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The return of the King

Art feeds the soul and these four juicy songs live up to that promise. For those of us who have been listening to and admiring them for more than a decade, and even though it is only a little more than 17 minutes long, it is some kind of planetophile aperitif that almost feels like a whole menu.

After creamy parallel projects and a good five years after the last project, Los Planetas, the biggest and most influential band in the history of music in Spanish, has returned to the stage.

I once heard a flamenco artist say: «purism is for Nazis». And that’s what it is, the planetary filter to a rooted Andalusian folklore doesn’t do more than enrich and refine it. J and his buddies always contribute good things to the genre they plan to work with.

The immortal band from Granada transmits emotions as grand as being an Atleti fan, almost inexplicable, unintelligible spheres and orbits, something you have to learn from the cradle, that doesn’t allow going back.

Waiting for their next big disc (which will be really big for sure – like its predecessorsPop or La leyenda del espacio) and after closely listening to it for more than two or three times, the new disc serves as a musical-ideological manifest that proves to be 100% planetense. A sonorous compass that prepares us for and guides us towards the next release of the Andalusians.


El duendecillo verde. «Tu cara anuncia tu patético final» (Your face announces your pathetic end)

Among the five songs of the year.It is the Pesadilla en el parque de atracciones (Nightmare in the amusement park; absolutely my generational hymn for years) from the second decade of the 21st century. And ideal to dedicate it to those fascistic bosses that are responsible for those shitty jobs that more than one of us have had to bear. Also perfect to sing along in the shower, right before going out, or at a festival / concert surrounded by good people with an exquisite taste in music.

Motores de combustión.«Sonreías y me sentía en el cielootravez» (You smiled and I felt like I was in heaven again)

Elephantiasic sonority, cosmic solemnity, inspirations that are reminiscent of Señora de lasalturas.It experiments with a metaphysical crescendo that opens up a magnitude of the size of immortal compositions like La copa de Europa, La cajadeldiablo or the legendary opening guitar chords of El canto del bute.

Estadística.«De 100 dificultadesque el amortienetengoyosuperadas 99 y aunasítú no me quieres» (Of the 100 difficulties that love has, I have overcome 99 and still you don’t love me)

Customary cósmicoflamencoide ballad.Another exemplary arsenal of the quejíos and lamentations that only J’s voice can really break while melting together with Florent’s skill, Eric’s indispensable accompaniment, Banin’s good job and Checopolaco’s joy and talent.

Heroína (bulerías de El torta). «Portipuedoescuchar la luna, entender la noche» (Because of you, I can hear the moon, understand the night)

Nothing but pain made by Planetas, who give that dignity, heroism and curiosity to others’ as well as their own misfortunes.Comparable to the cósmicotranscendentalsongs Santos que yo te pinté, Segundo premio or again El canto del bute. Magical initiation textures that are almost unreal. Fragments that split just like in their enormous collaborations with Enrique Morente.Together with Motores and Estadística, this song completes the jondo triptych sentíodoblefatiguense which momentarily calms our agitation and at the same time leaves us wanting more.