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Salvador Cresta : Membrana de Tortuga Gitana (ARG,2009)****
"I make that album around november/december 2009... I try to sound like my mind, and my mind is a collage (and it´s not "mine")...
There´s "lyrics" about the mystery of the sky in the night; around minute 04:00, that song: it´s midnight and i´m sitting in a kind of taxi; it´s a black, obscure route in the mountains of Córdoba; it´s supposses that i got to go to the city, but something takes control of my body and i say to the driver: "LET ME RIGHT HERE", and it´s a black, obscure night and the trees and the stars and the moon and there is no one around there and i feel something very powerful running inside of me... I´m alone but i´m not alone.
And there´s "lyrics" about no have a "physical home" whit a roof and a bed, around 07:00... "I find a free hotel whit a huge giant bed of grass"...
And there´s lyrics AGAINST THE CITIES: (09:30) "Cities lies to you whit aerosol food"
"Cities lies to you whit horror movies in your living room, they want FEAR for you"
"Cities lies to you, they say: The Light is electric and you have to pay for it"
"Cities lies to you and they put the CRYSTAL HOLLY WATER in a bottle and then throw shit in the rivers and now you got to buy that funny little plastic bottle whitout his ancient power"
"Cities lie to you, they say: Accept the violence like an ordinary sucess in your life; kill your brother and make damage to other people, it´s not a weird thing, it just happens"...
Well, that kind of things appears in the collage of images that flows down my hair, inside that strange balloon whit eyes and a mouth...
It´s all recorded whit an old notebook and the old cheap microphone that i use to record from the beguinning (that´s records that i send you in the 2005)... "
"Estoy viviendo en el campo, en un pueblito diminuto rodeado de árboles y montes; me dedico al "Constante Recreo" llevando una vida sin manejar dinero en efectivo. Creo que situarse al márgen del sistema sin participar de él, es la única manera de ser felices. Llegó el momento de acabar con los relojes; no pueden seguir dominando nuestra vida."
Just listen to the story in music, a collage with lots of song happenings, built up like a large musical poem with lyrics and music, guitar themes, with sing-along voices with theatrical strength, filmic actions, arrangements with toy organ keyboards and serious keyboards, background collages of media (television) and story enfolding environmental settings of experiences interfering with the song, including the interference expression of a desperate delirium version of “foxy lady” describing the situation of a failed setting of temptation. Not sure what happened, it listens like an artful drama.