Review of ‘Carne con patatas’, the new album by Los Zigarros

Since its very creation, the Valencian band has chosen to define itself through the invocation of the gears that vehemently shake classic rock and roll. But like every path, also the one undertaken by the brothers Ovidi and Álvaro Tormo has found new and unprecedented destinations in the form of an album, “Meat with potatoes”, which functions as an organic and spontaneous treatise while displaying a surprising eclectic condition.

A sound expansion that corresponds and completes with a lyrical contribution of corrosive irony that serves as a fresco of a society delivered to the dogma of consumerist faith. Ingredients that conspire to celebrate an intense and fascinating maneuver at the inaugural “Usual paths”capable of combining stoner with the traces of Triana with insulting naturalness, and which is enough to sign his most punk representation to date, an adrenaline-inducing “I am not your enemy”a visceral scream confronted with social cainism.

Even the most melodic contributions – be it the subtle folk tradition of “I need a beer” or the playful rhythm’n’blues characteristic of Randy Newman perceptible in “The global strike”– fester the boredom of a daily life devoured by its own monsters. A landscape that reproduces agile and kaleidoscopic, advancing between vitriolic riffs sponsored by The Kinks or setting its compass in New Orleans, until reaching its culmination in “The hornet’s nest”, a whole symphony of burlesque soul that accurately exemplifies the lack of prejudice and a theatrical interpretation that gives the album a unique and attractive personality.

The Zigarros They have managed to sign their best work to date as a result of renouncing any type of generic grid until they dynamite their borders. A boldness rewarded with an imaginative and incisive portrait of manners where his colorful musical sense photographs the gray cloak that covers a present fueled by hatred and ideological viscera. A diagnosis for which they prescribe, as the only possible force of opposition, love and rock and roll, two different words that, however, here represent the same liberating feeling.