Soloist: Hair Maduro (Peru)
Among others, there is a kind of criticism that I hate: that exalts supposed values \u200b\u200bof an artistic work only for their national origin author. Giving praise to the hard Play Pedro Suarez Vertiz only because the singer is Peruvian, for example, indicates a terrible fact: that the commentator who ran the text of analysis is an obtuse chauvinism, because it has preferred to superimpose the patriotic home of former leader Arena Hash before the aesthetic character of the musical work in question (which, incidentally, is so poor and even stupid, that invites the sleep out of boredom or fanatical hatred against rock mass.) So, with this warning in the middle, I point out, dear reader / listener, the words that I will devote the last album of Hair Maduro (and those of the previous texts discharged to the production of various compatriots) are not driven by a blind impulse for my flag, but my personal appreciation of the achievements of noted creators. Hair
Maduro is inexhaustible. When I was very young, back in the early 80's, was part of the group Narcosis, which has become over time a classic of underground rock Peru. In Narcosis hit him hard on drums and, because of her hair that defied the law of gravity, earned the nickname "hair." Along with Luis "Wicho" Garcia (now vocalist Mar de Copas) and Fernando "Pup" Vial, executed punk anthems that rebels were the delight of his contemporaries and, even now, is still singing a reunion of the mentioned band. Later, in the 90's, Hair headed "The League of sleep", a group wave circulating in the pop, tropical winks and most honest rock guitars. "The league's Dream" released three albums, two of which were well received, with videos broadcast by MTV and radio singles rotating. Earlier this decade, Hair emigrated to Spain and in the country, released their first album as a soloist, Shipwreck City, which, in the song "Our secret" shared microphone Joaquín Sabina. And now, what I think is more studded fruit, presented to the public "Do not be saved."
"No te salves" is ultimately an intimate work. Whoever wants to find dance hits, lightweight love songs or mere tinkering sound, then give him some advice: stay away. "No te salves" is a gateway to the melancholy contemplation of a mirror sincere and heartbreaking. Their sound, a complex elegance, invites the absorption of the lyrics as if they were perverse remedies, instead of healing, aggravate heart disease. "No te salves" is set to the confusion, the chaos of feelings and the reasons for the end only get the dubious certainty that nothing can grab or retain, or even yourself.
's songs "Do not be saved" are mostly the same level, which marks an excellent quality. However, there are some that stand out for their intensity or the intricacies of your bill. Among the first, pointed to "Amiga" and "Deportation." With a simple battery and an electric guitar riffs in "Amiga" the confessional mode voice sings: "friend, I do not want to lie / I want you to know everything / you have a very clear what is here / girlfriend, do not have to pretend / we as many times / you're really stuck inside me. " It is thus clear that in this relationship more than friendship. Perhaps love, perhaps the passion, or perhaps both, causes the linkage of these characters, of which the male, at a time of explosive candor, revealing his feelings crossed. Accompanied by acoustic strings in "Deportation" the lyric says: "in the office Lucifer / sealed papers / with duties / fell at your feet / like a true blind / you are looking for deep / cool and horondo / no more courage / or luggage or the strength of this sun / no more procrastination / or perfidy / I seek deportation. " This is a very contemporary migration issues. Anyone could say that it is a very trite, but hair does not fall into the commonplace: Plain language avoids literalism. Based on simple but effective metaphors, is about the feelings of being subject to the decision of a superior being, evil, sadness and resignation, and that implies a similar context. Now, among the intricate songs composed, are the following: "Time" and "Romance and Sex Addict." Favoring the bass tones, and mixing it with the drums and vocals elastic hair seems to mark a milestone in its existence, as loose as follows: "it's time to go a little further / set the zero point at the end / draw the path the immensity /'s time to kiss without stopping / love with white depth / join in a natural mantra. " You mean a fresh start personal? Hair only knows. In "Romance and Sex Addict," keyboards are building a weird expectation that, like the bombing of light, are solved with guitar distortions that invite debauchery the body. The letter could not be more furrowed image: "I will give you the heart / under a shower of sawdust / and pain / also disappear from here / you are the twelve in my watch / vampire in Lima April / beautiful wise lover / mi life is with you. " With these words, which operate by way of poetic portraits, hair is building the unique history of a romantic and sentimental a nymphomaniac, which make up a couple, at least in appearance, bear the burden of attraction and repulsion in a single link.
Well, dear reader / listener, do you think perhaps that the praise for Hair Maduro is should only nationality who share with me? If your answer is yes, then I'll say the following: I am not happy or proud to be Peruvian hair (it is not interest me at all that detail.) But what excites me and until I get a lesson in life is that he is an artist committed to his art, who has worked tirelessly in the development of aesthetics and, finally, has reached a higher goal: the achievement of a musical product outstanding.
