By José Gandue @spinning zone
Has anyone told these Peruvian adults, looking like he'd been on many stages and platforms, enjoyed good beer for years, and had noticeable calluses on his hands from playing his instruments so much, That, as some experts addressing the younger generations claim, rock and roll is dead and there's nothing to be done? Surely the members of this Lima quintet called Garage Cat, Former members of bands from their city's underground scene, such as Espirales, Eructo Maldonado, Atómica, Bajo Presión, Klaustro, Se Busca, QEPD Carreño, Amnistía Política, Crimentales, Voz Propia, Los Criollos, Manganzoides, Ira de Dios, Tres al Hilo, Los Protones, and Taberna77, will have heard that obsolescence speech many times, in which they are told that their message and their sound are outdated and no longer move anyone. From what we can see, Luckily they didn't listen to those discouraging speeches and got together to release an album with the force of a truck that silences even the most stubborn of hipsters.
Here are eight songs, guitar players to the core, with a deep, agile howl and a way with words, With a blend of punk, hardcore, and rock and roll from memorable eras, and hints of western and country music (which provide a sweet aroma and respite for ears unaccustomed to this powerful noise that pounds from beginning to end). The voice of their singer, Gustavo Medina, evokes memories with his extremely deep and raspy vocals., Special moments from Spanish rock legends, such as German Coppini (Siniestro Total) and Jorge Martínez (Los Ilegales). Medina's vocal style perfectly suits his lyrics, verses brimming with speed, misadventures, vertigo, and sordid barroom romances. An example of this can be found in the album's second track, his song... Tirana:
She was very passionate at night.
But now I touch her and she's indifferent
If I talk about something, she smiles at me.
He takes a selfie with us and contradicts me.
like a goddess, from the shopping mall
He's spent all my savings
alcohol, Chinese tea, and amphetamines
In the mornings I am his butler
and in the afternoons I work as a driver,
flirts with friends and enemies
I can no longer find the jewelry I inherited
I see her in the bathtub, I don't care about anything.
He always convinces me, I'm beyond help.
If I don't worship her, I'll burn in hell.
In short, we have received a pleasant surprise from Peru: eight tunes from an undeniably powerful group that uses its experience to properly revive, neglected musical styles that have always deserved, and will always deserve, to be present in the soundtracks of rebels and skeptics of ephemeral fashion.
