(Catalogue no. 16198)
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| Title: |
Azalberritan |
| Artist: |
Akauzazte |
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Label: |
Compania de Suenos Ilimitada |
| Format: |
CD |
| Price: |
€ 11.50 |
Mp3 samples: none
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Title Description:
Recorded and mixed in the Matadero (classic squat in Azkoitia), produced by Amanita and published by Compania de Suenos Ilimitada. Made to be listened at a loud volume.
These are times of confusion: conflicts, injustice, poverty, supremacy of money, global warming, environmental pollution, destruction of mother nature, our senses overwhelmed with too much information and images. There are neither electrified fences nor watchtowers in our concentration camp, but we are
prisoners nevertheless: Orwell, Ballard and Burroughs had already warned us about it.
In the midst of such a pandemonium we find a group of craftsmen called Akauzazte, a group of musicians who have been forging their unique style for more than ten years now. A style that keeps out of commercial considerations, trends or musical schools. A style in which modernity and primitivism join hands. A style that bears no resemblance to anything which has recently been done in the Basque Country or in the
rest of Spain. Akauzazte are used to walking through hardly trodden paths: they are nomads in the middle of their desert crossing, workers who have created their own concept of music, always faithful to their way of thinking, fearless of being shunned, ostracised or ignored by critics and audience alike.
The music of Akauzazte is cut in stone and wrapped in rough and wrinkled layers. Its sides are irregular, splintered and sharp. It smells like burning tyre and melting plastic. The music of Akauzazte requires an active listening process on the part of the listener: the songs impose their own rules, they are neither
pleasant nor easy to listen to, an effort has to be made in order to reach their epicentre. The music of Akauzazte is like the murmur of industrial cities at dawn; like the silence of a huge concrete, steel and glass skyscraper; like the lava flowing down the hill that devastates (slow but inexorably) everything it
finds; like those fears that lurk in our collective subconscious only to emerge in our nightmares; like all the hate, anger and passion that we have in our tiny hearts. Oscar Ruiz Font
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