point circumstances I lost my shyness and property, including trembling and hesitant gestures, on one hand and touch it curious that trembles and throbs, these packages dazzle me and get me and I plunge into the mad passion, lust rite happy and free obstacles. "Oh, my wild fantasy, I think, given the pure movement.



*** Finally, I have to say Bareto has not only achieved an excellent record. With its deep eclecticism, has been linked to certain sectors representative of the capital, Lima, as college students, the habitues of Barranco and a handful of followers from different backgrounds, with more distant circles of the mountains and forest. Mestizaje, tell the result. And in a country with so many different bloodlines, should be celebrated. How? For listening to Cumbia Bareto and flapping in the wobbles of a jungle released. That is the highest praise for this excellent disc. Bareto, let's go party in San Juan!

July Meza

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Disco:? (2007)

Group: Bersuit Vergarabat (Argentina)

With an embarrassment bordering on physical discomfort, I must confess that, on the subject in which I want to specialize as critic-the Latin American rock, "do not drive a culture so broad that it covers my whole universe of observation. Despite this shortcoming, there is a detail that might absolve me of the terrible guilt, my thirst for knowledge. Each new person I meet, I ask about their musical tastes and, more accurately, on his possession of rock albums in English. This method, however, gives me a drastic increase in my previous notions of the subject matter. But even if you do not believe me, dear reader / listener has allowed me to hear, among a number of groups-trash, an occasional gem worth rescuing, cleaning and display for public appreciation. This week, for example, while he was trapped in the drafting de un documento jurídico -me desempeño en el área de asesoría legal de un ministerio-, escuché a lo lejos, es decir, a unos diez metros de distancia de mi escritorio, unas melodías que no caían en el facilismo de la sencillez pop, sino que lucían un mar de movimientos sonoros que me dejó pensativo por un momento. “Caray”, me dije. “¿Qué grupo es ese?”. Dejando mis labores a un costado, me acerqué al compañero que lanzaba desde su computador aquellas piezas musicales que me habían hipnotizado.

-Dime, ¿qué bandas en castellano te vacilan? -le inquirí.

-A mí solo me gusta una -me respondió el compañero, con Security gesture disconcerting.

"And what is that? Bersuit Vergarabat-

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And I felt like I had gotten an accurate right hand on the chin, I was totally unaware of that group. However, with the help of my partner, I entered this strange but beautiful world that is the work of Bersuit Vergarabat.

course not bore you, dear reader / listener, with the detailed account of my experience with each of the records of that band. As usual in my reviews, I only refer to the latest studio production. In this case, fortunately, I will set my mind on a regular work quality, which, despite its ups and downs gives very good light of current capacity, but above all the latent potential of Bersuit Vergarabat.

? is the name of the job. In general, we can say this is an ambitious project. What we have proposed the members of Bersuit Vergarabat is to find their way into the crucible of forms. Do not stop at a single sound, but rather experiment with a multitude of possibilities. Play? is to open the ears of so dissimilar rhythms such as cumbia, rock, Murga, electronics, ballads and much more.

? begins with Laten Bolas. Starting with disco, guitars assembled a sonic layer of great strength. Meanwhile, the voice of fire: "I I do not believe in luck / or mistake or accident / mandates only see / that lie unconscious / hands that bind you or you cut the legs or the desire is sterile / mystery than ever .... " Does testosterone leitmotiv of man? Apparently that's what I try to tell the Bersuit Vergarabat. Driving a lively pace, with some drums that refer to the murga and a voice with punk airs on My life is sung as follows: "I refuse to have a cell / like a dog who does not want her necklace / is that the world I do not want to leave to find / and control another did not make us good / that's how we learned to love .... " Detailed here, therefore, hobbies and other characteristics the song builds character. Character who, incidentally, is identified with a number of very specific tastes. More rockers dyes, Rebellion is a cry against the unhealthy environment. The singer said: "Millions low / painful patches / all we're missing a piece / teeth clenched or always angry / slaves of the results ...." Perhaps this is due to the disenchantment with a life unbearable and upset. Romanticona ballad with brushstrokes, Luna is a beautiful love song of the night to the satellite. The lyrics, which moves in its simplicity and tenderness, reads: "The moon is pure beauty of an impossible perfection / load an ancient light that can not bear / God knows the recipe for a good animal love / and invites the man to drink when it is full .... " Does the moon as a determining influence on the actions of men? Who knows, because if it is true that governs the fluctuations of the sea, why not a brave man? Finally, for me it's the jewel of the album: The milkman. With an inviting atmosphere of fun and pure enjoyment of humor, letters Held: "... Try mayonnaise or a bun to dance on the table / any brash / stunt pit / waterfall, rubbed, nalgales massage ..." . The milk is then sex server, with joy and shame, offers their diverse talents to a crowd of need (I) of spiritual love and affection corporeal.

What is a good or bad record? It is a recommended. And, too, is an excellent way to enter the rich universe of Versuit Bergarabat.

