As effortlessly cool as this debut release by the Madrid-based quartet is, I feel we may have heard this sound before. The album is a homage to garage-pop, lo-fi indie and although the sound maybe …
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The move is due to my journalism schedule picking up pace recently, so when potential clients come and check out my work, I don’t want them to have to wade through poetry to get to what they’re after.
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Our back garden: green and yellow farmer’s fields.
Daffodils, rape seed, and hay bales lined up on hillsides
opposing the main road that split housing estates from nature.
Yet, I never saw a fox.
Not until I moved to a city –
20 years into my life.
That town never felt like my true home.
So, like the fox, I moved out to find a food source,
to expel hometown torment, a love affair of new experiences,
A mixed land to conquer, or dissolve into.
Leicester, my new found playground.
Ironically home to a football club nicknamed the Foxes.
with its sands
a spine stretching
down to Cambrils.
This day of summer’s peace
is Catalonia’s legacy.
A bloody regretful history gives way
to holiday makers sipping 14 euro pina coladas
on hot sands and sun loungers.
for the shouts and screams;
enjoyment for future generations.
Puzzled tourists lost down Las Ramblas
transformed into intrepid explorers
lost on an island of gothic megastructures.
Terragona in a forever battle against modern mortar,
still fighting Rome’s ambition.
The fight is worthless,
there is a place in Catalonia for past and present.
Under the sun’s parasol
language is even.