Don’t Kill The Vinyl [EP, 2011]
by Jose Travieso
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[Grossomodo: Hacheka]
De vuestras pelis no valen ni los trailers,
no hay más planes que acudir a las salas de baile,
no tener modales, mirar con donaire,
con esas horrendas camisetas rottweiler.
No es un sermón, aquí no hay trampa ni cartón,
¿acaso os fabricaron a todos clon tras clon?
Parecéis toos cortados por el mismo patrón,
un batallón de sinrazón, por favor, go home!.
No lo dudo, ver crudo el futuro es algo mutuo,
sentirse desnudo o mudo o contra un muro,
pero tu grupo ocultó en bulos su miedo a lo oscuro,
y un puño contra un sin techo no arregla el mundo.
¿Tú qué ves? esclavos, esclavas o fotocopias,
con las mismas ropas, con pegatinas de Scorpia,
nacidos para arroparse a la boba sopa,
toda una tropa en la inopia sin ideas propias.
Escala de valores nula, son tercos como mulas,
crías sin hula-hops, sólo con rulas,
¿y a quién culpas? al chumba chumba o al gobierno…
que se cargó la educación pública.
[Grossomodo: Xtragos]
Esto no avanza, ¿qué coño pasa con la enseñanza?
¿quién coño va a romper una lanza por la esperanza?
Jóvenes hacen alabanzas a viejas usanzas,
se abalanzan sobre pobres hombres y gente descalza.
Se van de caza, se disfrazan de pura raza, ignorantes,
en su sangre las culturas se abrazan, inmigrantes,
sólo los quieren en la distancia.
Pregúntale a tu padre qué tal cuando estuvo en Francia.
Niñato, contigo no hay posible tolerancia,
tú no puedes tener esa arrogancia sin elegancia,
no te da superpoderes esa chupa fea de alfa, y tú
te alzas, no sabes por qué pero clamas venganza.
Tu madre cree que eres buena persona,
tu neurona se aburre, y se te ocurre ir a la zona a
hacer limpieza de, ¿cómo los llamas? ¿Drogadictos?
Y luego tú más pistos de hass y pastis que todo cristo.
Los he visto más listos, adolescente,
adoleces de docentes decentes, ¿inteligentes?
Careces de un buen referente, ¿tu padre es Torrente?
O simplemente es tu puta mente llena de serpientes.
Bien, macarra, gran futuro te labras,
de qué cojones me hablas, antes aprende a usar las palabras.
Yo sé beber, bien, también se leer, así sé
ver un bereber y no creer que debe perecer.
Memo, te dejo el ánimo al mínimo, a mí ni mu
Ni tu ni tu tribu ni tu pitbull.
Ni mú, cuánto sacaste en historia, haz memoria,
igual Franco ya mató a tu yayo, escoria.
Así viven, pibes, poco sensibles,
Manejables, intragables, difíciles pero simples.
Sigue alabando a ese Hitler, que por latino
Igual te hubiese dejao cicatrices, lince
[Grossomodo: Hacheka]
¿Cuántos años dices? ¿Quince? hace dos findes,
jugabas en un ciber, pero hoy me hablas del führer.
Un valiente con veinte aprendices de skinheads
pero esguinces finges si sin mafia te diriges.
Tú sólo te riges por la vía rápida de pegar palizas
y crear lápidas al que no sea de una raza canina
de caras pálidas, que pena me das cuando te
cuelgas esas medallas de
querer limpiar la ciudad de yonkis y jeringuillas
y no puedes evitar ansiedad por pastillas.
Quieres reventar sin más camellos negratas
mientras tus coleguis fachas te venden veneno de ratas.
Mas no te afecta, por un oído te entra,
pero lo olvidan tus neuronas muertas, ¿tu meta?
devorar anfetas, que tus piernas no estén quietas,
montar gresca en interminables noches de fiesta.
Estaréis felices pero no sois mas que amebas,
pusieron huevas en vuestro cerebro y no se subleva.
Tenéis cadenas que os frenan, pero ¿para qué más?
si en fines de semana todo lo quemas.
Contra el monopolio de tus recopilatorios de bodrios
no traigo focos ni gogos, yo solo pongo bombos.
Yo solo pongo dolor en el honor de niñatos,
codo con codo, son Grossomodo y Gladiaitor.
[Aitor]
Cogió lo que pudo y voló, voló con todo.
Tenía un par de sueños pa escapar del lodo
y le faltaba el modo. Rodeado de odio, siempre más
que de oídos. Por eso hoy no creo en Dios ni en sus
silencios. Hoy creo en los míos.
Me duele ver críos perdidos en líos pérfidos,
vestidos de maquis, metidos de pastis en chasis.
Me duele ver tios embutidos en bombers,
amigos de banderas, de colores, de fronteras, de uniformes
que esperan a los lemas y las órdenes de los demás sin
importar quiénes ni porqués.
¿Presumes de pureza? Permiteme que dude
si tu de pureza el perro que paseas por tu plaza y vale.
Deja de dar mal, chaval, quiero riqueza cultural en tu
nación de subnormales. Que vengáis de todas partes
en pateras y empateis el partido los que venis detrás.
Mal que le pese al facha, ¿acaso hay derecho a que el
sin techo te haya de temer más que a la escarcha cuando
nada ha hecho?
