Prenderse Fuego - Nocturna
Buenos Aires is a tinderbox, a path of regressing souls, with poverty knocking on the streets, in the air, in the wrists of many thoughts, with decay advancing and inhabiting every misunderstanding.
There's a band that visits all this and more with its scratchy arena of voices, noises, sounds, winking at the gothic steam coming out of every manhole with a song that is a storm, with no handbrakes, a vehement and tested machine of reflection within a night in which eternity presents itself by sinking everything but leaving a couple united in pain. They are Post-Punk gushes, scratchy and stinging thanks to a swampy guitar, Coldwave pops up like a shadow with a puny, heavenly synth. The voice is a sandpaper that generates mudslides, a magnificent doing that conquers among the clouds of a reverberation that leans on the hours that glorify the end...
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