Among others, there is a kind of criticism that I hate: that exalts supposed values \u200b\u200bof an artistic work only for their national origin author. Giving praise to the hard Play Pedro Suarez Vertiz only because the singer is Peruvian, for example, indicates a terrible fact: that the commentator who ran the text of analysis is an obtuse chauvinism, because it has preferred to superimpose the patriotic home of former leader Arena Hash before the aesthetic character of the musical work in question (which, incidentally, is so poor and even stupid, that invites the sleep out of boredom or fanatical hatred against rock mass.) So, with this warning in the middle, I point out, dear reader / listener, the words that I will devote the last album of Hair Maduro (and those of the previous texts discharged to the production of various compatriots) are not driven by a blind impulse for my flag, but my personal appreciation of the achievements of noted creators. Hair
Maduro is inexhaustible. When I was very young, back in the early 80's, was part of the group Narcosis, which has become over time a classic of underground rock Peru. In Narcosis hit him hard on drums and, because of her hair that defied the law of gravity, earned the nickname "hair." Along with Luis "Wicho" Garcia (now vocalist Mar de Copas) and Fernando "Pup" Vial, executed punk anthems that rebels were the delight of his contemporaries and, even now, is still singing a reunion of the mentioned band. Later, in the 90's, Hair headed "The League of sleep", a group wave circulating in the pop, tropical winks and most honest rock guitars. "The league's Dream" released three albums, two of which were well received, with videos broadcast by MTV and radio singles rotating. Earlier this decade, Hair emigrated to Spain and in the country, released their first album as a soloist, Shipwreck City, which, in the song "Our secret" shared microphone Joaquín Sabina. And now, what I think is more studded fruit, presented to the public "Do not be saved."
"No te salves" is ultimately an intimate work. Whoever wants to find dance hits, lightweight love songs or mere tinkering sound, then give him some advice: stay away. "No te salves" is a gateway to the melancholy contemplation of a mirror sincere and heartbreaking. Their sound, a complex elegance, invites the absorption of the lyrics as if they were perverse remedies, instead of healing, aggravate heart disease. "No te salves" is set to the confusion, the chaos of feelings and the reasons for the end only get the dubious certainty that nothing can grab or retain, or even yourself.
's songs "Do not be saved" are mostly the same level, which marks an excellent quality. However, there are some that stand out for their intensity or the intricacies of your bill. Among the first, pointed to "Amiga" and "Deportation." With a simple battery and an electric guitar riffs in "Amiga" the confessional mode voice sings: "friend, I do not want to lie / I want you to know everything / you have a very clear what is here / girlfriend, do not have to pretend / we as many times / you're really stuck inside me. " It is thus clear that in this relationship more than friendship. Perhaps love, perhaps the passion, or perhaps both, causes the linkage of these characters, of which the male, at a time of explosive candor, revealing his feelings crossed. Accompanied by acoustic strings in "Deportation" the lyric says: "in the office Lucifer / sealed papers / with duties / fell at your feet / like a true blind / you are looking for deep / cool and horondo / no more courage / or luggage or the strength of this sun / no more procrastination / or perfidy / I seek deportation. " This is a very contemporary migration issues. Anyone could say that it is a very trite, but hair does not fall into the commonplace: Plain language avoids literalism. Based on simple but effective metaphors, is about the feelings of being subject to the decision of a superior being, evil, sadness and resignation, and that implies a similar context. Now, among the intricate songs composed, are the following: "Time" and "Romance and Sex Addict." Favoring the bass tones, and mixing it with the drums and vocals elastic hair seems to mark a milestone in its existence, as loose as follows: "it's time to go a little further / set the zero point at the end / draw the path the immensity /'s time to kiss without stopping / love with white depth / join in a natural mantra. " You mean a fresh start personal? Hair only knows. In "Romance and Sex Addict," keyboards are building a weird expectation that, like the bombing of light, are solved with guitar distortions that invite debauchery the body. The letter could not be more furrowed image: "I will give you the heart / under a shower of sawdust / and pain / also disappear from here / you are the twelve in my watch / vampire in Lima April / beautiful wise lover / mi life is with you. " With these words, which operate by way of poetic portraits, hair is building the unique history of a romantic and sentimental a nymphomaniac, which make up a couple, at least in appearance, bear the burden of attraction and repulsion in a single link.
Well, dear reader / listener, do you think perhaps that the praise for Hair Maduro is should only nationality who share with me? If your answer is yes, then I'll say the following: I am not happy or proud to be Peruvian hair (it is not interest me at all that detail.) But what excites me and until I get a lesson in life is that he is an artist committed to his art, who has worked tirelessly in the development of aesthetics and, finally, has reached a higher goal: the achievement of a musical product outstanding.
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