And continue asking so and so what are you hearing now? Yes, of course. And, above all, I have very clean ears to find here and there, under a tree or behind a door, a good rock album in English.

Can Someone Fake A Grand Mal Seizure

Disco: A Morning (2008)

Soloist: Luis Alberto Spinetta (Argentina)

Who am I to criticize the sound of one last piece of the geniuses of contemporary music? From a more optimistic outlook, against Luis Alberto Spinetta, myself is nothing but an ant counterfeit. Or perhaps worse yet: a protozoan moribund mire. And I can think of more drastic examples, but I think what I'm trying to say is well understood: I am nobody to Spinetta. However, I have to declare a bold impudent, as employ my humble pen to comment on a morning, interesting production shows that, to rock the good, sometimes it requires an advanced age and unquenchable fighting spirit.

a very general way, I can say that a week is confined within the jazzy features that Spinetta has been dyeing his last works. However, there are moments that are beyond the rule, for and achieve lofty peaks, which recognizes an unprecedented genius. Undoubtedly, this work is a further demonstration that this monster is still Spinetta super evolved that reigns in this world is amazing that the Argentine rock.

Bring on the details.

The album begins as a knock on the door: a battery strikes demanding close attention. It is the beggar, who does not show anything new in the recent universe Spinetta, but nor detracts from their accomplishments. While the background is a harmonious conflict between the piano and drums, the voice sings, in an intricate verbal development: "... your love was not predictable at last / when he left / and hid from your eyes / your eyes star / in the storm .... " Spinetta's lyrics leave no doubt: it is one of the most elaborate of the rock in English. Later, in a style that scatters elegance is not to say. With a steely guitar riffs excruciating, Spinetta release: "Although the sun will not mean that harbors have no more cold / And if the moon is covered does not mean you do not have their light / every day is the morning naked and your heart in a hurry .... " Spinetta The trend is to use features jazz to accompany his lyrics that are manufacturing high precision and resonance. Then the sun Hydra is in a close to what the Argentine musician employed in the 70's: with an acoustic guitar, voice trembling and debated among log variations, ranging from fine breaks, until just slightly hoarse. The lyrics sung: "Oh, my love / tell me when the sun burns / with my hands I'll breeze for no / oh, tell me whether I play or without the dreams of harmony does not occur ...." With traces of mounting tension, Man of Light is perhaps the most unique piece. It consists of a sound atmosphere that tries to recreate the vacuum of outer space. The voice sings, cold tone, "Man of light fly into space / show me the path to the sun / I want to be there / fly ..." Cool, huh? To close, the brushwork Spinetta jazz again, and drop a transparent letters, which falls into the realm of the erotic: "Your eyes wander sad / getting in the shadows / as the night shelter, love / I will go to your room / y in your sky I will meet / I'll miss your lips / to dream. " Is heard, then a Spinetta to celebrate with joy the pleasures of the flesh. And so lewd, puts an end to a week, his latest album.

Well, I can only ask you, dear reader / listener, if I was at the height of Spinetta. Of course I have no illusions. I'm happy to say that I embraced her ankle and, from my deep smallness, I noticed the gleam in the eyes of the giant, old, great Argentine musician who is set to the live shows that despite and precisely because of their nearly sixty years, the spirit of an older man can still flourish. And what a way!

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Hurt Neck Sore Joints

Disco: Unplugged (2008)

Soloist: Julieta Venegas (Mexico)

My closest friends ask me what you see? And I answer: his melancholy eyes, his body as delicate as a feather in the wind. And they insist: but do not find very thin, very flat? And I add: no. For me, close to perfection. It is as drawn by my emotional needs. It is the closest to my ideal. And they continue: but perhaps you know her? Suddenly a girl is undesirable. A vulgar that is more annoying than stone in the shoe. And I would argue: No. That never. His songs are so tender that I am sure, start with an interior of the same nature. I have no doubt that she is light and, through his music, sheds light. And they finally agree: you're in love to the core. And I notice, and will remain until the end of time.

Who talked? Of course, my darling Julieta Venegas, who only weeks ago, has presented its latest production, MTV Unplugged, which has started the most divided opinions and, in my trench rock critic, I am obliged to defend it ... sorry , a comment from the more neutral perspective. Let's start

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The disk in question starts with lemon and salt, a piece that gave him title to his previous work. The sound that takes this song on the unplugged gives an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat will be the rest of the work. A neat work strings, winds measured, a sharp and precise xylophone, and drums so stylized that only provides vibrating cymbals and snare of soft rumble. Some details that make electric versions of salon music. A real joy for the ears. But as usual, unplugged over there highs and lows. In my opinion, among the highlights is Andar Conmigo, Julieta Venegas summarizes very clearly and briefly. Says, before starting to sing: "This song is a song that continues to direct and sincere love for those who feel and know when they can not change. " No need to give further explanation. Another outstanding track is one day. With a sound very playful curtain, where the focus is on flute, which seems huge jump between flowers, loose voice: "Someday maybe / I can tell you something / it is important / something done with wisdom ... meanwhile we are all in the same train / mistakes / and stepping wrong. " "Recognition of his youth and, therefore, his inexperience? Of course. Despite being a rock star with a reputation that is projected throughout the English-speaking world, knows he still has not accumulated a deep knowledge of things. In this self-analysis is not easily reached, as the ego of an artist, as usual oversized, prevents and nullifies. And who has done it, you have concluded that they will not have sharp ideas to offer, is a sign of intelligence. And finally, a piece specially sensitized me, and that, therefore, from my point of view escapes the common denominator is this: Illusion. Duetting with Marisa Montes, and ethereal string accompaniment, Juliet sings: "For it / did not know what to do / why I left / I do not know / I just know that I was / I did everything I wanted / why not let me try / to make her happy. " Who has ever sung a letter like that? Like most people, me too I was somebody. Why? Taking the words of Juliet, the only thing I can say is: I only know that I was. And point out

