The latest indie group of La Plata is like a treat: causes addiction and makes you want to repeat again and again bite the consistency of their songs and enjoy the taste that gives crossing precise rhythmic as flavors. By Luis Paz
Buenos Aires, January 16 (agency NAN-2011) .- Valentine's debut album and the Volcanoes is a treat with some special rare in young rock candymaker Argentina. Play the old walkman white chewable is used equally for the lo-fi and for those accustomed to the FM, but also has a shelf life that makes him more than nougat bar. Despite the obvious, as well as the variety "sweet" when the singer Jo Goyeneche becomes chronicler of friendship (and love as a form of friendship), the album has flashes acids, such as when Jo as narrator accommodates post- output-teen fantasy. The beautiful packaging, also created by them, only needs to specify the ingredients of a record high in sugar, protein, melodies and arrangements vitamin C ideal for carrying in your pocket. It is a pity Rock in the railroad and not sell trade prefer knives and locks.
But if this album is a treat addiction is caused by listening, with the usual increase of dopamine from chocolate to sex, to other goodies such as marijuana and the songs, all candy must untie. And if the album does not end with the repetition of the play - and forgiveness reader cataract referral logical part of that initial idea - is that behind the consistency of the songs displayed a glance, sometimes a cool show and in others only photograph on the conscious procession into adulthood, bringing fantasy into the glove compartment of the mind: Santa Claus, his reindeer, a boy chasing bees, a girl who dances and dies on the dance floor, southern lakes, rocks into the lake, the Jesus global pop star and a closed square that looks like the house someone.
Musically, Valentine and The Volcanoes bet to cross sharp rhythm guitars opaque by a sharpening stone of British cycling, in a plaza in the afternoon and between horns (ie: reverb, distortion, noise, lo-fi dream pop). Climatically, the music could not be more precise for this combo of twelve songs where there are also toasted (thousands), jelly, lightning and immortality, as in a large collage that crosses the erotic child Thanatos adulthood, the first love with the wrong move and the stories of faculty with a trip to Patagonia. All made by Goyeneche, Kosinski guitar, drums Villera Leti (the core of the band), with the help of low Felipe Francisco Gomez and Gaspari, Ro choirs Casimiro Marques, trumpet and Shaman Pablo Herrera Perazzo on the console.
Poetically, Play the old white walkman is rich in a wide spectrum ranging from Class B to classic romance, verse cursed and benevolent, infinite tenderness to denounce evil and a clear self-employed (so original) to tell the truth. "My name is homeless, living waiting. Tonight I'll hitchhike to a hearse and take me to the city of the dead. There will be ideal, eternal paradise, "a passage. "You murdered Santa Clauss, I roasted the old reindeer, other than endless nostalgia. And "I'm an advertisement", other times tremendously forceful letters valentines.
Any student who will begin their second or third year of college in 2011 should spend the summer in the company of this record, remembering through and predicting the remainder to come. Above all to sing, if you had the good fortune a summer break: "All gone, all gone, all except you and me" Hugged your chic @, your dog, your teddy bear or photo of your grandfather died @ @. The combo is life, death and resurrection, and this record is concerned, perhaps unwittingly, to provide a time to every instance of those.
Site: http://www.valentinylosvolcanes.com
MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/valentinylosvolcanes
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