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A good day I realized that my musical standards had narrowed (had I, perhaps, turned old?) because “post-punk revival” and its nostalgia started to look like simple tomfoolery to me. What was the aim of trying to recover those joyous, desperately non-political chants permeated of colorful thatcherism that overlooked unemployment, AIDS and heroin? Luckily enough, I soon became aware of the other side of that retro scene, the dark side to which Belgrado belongs.

In the Iberian Peninsula we have a great band, from a time now almost part of our musical heritage: Berri Txarrak. But a band alone, no matter how “great”, cannot generate a scene, does not “invite” other artists to take their example and play using novel resources, but usually serves as a mere addition to other scenes: more often than not, it becomes a relic, a curiosity. I always felt sorry for the loneliness of the heroic Navarran band, a loneliness that, ultimately, was the loneliness of us all. Who knows how much I yearned for a band like this one I'll present now!