By José Gandue @Gandour
Fran Straube is cruel to her audience. She, too, is cruel to her project. Blond, He is gradually releasing his songs, a couple at a time, to leave all the listeners excited, wanting more. And so he abandons them for months., until he gives them their next helping and they get hooked again, like addicts to a sonic drug that captivates and holds you spellbound for a long time. We've said it before: Fran is one of the most interesting artists on the continent, and not only because she makes great songs that overwhelm us with their fascinating atmosphere: Moreover, his work paves the way. She, like few others, is at the forefront, never missing an opportunity to seduce anyone who listens to her.
Rubio presents an EP simply called I, Continuing the recent custom of using a letter (it was formerly R, then U, and then B), with two themes, Towards the back y Trees. The first song is a delightful expression of deep sound that immediately invites you to dance. But, equally, the recording isn't material made exclusively for the dance floor. It is necessary to listen to Straube's distinctive voice, to which attention must be paid in its variations, in its sudden changes, in the transmission of emotions throughout the broadcast. Then, in Trees, The movement slows down; here the notes try to embrace us., to give us an intimate warmth that is appreciated from the beginning. This is where the voice becomes even more prominent, rising to tones that stir the heart to voluptuous levels. All of this is enveloped in a weight that envelops the listener.
Let's talk about addiction again. We already have a good number of songs by Straube meant to be listened to repeatedly, made to be revered at length. With I, We have our new captivating dose. Here, as we said before, we have been hooked into an exciting submission in the search for musical advancement.
