Tuesday, 24 January 2017
Biznaga - Una Ciudad Cualquiera
Some of the best new punk music being released at the moment is emanating from Madrid. Accidente and Rata Negra have featured recently and today I'll be showcasing Biznaga.
Forming in 2011, Biznaga feature Alvaro Garcia (vocals/guitar), Jorge Navarro (bass/backing vocals), Pablo Garnelo (guitar/backing vocals) and Jorge Martinez (Milky) (drums). Introducing themselves in 2012 with a demo ep, they then released a self titled ep the following year before releasing debut full length Centro Dramatico Nacional (2014). You can find those releases here : https://biznaga.bandcamp.com/
Fast forward to the present day and Slovenly Records have just released their new album, it's titled Sentido del Espectaculo (Sense Of Spectacle) and it's already looking as though it'll be featuring highly in my best of 2017 list. You can find more details here : https://slovenly.bandcamp.com/album/biznaga-sentido-del-espect-culo-lp
I played the following song on last night's Just Some Punk Songs show (http://mixlr.com/just-some-punk-songs/showreel/just-some-punk-songs-230117/) and it went down well in the chatroom. From the new album, this is catchy as hell and should be checked out immediately. Una Ciudad Cualquiera (Any City) ....
¿Ves a esos tipos de la esquina?
Ellos te consiguen todo lo que pidas
La soledad es una hermandad
El único amor posible
Fosas comunes, hileras de bloques
Gatos callejeros batiéndose el cobre
Una ciudad tan buena…
Para morir como otra cualquiera.
Una ciudad cualquiera para morir
La chusma enlatada en vagones
Arrastra su cruz al amanecer
Borrachos llorando entre coches
Empuñan armas al revés
Predadores de noche, ejecutivos de día
Y la policía perdonándote la vida
Una ciudad tan buena…
Para morir como otra cualquiera.
Una ciudad cualquiera para morir
Do you see those guys on the corner?
They will get you everything you ask for.
Loneliness is a brotherhood
The only possible love
mass graves , rows of blocks
Stray cats working hard to get by
Such a good city ...
To die like any other else.
Any city to die at
Canned riffraffs in wagons
Drag their cross at sunrise
Crying drunks between cars
Gripping weapons backwards
Predators at night, executives during daytime
And the police sparing your life
Such a good city ...
To die like any other else.
Any city to die at
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Muy profunda y perturbadora. Me encanta!
ReplyDeleteEse aire Kortatu de las primeras épocas. Cojonudos
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