By José Gandue @Gandour
You, dear reader of our page, may belong to the select group of people who are perhaps already bored by sentimental tales. Perhaps due to age, experience, or natural bitterness, love has left you so disillusioned. that as soon as he hears what happened to this couple, she Chilean, he Argentinian, he thinks it's all fabricated, that what they are told will always have a huge side flooded with fiction and that stories like these are only believed by those who followed the adventures of Disney Channel as children or those who still buy pastel-colored cards in Hallmark stores or similar. Believe us, friend, we understand. We've been there hundreds of times. But what they experienced Infinite Ice Cream, (that is, Loreta Neira and Víctor Siete) is real, and it remains, after several years, beautiful. The best proof of this is their second album, The movement of error.
We did a while ago We told them in an interview how they met. In short, a Chilean girl travels to Buenos Aires to study, and meets an Argentinian boy at a concert in La Plata, where he was playing. They fall in love, decide to travel through Latin America, and on the trip, with their personal computers and their acoustic guitars, they record what became their first album. Initially known as Scattered songs, It's a compilation of eight songs, barely half an hour long, where episodes of pop, hip hop, and folk blend together, naturally and calmly setting the mood for the story of a sweet journey and the feelings that remain from that adventure. A year and a half later, now settled in Santiago, the charming, initial home-recorded sound of their first album has evolved., And now they face the second part of their career with a recording that, while more professional, does not lose the candor with which they began. It is noticeable that the experience ceased to be nomadic and that the landscapes described are more constant.
On this occasion, Neira presents richer and more complex melodies in his compositions, and his lyrics are riskier in their construction. There is more time and patience for poetry. That's why magical phrases like the one at the end of his song emerge. Nostalgia («"Nostalgia for nothing is lying/Nostalgia for everything is dying"»), or the sentences with which the theme that gives title to the entire production begins («"The movement of error/ advances in great strides/ When it comes there is nothing left/ but to embrace it until it burns"»).
Here we also observe, an instrumental maturity where the programming of rhythms and the acoustic elements used continue to have a tender compatibility. Home, Perhaps the best song on this album, it is beautiful from beginning to end because of its gentle blend of digital and analog. Secret, The first promotional single appeals to movement and generates a genuine need to dance, without complicating life with outlandish strategies. Oh, The last track on the release takes risks with more elaborate textures to create a melancholy that helps to close the album in a moving way.
The movement of error It is an album that reflects a stationary stability, a fixed headquarters, living under the same long-lasting roof. It reflects the time dedicated to recording in a single location. The result testifies to the space for experimentation, for the consolidation of a sonic intention, and equally, to preserve the freshness of a proposal made with honesty, desire, and heart. It's an exciting work, ready to be heard whenever one suspects that what they call love only belongs to fools or to those who sell us false unicorns from the mainstream media.