Brighton 64 – Esta Vez Va En Serio CD

Brighton 64 – Esta Vez Va En Serio CD

Obrint portes, abriendo puertas, opening doors. Everything is ready for boarding. Three decades have passed since the needles of many boys who were trying out their best bangs landed on the first groove of the EP Barcelona Blues (Flor y Nata) and the new album by Brighton 64 starts with the voice-over of an elevator that They tell you that NOW is the time. There are no more parties in the Vall dHebron and the songs that are repeated in a loop are different (and worse), but not even Roger Daltrey took seriously that of I hope I die before I get old and many tenants of the house of the bomb would sign today, as They Might Be Giants already did, that of I hope I get old before I die.

This time it's serious, the Gil brothers warn us in the title, but an English writer told us a long time ago that the opposite of fun is not serious, but boring, so Brighton 64, sharpeners of the pop format and tailors of the chorus, don't forget in their return the complements of humour, anger and elegance that they already showed then, in the eighties, when the chromatic connection of the Barça flags and the R.A.F. it made it clear that a mod scene, with a sixties fondness but with a modernist vocation and, therefore, present (here!, now!) and advanced, was just and necessary.

Modernists, no matter how much they have grown, we will always call them modernists. So already in the first song we find the flashes of fetishes and words, of names of things that are touched and enjoyed. To the lined noses of some works where one is turned off, it was written by his beloved writer in a white suit Tom Wolfe, surrounded by the table, the Biros, the clips, the adhesive tape, the nose, the eyes, the tie, the head, Wife. Straight, honest, correct, the flame of his affiliates continues to burn, someone has watched the fire all these years, with the details that can be traced in Only until the end: red shoes, unique cut, friends, Chuck Berry, billiards . The guys from the pump house surf all those references that are small anti-aircraft shelters to take shelter from the one that is falling. They are sisyphus of tiled punk and mod revival that, no matter how much they mature or change, will hone their skills as composers, even at other times and in other settings, but they will never reject the lights on the dance floor, where they will continue turning and turning. You can burry me a mod, a godfather told them. Yes, of course, but with nuances, always with some nuance.