By José Gandue @spinning zone

There is a misconception among some musicians that making pop music is easy. And the truth is that, besides being prejudiced, the concept is wrong. That is why the vast majority of projects that seek popularity with tired and unsubstantiated arguments fail. We cannot confuse pop with corniness, naiveté, stupidity, or what is disposable. At this point, making good POP music, which has all the elements to reach the masses, to make the recordings become anthems in the memory of the listeners, That they remain in the memory of the listener, not as an annoying repetition, but rather as that small pleasure that is emitted again and again in our brain and in our mouth, is the work of masters. And teachers. That's why we need to listen very carefully. Putting on makeup in bed, the first solo album by the Argentinian artist Juliana Gattas.

This flawless 8-song compilation is a joint effort between Gattas and the Chilean musician and producer Alex Anwandter,and it's done in a Disco music style, with a fine selection of electronic sounds, careful crafting of melodies, and careful attention to the vocal mixing, always surrounded by reverberations that enhance its powerful intonation and give it an air of mystery that works perfectly. Hear Made up… It's like going back to the seventies, to the times of Donna Summer, alongside Giorgio Moroder, With all the technological tools we have in recording studios, in 2024. It's an album made to be celebrated from beginning to end, without resorting to guilty pleasures, and rather assuming the certainty that There are brilliant artists who know how to give us genuine joy and the desire to dance, without ever losing sight of the objective of maintaining constant respect for the attentive audience. 

Juliana Gattas, a popular figure for her participation in the band Miranda!, has decided to take the leap to solo at a good time, and has shown that he knows how to read the signs of our times, with exquisite dance tunes, and lyrics of captivating construction:

They always ask me
What does it feel like to cry from the peak of happiness?
Nobody notices
How lonely can a night be when you're wearing makeup in bed?
I want you to know who I am the next morning, love (Love)
I don't even know who I am anymore (Who am I)

Here, a little over half an hour of intelligent fun, which rightly claims, the good meaning of the word POP.