By José Gandue @spinning zone
To begin, I'll paraphrase a well-known quote from Bart Simpson: Bands allied with Satan are more fun than those that sing to benevolent deities.
Since the time of Elvis, Many of the frightened religious people who have taken refuge in churches and temples around the world repeat in unison a useless warning that exclaims that «"Rock is the music of evil. Beware the hypnotic voodoo rhythm, which provokes a reckless dance down the devil's path to sin and self-destruction, leading young people to eternal damnation in the burning depths of hell.". Since then, young people trapped in this kind of teaching are missing out on the true pleasure of music, due to the whims of misguided parents and repressed (and repressive) pastors. Thanks to Juanes, Ricardo Montaner, and that damned Arjona, the world is becoming increasingly depressing. And what we need is euphoria and happiness all around us.
Now seriously, it's incredible that the Argentinian band Winona Riders have released two albums in the same year, and in all their songs they have confirmed that They are worthy creators of a powerful and inspiring sound. Amidst so much decadent and boring product, comes this group from western Buenos Aires that, with intense guitar riffs, amazing atmospheric textures and outlandish lyrics, They show that rock still has a chance of salvation (I'm not talking about celestial references, don't get confused), There are still vestiges that testify to the survival of the musical genre. There is still breath to stir the emotions of wayward youth who deserve the best possible journey while they remain on this planet. For this reason, we suppose, Winona Riders presents her new album, The sound of ecstasy.
Much of this album is constructed with long, psychotropic, dense, and ultimately fabulous tunes. Don't expect instant radio hits here, simplistic words forming disappointing mantras. Here, expect challenging texts., lyrics to make the innocent pale. This is psychedelia, space rock, shoegaze, stoner, garage, Call it what you will. The label doesn't diminish the experience.
To understand what we are shouting, it would be easy to recommend that the reader take their car and drive along the roads of their country at night., waiting until everything is clear, to turn up the volume, For example, APT (American Pro Trucker), and step on the gas, shouting, with the windows open, «"I live the American way and I don't apologize,", Feeling like you're in an 18-wheeler, ready to smash through any wall in your path. But, knowing that the vast majority of you are at home, on public transport, or sharing whatever elixir lifts your spirits with your loved ones, I simply advise you to close your eyes and forget where you are. and let themselves be carried away by every sacred sound that this recording emits and celebrate being alive to be able to enjoy this impeccable work.
If I may, I'd like to highlight my three favorite moments from this compilation: Dancing to the rhythm of enemy weapons («"Captain, there are no more weapons on the ship/ there's only time for one last dance"»), woven with enveloping strings, supporting arabesque riffs and incessant cowbells: It is also So you like to act like Lou Reed, a catchy Rolling Stones-style composition, one of the shortest on the album. To seal the deal, listen to a seven-minute and fifteen-second tune called Gold and Purple, a mass of the underworld, a hymn to make our resounding altar resound. A piece containing a prayer with the following words:
I bathed in a sea full of LSD and began to babble
Satan appeared in heaven and began to negotiate:
«"I don't want your soul, it doesn't suit me that well,
It's a bit old-fashioned.»
Satan painted me and made me dance in fishnet stockings
And he called his friends so that they would all come and see me.
And I'm on the floor now without my pants
Looking to Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ couldn't stop laughing while sitting in the armchair.
His nose itched and he gave me dirty looks if I didn't dance better.
And on a tray, a little bit of ecstasy
I stopped, I approached
I grabbed the tray and started chopping.
The pill was a golden pentagram with purple
I grabbed a banknote and as fast as I could
I started sniffing
Everyone wondering what will happen
With Satan when he returns
And in less than a second
I started to babble
Winona Riders must be spread, distributed like clamorous seeds that fight against prudishness and repression. In terrible times, the wisest thing to do is to seek rebellious joy, outside the bounds of the conventional and the obvious. These post-adolescents are the rock we need. That's why we agree with this friend, who nailed this truth on Twitter:
My grandfather told me about Gardel and Di Stefano.
My old man told me about Los Redondos and Maradona.
I will tell my children about Winona Ryder and Messi.
— leonine 🕳️ (@leonocampo_) November 3, 2023
