I will borrow an appreciation of our dear Wences New Vulcan to uncover what will be my humble chronicle of Sant Feliu Fest expected after two years of hiatus: "The Sant Feliu Fest is one of the few festivals where bands are more below than above the stage. " And why has our beloved bassist, because on Saturday August 18 in Port Espai enclosure we saw seven bands and greet as many, many more. That more than a scene, it's a great family, a role model. Congratulations again ganxons and friends TZVR members!
The festival actually began on Thursday 16 in the room with the bands Yankees TZVR Chalk Talk and Everyone Everywhere. The following day, Friday, the organization had prepared a curious performance: a wall painting by artist Ed Trask with inspiring background sound of the orchestra of the winning horse. All audiovisual experience, live pure creativity. We were unable to attend, but thanks to the lovely Carolina goal Click,-that has given us all the pictures that accompany this text, we can get an idea.
On Saturday, at 6 pm but still with a blazing sun, jumped the youngest, Please Wait. Young, very young, especially the battery, which could have as much ... 12 years? To find the influences of this promising trio, and this excites me especially, we must go back a few decades ago. They are sucking punk rock, but I bet you do not averse to emocore or post-hardcore. To understand my point just listen to your presentation topic, 'I want you inside of me', which burst with a string of the guitar and had to start over, by the way. With the look timid, and in all humility, but lashing out with their instruments and desgallitándose force, Sant Feliu trio got the audience in his pocket.
Then rose the French Daria, unknown in these parts but very professional, which made it very clear from the first topic that attacked. Formed in 2000, the Angers practice a melodic rock in the style of Foo fighers, Weezer and Jimmy Eat World, but with a touch more metallic. Impeccable together, however highlighted the singer and guitar thrust Camille, real engine of this combo of the neighboring country. They had played before in the peninsula, specifically at the Hard Rock in Barcelona, years ago, as recalled between songs, but I fear that this bolus in Sant Feliu was far more rewarding. At the end of the bolus, sold and signed many vinyls. Good sign.
Goes without saying that The Red Room was arguably the less I wanted to hear. Something does not fit me, I come, perhaps for the indie pop genre with messages say sometimes extremely sugary. They had several excuses to play at a festival like Sant Feliu Fest: many years in the gap outside the fashions and above all, had recorded with Santi Garcia, also at the controls with his brother Victor of the festival soundboard . Jokes aside, that would deceive you play bad and nothing is further from my intention. Sounded better than good, truth, and compact, rather than solvents, and at some point even came close to earning a staging rather more rock than it could wait. Anyway, do not quote me, is my business, because in the faces of the public could see the buenrollismo and happiness, and that in these times is priceless and is admirable. No objection.
From here, noventero revivalism and seized entirely underground festival. Starting a band whose name freaks me: Office of Future Plans. It's so mysterious, so dark and at the same time, so smart. Behind the project, J. Robbins (Jawbox) and friends. One of the highlights of the day, no doubt. The concert was less to more, from electrical nerve passages tremendistas minded pop, especially from the time when Gordon Withers parked his bizarre cello unceremoniously scratch your guitar. Great find these in the office of the future plans. As Kepone, the next to jump on stage and literally washed away everything, as usual, making all that beautiful wall of sound that threw us track after track look easy. Many of those present expected to Virginia with win, looking forward. Above all, the members of the organization, which stuck ourselves to bring up their land, and seized more so programming a bolus visit the next day in the room with Moksha TZVR and Beach Beach that I have, was even more overwhelming. Surprising to the uninitiated, orgasmic for his followers ever.
The sound of the West Coast came with Seaweed, distant cousins and contemporaries Samiam and All. His melodic punk rock with an emotional point fit great on the poster, and while rubbing the quarantine (if not exceed) showed to be very fit. All face to Randy, a guaranteed party. Too bad this time these Swedish punk rockers the party will stick before jumping on stage and touched lightly injured, leaving a half-issue because the bassist had forgotten how to play and stoppages between songs entirely expendable. But with such great songs in your pocket, not even that could fail. People danced, chanted, jumped, enjoyed, as always, as ever. This was the dream finale, a near-perfect closing to finish some burning shoe ended up in the nearby room so Pandora. Now, counting the days for next summer and next Sant Feliu Fest.
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