Sabe que es presa fácil y que el tonto con el chucho está
al acecho pero uno solo no le preocupa mucho, no.
¿A dónde coño vamos a parar? Dime, pido respuesta
pero nadie tiene tiempo pa escuchar, chico,
tu padre sólo te miraba pa apuntar su puño, tu dueño,
tu madre entre llantos finge el sueño.
Creciste entre hostias y lágrimas, todo iba a días,
más mustias quedaron sonrisas en infancias.
Hoy pongo el polvo en tu boca y te toca masticar
otra verdad que hará a tu esvástica marchitar.
Con un par más vienen pasan de marcha militar,
traen armas sin gritar, a tu pensar non gratas.
Nuestras gargantas, tu pesar, mongolo,
joderte es cómodo, ¿cómo no?,
el Aitor y los Grossomodo.
[Scratches]
No tengo mas odio que el odio que me tienes,
que no veis dónde vais,
HK y Xtragos, El Aitor, Cien Grados (x2)
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about
First release in May 2011. My second project of that year.
This EP -although it is musically very varied- had a strong conceptual basis in its creation, following the next ideas:
-First and except for the track #3, I wanted to record some pieces exploring genres and technics that I had then never worked with but I had been interested for years, finally trying with electronic music, hip-hop and a few of experimental ideas.
-Second, I wanted to reconcile the old with the new, working with both elements along all the EP (for example, old music vs modern music, acoustic and old instruments vs electronic and modern instruments, traditional way of making music vs unconventional way of making music, my old style vs myself making something new, etc.).
-Third, as a representation of the old, I wanted to make a tribute to the vinyl records.
-Fourth and finally, I wanted to make an EP where the sampling procedures have an important role.
Wow! I think now it was a very complicated perspective! Hahaha! :-/ It was truely an experimental and risky proposal, but in a way worked well I believe… By the way, the track #1 is among my favorite of all the times!
Track #1 is partially constructed looping on the same recorded instruments and giving an important role to the reverse recordings, being connected with David Lynch’s Twin Peaks universe.
Track #2 is sampling and modifying part of the last movement of Arcangelo Corelli’s «Concerto Grosso No. 9 in F Major».
Track #3 is mainly an improvisation. The main melody in the second section was taken from Osvaldo Farrés’s song «Quizás, Quizás, Quizas» (1947), which had a strong meaning in my life.
Originally the track #4 was going to be called simply «Mein Kampf», but in order not to be confused as a pro-nazism posture, the track was subtitled «Twilight Of The Idols» (as Nietzsche’s book). Anyway, I was branded -then and without basis- of pro-nazism by some sensitive people from Germany. It was a bit strange, because just paying a bit attention to the lyrics (Spanish) of the track #5 is easy to understand my anti-nazism posture.
Vocals and lyrics in track #5 by Grossomodo and Aitor. Scratches by Grossomodo.
Tracks #6 and #7 are bonus tracks.
Sleeve design and artwork by José Travieso.
This EP -although it is musically very varied- had a strong conceptual basis in its creation, following the next ideas:
-First and except for the track #3, I wanted to record some pieces exploring genres and technics that I had then never worked with but I had been interested for years, finally trying with electronic music, hip-hop and a few of experimental ideas.
-Second, I wanted to reconcile the old with the new, working with both elements along all the EP (for example, old music vs modern music, acoustic and old instruments vs electronic and modern instruments, traditional way of making music vs unconventional way of making music, my old style vs myself making something new, etc.).
-Third, as a representation of the old, I wanted to make a tribute to the vinyl records.
-Fourth and finally, I wanted to make an EP where the sampling procedures have an important role.
Wow! I think now it was a very complicated perspective! Hahaha! :-/ It was truely an experimental and risky proposal, but in a way worked well I believe… By the way, the track #1 is among my favorite of all the times!
Track #1 is partially constructed looping on the same recorded instruments and giving an important role to the reverse recordings, being connected with David Lynch’s Twin Peaks universe.
Track #2 is sampling and modifying part of the last movement of Arcangelo Corelli’s «Concerto Grosso No. 9 in F Major».
Track #3 is mainly an improvisation. The main melody in the second section was taken from Osvaldo Farrés’s song «Quizás, Quizás, Quizas» (1947), which had a strong meaning in my life.
Originally the track #4 was going to be called simply «Mein Kampf», but in order not to be confused as a pro-nazism posture, the track was subtitled «Twilight Of The Idols» (as Nietzsche’s book). Anyway, I was branded -then and without basis- of pro-nazism by some sensitive people from Germany. It was a bit strange, because just paying a bit attention to the lyrics (Spanish) of the track #5 is easy to understand my anti-nazism posture.
Vocals and lyrics in track #5 by Grossomodo and Aitor. Scratches by Grossomodo.
Tracks #6 and #7 are bonus tracks.
Sleeve design and artwork by José Travieso.
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released May 5, 2011
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Jose Travieso Spain
Starting at the piano in the late 90s, José Travieso has been a very eclectic musician playing diverse instruments and releasing music in very different styles: minimalism, romanticism, experimental music, technical thrash metal, classical music... In 2015 he began a new period dedicated to electronic music. ... more
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