We stand on the verge of a heart attack concertil week. Everyone has been coming at a time. And this will be an insufferable Who do you want more? But what is reported now as preludio a esta locura, es más bien todo lo contrario: consecuencia de un proceso de selección natural coronado con una generosa dosis de casualidad. Porque, en realidad, el viernes la idea era ir a ver a Front 242 . Cuando, zas, de repente, por e-correo , aparece súbitamente la acreditación -casi olvidada la solicitud- para ir a Sleepy Sun .
El metro sirve de almohada y se encaminan finalmente los pasos, en compañía del insigne Mr. Late , hacia Moby Dick . Para descubrir, en los apenas 45 minutos vistos de la hora raspadita que tocaron, que, en directo, los californianos dejan en the wonderful diapers - ma non troppo - proposed acid rock of their debut album, Embrace . In fact had the second-not-yet tasted: Fever. But either much things have changed and these people live is infinitely better than their recordings.
Already with Bret Constantine as the sole singer on stage the magic of the group is essentially based on the rhythm, the groove infinite and powerful drummer Brian Tice and low light but delicious tissue with a taste for Jack Allen . In addition to their unique square the circle: to seek Just as the development of some songs which could well have been written on 1967/68/69 ... Psychedelic Rock "but not compressed postmoddrno pop pills? Something. De voracious gaping, in any case. Feel: you can not explain further, you have to enjoy. And get in the middle of a public-rightly given to the core. Spectacular. You'll see one of the best concerts of 2010 according Éstesudiyéi . And Mr. Late , happy life.
will also be on the honor roll of 2010, which took place the next day. Do not hesitate. Here the ditto-the-doubt was whether Miguel Ríos see you on Saturday or Sunday. Randomly chose the first date. And, therefore, unable to attend also Single . Excuse me. Or not. Because it is not so usual excited to tear into a concert for which he writes. Do not forget the emo-nostalgic, with 15 years DJFlow attended the legendary Rock of a summer night with Miguel Rios, Luz Casal Leno. It was the second concert of your life ... and last Leno, of course. Those who, moreover did not see on your mini-reunion a few months ago.
So ... yes: point-melancholic nostalgic component if you want. But then also point splendid vocal fitness and physical King of Rock English. The nearly 3 hours spent on stage. The strength of a band that includes very tight horn section. A Palacio de los Deportes -full of fans with a desatadísima Massiel included. Musical intelligence, and emotionally to find a structure of concert repertoire and some arrangements similar to those of the legendary Rock & Ríos : Note that the applause, screams and thunderous fists were achieved in most Welcome, Year 2000 scrotumtightening or version-ays, tear- ways of living, a duet with Rosendo Mercado.
course: employees. The worst: a Jorge Salán that unsuccessfully tried to emulate the very Salvador Domínguez and ended looking more like the lank hair, the little voice postureo and a Mario Vaquero . Or how bad it feels to sing Eva Amaral South of Granada. Outweigh the privileged throat - for when M-Clan dissolve and mounted a cover band? - of Carlos Tarque in Santa Lucia . Or the scandalous-good-hand in hand Granada between Miguel and Jose Ignacio - Lapido , clear- in the blind spot. My mother. As it was, Lua Rios - Gold Lake - could have sung the beautiful song he composed dad instead of dreadful death A horse named ... in which it was not bad, indeed.
Rivers tops without throats invited Everything arrived -llantina-lung, New wave -emotion, "Blues Bus -chill-and Rocanrol boomerang, pure power. After several encores of book, with more than decent Bye, bye Rivers -all on stage, and the Ode to Joy ended the dream - Dream space, a personal favorite, also failed, by the way- and one wondered why leave the road when you are so above. But the real crux of the matter came half an hour earlier. After the usual stimulus / response between eeeeh rock! s aaaaah! s and oooh! Move s of your hips, the question hung in the environment irreparably: Where were you in 82?
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