lows Venegas disk? No, no way. I leave that to its detractors. To my eyes and ears, she always has been, is and will be a chimerical beauty, an object of my giddy love. For someone who makes his poetic tenderness not only deserves admiration, but also love. And that's what does Julieta Venegas: your audience's unconditional love.

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Clubwear Fashion Europa

part: Draft Four (2008)

Soloist: Murakami (Peru)

few days ago, a person X, specialist commentary on rock and a critical view that respect, I gave a couple of ideas that left me bewildered.

"You know, in July, I think you should take care of your writing. Sometimes you fall into trouble repetitive and unnecessary.

"How?" He said. "Does that mean that my language is confusing? Did not let me understand? ". Well, I think that is not true, because I've always written with a clarity that even the obvious sins, not mean this to disparage my readers, as they know very well that I have never concocted a phrase simplistic purposes. In my opinion, the prose that employment is somewhere between the simple and cryptic. And, if I have understood, then I shall speak with transparency in the following words: lkajdad kljadhla uihvxkc lmanrwe ja ja ja!. Easy, right? I think anyone can decipher what I wrote.

"And besides, Julio, you do rock groups in commercial English.

"And is it true?" He asked and then a few seconds of meditation, concluded: "I've always thought I look and dug up under the rocks of what is made in Latin America and Spain to make my criticisms, I must sadly accept that this statement is true. " For bands and solo artists that come on my blog have some fame. However, not so I gave flowers to each of my objects of criticism. As far as possible I tried to go by certain parameters to release the corresponding adjectives. And sometimes, they have been unwelcome and even mocking, when the musical product so worthwhile.

But now, going against the tide of this last comment of the person X, not a composer speak underground, but an under-underground (if that be the end, of course).

was 2004, and I, between pulled, heartache and feverish night readings, was the law faculty of Catholic University. At that time, I think I played General Contracts, with a teacher who prefer to appoint so loving, so Reverend bastard. Without any doubt, that class I suffered at sea. First, because it was dictated after lunch, and in that time frame, I only sleep in the comfortable furniture in my room. And second, because the contracts attached to the idiot dogma of economic analysis of law turn out to be something scary: they reduce the universe to the law of the most profitable and less profitable. So Reverend motherfucker, do when you give a touch to your child or you sleep with your wife think in the most profitable? Finally, the fact is that in the midst of this chaos academic, I met a wig named Caesar. He was what I always envied, a man relaxed and without remorse. And that pleased me so much I decided to follow in his footsteps, I also began to miss school, and I was surprised when I disapproved with an embarrassing zero five.

"At least you put five points," he said Caesar, when we compared our notes. I got two.
"Well, what the fuck. Change the subject.
"Okay.
"You know, recently I saw a book of poetry. Do you happen to write?
-No. I compose and sing. I have my reggae band called The Mole.
"Oh gosh. Good. And tell me, how do you reconcile the law with the music?
"It's easy: do not study.

then I applied a technique academic suicide. However, despite expectations-that is, that will pull a course three times and kicked out of a Catholic-kick, she graduated on time, and managed to become a graduate student in my school. Regarding the musical aspect, Caesar has left the reggae, and, hidden in his own music studio, under the pseudonym Murakami, composes pop songs that owe much to the present aspect of English groups (Family, El Niño Gusano The Good Life and a sharp etc.). His pieces have air between melancholy and harsh. They surround layers of electronic sound and produced a strange feeling: the listener is left with the desire to enjoy more of this style addictive. I recommend you, dear reader / listener, that give you a tour of his My Space (www.myspace.com / peterquistgardyelsindicatodepiratas ), and enjoy the great songs of my friend Neil.

And well, you comment or not comment nonprofit groups? Apparently, this time, I made an exception and I have given a boy showcase that while classrooms shared with me, also dominates the musical aesthetic and deserves a chance in the world of rock. And on the other hand, dear reader / listener, have you easily read this comment? Or have you noticed some bumps on my garbled syntax make my paragraphs? If so, and think like the person X should better my book-format, then I suggest you give a look at my following explanation, clear as spring water: lsjkfhgsldkjf lsfjkslkgjs peowit'ñaslfkg kajdal, cha cha cha!

July

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