By José Gandue @spinning zone

Hear to the Colombian band Sonoras Mil It's about embarking on a retrofuturistic adventure. Let me explain: What this group does and plays seems like a psychedelic journey through the seventies in the western part of the country., time in which The best salsa artists in the world performed every weekend. (and, incidentally, the Latin New York of that decade was longed for) and, on the other hand, in an underground way, You could hear the whole hippie vibe coming from the north of the continent, All of that had to merge at some point, and of course, there were experiments and recordings that ended up somewhere, tucked away in the corners of the region's most specialized record collections, but at that time that alchemy didn't prosper as expected. And now, 50 years later, From Pereira, in the heart of the coffee region, through the instruments and voices of Felipe and Mauricio Gómez Ossa and their entire band, This spirit is revived, this time in a solid and contemporary way, mixing rock, Caribbean flavors and sounds, pop, reggae and other unexpected substances. Songs that, if the music market had fair ears (ha!), the audience would be fully embracing, as they deserve. Likewise, setting aside the usual complaints and instead celebrating good music, We have before us a brilliant ten-track album called They say that death died. 

Yes, going back to what we said in the title, This album is the product of a blender of rhythms, where experimentation is always present. And where, fulfilling the premise of making catchy tunes, anything goes and everything is used to achieve the goal. Here, they play with whatever they have, when the opportunity demands it: there are moments of intense guitar distortion, fluctuating keyboards, extreme reverberations, aggressive vocals, And, in the next second, there is an invitation to unbridled revelry, to tropical euphoria, to catchy and sweaty dancing, and to break the boundaries of each musical genre that was used to create such a mixture. This album has moments worthy of local fairs, as can be heard in Mommy (the fourth track), and then, by the scent of an extraterrestrial blues performed in the heart of Colombia called Portable. We can listen Xur Boilers, a slowed-down cumbia that seems to have been concocted with hallucinogenic magic, and then, All knowledge is developed in darkness, a peaceful evening exercise, inviting you to sit away from the hustle and bustle, close your eyes and let time pass without haste. Note, let's not forget that this album begins with two gems that express the magnitude of the fusion intended by the band, so that the public is immediately infected by their message and their enjoyment: They say that death died y They call me mysteries. 

This is a good album full of surprises, interesting twists and turns, and unexpected turns. An album that, we can assume, if it receives the proper promotion, could be heard and celebrated anywhere in the hemisphere and beyond. I can even see those curious Japanese musicologists, the ones with huge collections of vinyl records from all over the world, trying to sing, in their own way:

I flee from myself only to feel that I am reaching you.
The words we said are not the truth.
I am an instant lightning bolt
Deep bows don't bother me.
I don't need distractions
Likewise, I did not understand the forces of goodbye that resonate in my chest
Oh, my heart is running away
Oh, my heart tells me