Pöls - Instinto

  

  Pöls are a diy punk band from Barcelona who impressed at the tail end of 2020 with a debut album titled Agrieta el asfalto. They return today with the title track from their sophomore lp instinto.

 

  They play a kind of mid tempo melodic punk that will remind many of you of my favourite Spanish band, Accidente. The lyrics are in their native tongue but that doesn't matter, the songs are so catchy you can't help being drawn in. The album's up for pre order on limited version white vinyl with black/green splatter (shipping at the end of this month) from Discos Enfermos  https://discosenfermospunk.bandcamp.com/album/de-105-p-ls-instinto-lp but if you want to avail yourselves of the name your price download go here : https://pols.bandcamp.com/album/instinto

  As I said, this is the title track, it's called Instinto...

Construimos esas inmensas torres, fortalezas de metal! Equipamos nuestros corazones, convirtiéndolos en máquinas que nunca se cansaran! Y negando nuestra naturaleza, sucumbiendo al control! Persiguiendo la imposible meta, agotado nuestro instinto intercambiado por confort. ¿Y esque no ves, que no tiene sentido querer ser, un ente supremo entre paredes de carne y piel, que no encontraras placer separándote, de lo que te motiva ser? Y bloqueamos nuestros sentimientos, tecnodiseño emocional! Encerradas en nuestro propio mundo, hacemos juicios de valor que nos impiden avanzar! Y paralizadxs por el miedo, al día de tu final! Eres incapaz de darte cuenta que todo lo que necesitas va contigo allá donde vas! Que todo lo que necesitas va contigo allá donde vas! ¿Y esque no ves, que no tiene sentido querer ser, un ente supremo entre paredes de carne y piel, que no encontraras placer separándote, de lo que te motiva ser?

(We build those huge towers, metal fortresses! We equip our hearts, turning them into machines that will never tire! And denying our nature, succumbing to control! Chasing the impossible goal, exhausted our instinct exchanged for comfort. And is it that you don't see, that it doesn't make sense to want to be, a supreme entity between walls of flesh and skin, that you won't find pleasure separating yourself from what motivates you to be? And we block our feelings, emotional technodesign! Locked in our own world, we make value judgments that prevent us from moving forward! And paralyzed by fear, the day of your end! You are unable to realize that everything you need goes with you wherever you go! That everything you need goes with you wherever you go! And is it that you don't see, that it doesn't make sense to want to be)