By the Zonagirante.com team @spinning zone
Ati Lane – Fear, love and life
Her name is Solange Santa Cruz, she's Peruvian, and her music transports us to landscapes shaped by the desert and the open road. Her songs possess a haunting melancholy that surprises and then envelops the listener, because in that succession of laments, anyone can find comfort. This EP, barely 15 minutes long, takes it upon itself, second by second, to occupy every bit of the surface of the hearts that witness its song. Added to this are guitars that sound like a combination of Ry Cooder and T Bone Burnett's work, accompanied by a bass that relentlessly pounds the listener's chest. What we hear on this album brings to mind such disparate acts as The Cowboy Junkies and Mazzy Star. Here's a hidden gem that deserves to be discovered soon in this part of the world. Definitely recommended.
Clara Cava – Bleach
Here's another gem to appreciate. Hailing from Buenos Aires, this artist boasts a playful and captivating voice, whose instrumental sounds navigate diverse waters such as soul, pop, trap, and R&B, always managing to liven up any space and inevitably inviting movement. What's most interesting is her unique use of these influences, without falling into genre clichés. Here, without straying from the goal of reaching the masses, there is courage in the way the mission is undertaken and the audience is seduced., What makes this proposal so compelling is its elegant way of breaking the rules, understanding how her predecessors did their work, but also how she deviates from the path, forging her own unique language. We have no doubt that this Argentinian artist's work has every chance of becoming a global phenomenon.
Luminescence – If time stops in my room.
We return to Peru to listen to the last release of the day. It's Brunella Odar's turn, who presents us with a compilation of six tracks that some specialized journalists will surely label as "dream pop." Here we find recordings of expansive reverberations and vocals blended seamlessly with the resonance produced by keyboards and ethereal strings, and where, more than songs, We are faced with poems built in a darkness so strong that it never ceases to be attractive. This is music for your headphones, to be enjoyed personally, to be assimilated intrinsically, perhaps apart from the rest of humanity for only the twenty-six minutes that this exhibition lasts, hopefully returning to the world that touches us in a more sensitive way.