HOME (2011)
decimated because of my physical and mood, advance rentals and the same late delivery for the village to spend the Easter holidays. So as not to update it at least within a week, at least, I think this is the best time to dedicate an entry to what is perhaps the album that I expected more in the last few years and I do not mean the work flashy any artist but the album you recorded in the most minimal possible my good friend Marty. I praise what has been achieved because for me writing is an absolute marvel. I've been hooked on these songs whose conception I have followed so closely, since I saw some of them born in an earlier draft of this honest fellow native of Barcelona by coincidences of life but raised in L'Hospitalet de Llobregat, and I can assure you that regardless of whether it makes sense that the clouds put out the effort because of a type that appreciation, sound so noble, sensitive, intimate, affectionate, thoughtful, dreamy and addictive I can not pass up the opportunity to share with all who enter here from time to time. Many stories I shared with him, many laughs and I'm thrilled that this story has finally pulled ahead. So if this post get someone else to have a good feeling listening to the pieces of this 'Home', it'll be the happiest guy. Few people (not to say none) have met with such humility and to defend extreme as a hobby as enjoyable as the music as he and best of all, it has managed to find the style of the shoe last as a reward for that effort, because after going through various groups of grunge sound that he had the misfortune meet me on vocals and keyboards (as God is my witness that I am dire in both disciplines) and be cautious not to give the starting signal for his inspiring talent as a soloist not send me to and the other components of these formations undisciplined the devil, has given way to twelve great songs that if anything is outstanding for its own identity. Here you can not assign specific labels, if a case can be said that the disc sails over summits weather where they live folk, rock, alt-country or even the gothic country and oddly enough many of the colorful tastes he admits to having as Sixteen Horsepower, Jay Munly, Slim Cessna's Auto Club, Yes, The Shins, J. Tillman, Bon Iver, Scout Nibblet, José González, Neko Case, Angelo Bdalamenti, Julee Cruise, Gemma Ray, Yelle or Queens Of the Stone Age, remain in the background because it imposes its own ideology. So I can only invite you all to a deep listening to this album full of warm effects, which highlights their appreciation for the stringed instruments (everything is covered in an exquisite package where the prevailing acoustic, with ukulele, tambourine, keyboard, fiddle, banjo, vocal play and outstanding spectral voice) highlighting each of their songs, starting with "A requiem for a weak", with a sober development starting with the psychotic laughter and hypnotic guitar that grows in intensity as advances, "The emptiness (the birdsong one)" with a medieval mind unintentionally, an issue with packing density closely related to the imagery of David Eugene Edwards with Woven Hand, "It's time get out of time" firm commitment to optimism, sounds and catchy chorus accessible to a server that has a lot of sentimental value, recovering to the glory right out of the caves the burly singer of the legendary Thames which had its peak in the mid-90's rotting in the rehearsal rooms twice, since there get a chorus of sea majos fortunately for the ears of the receiver not being felt too hard, but let it rather proud I'm there to show that we are going to cheat, "Has someone died", a beauty that reminds a little of Atlas Sound (it's funny because both this and other groups which I will break up when these songs, are unknown to him ) for the treatment of voices and these fragile tissues that cover their stanzas of sullen warmth and Andrew Bird in the attractive melody whistled, "Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam", excellent rereading of the famous theme of The Vaselines (which in turn is a parody of a Christian hymn composed by Nellie Talbot in the late nineteenth century) that years later popularized for the masses, Nirvana, and follows the path happy with the addition of the cheerful voice of her sister once again giving luster to a subject in itself contagious, with an acoustic guitar with vintage iron effect, "Under the sky shame (the birdsong two)", then in keeping with a similar wavelength but which spaces adds shining light to the rhythm of notes that carry the baton in a majestic, "Far Beyond memory, contained epic to elevate the mood was more pleasant emotion with percussion concise and aromas of the desert, "Ioreley (the hand of God)", a beautiful waltz that sings again with his sister Paula (which by the way it should be noted that it is a young talent, and that only has eleven years) and that will dazzle anyone who like me, listening to Yann Tiersen pale, in fact I would almost say it's my favorite of the lot until it get a lump in the throat for his emotionally charged, with a surge applied to the powerful crescendo that unites its adorable voices and childish reaction that end with palm of satisfaction, "Rake", a tribute to the great Townes Van Zandt, done with impeccable respect and adapting it to their ideas to perfection, both for me improves original (oh! sacrilege!), "Road to hideout, where it picks up sound more Denver as a reference but with a spaghetti western halo and dark layers eighties slightly overwhelming in a good way, especially when the court becomes a slow internal flash memory brings Nick Cave, "At home (the birdsong three), which closes the 'slut' trilogy in a song of hope for all-American taste tradition indebted to the other side of pool, dividing the intensity into two distinct parts that manage to move at the very moment it appears the voice of his sister in the first of three collaborations, well complemented by forming a duet, and "Inverse" a feat that brings out deep in the text all its virtues as a writer, a facet that I do not want to overlook, since it is key when assessing the whole, a personal universe that plays on the double meaning and exposing truths as fists and bare his soul. Martí Serrano, his sister Paula Serrano, tambourine from his grandfather Rafael Serrano (Serrano are both missing here that only the stupid TV series that inspired the end of that other much-touted series in which some went all day Harold Harold of the coconut trees when they were with an overdose of flashbacks) and Carlos G. Peña (pa Serbia), are the subjects in this appliance. To give by settled this entry propose a contest for the most stupid idiot with a further award, and I will give a gallifante anyone who knows me famous character that belongs to the voice that breaks into the first track. There you have it. Happy holidays to all, we are to return.
HOME (2011) 
decimated because of my physical and mood, advance rentals and the same late delivery for the village to spend the Easter holidays. So as not to update it at least within a week, at least, I think this is the best time to dedicate an entry to what is perhaps the album that I expected more in the last few years and I do not mean the work flashy any artist but the album you recorded in the most minimal possible my good friend Marty. I praise what has been achieved because for me writing is an absolute marvel. I've been hooked on these songs whose conception I have followed so closely, since I saw some of them born in an earlier draft of this honest fellow native of Barcelona by coincidences of life but raised in L'Hospitalet de Llobregat, and I can assure you that regardless of whether it makes sense that the clouds put out the effort because of a type that appreciation, sound so noble, sensitive, intimate, affectionate, thoughtful, dreamy and addictive I can not pass up the opportunity to share with all who enter here from time to time. Many stories I shared with him, many laughs and I'm thrilled that this story has finally pulled ahead. So if this post get someone else to have a good feeling listening to the pieces of this 'Home', it'll be the happiest guy. Few people (not to say none) have met with such humility and to defend extreme as a hobby as enjoyable as the music as he and best of all, it has managed to find the style of the shoe last as a reward for that effort, because after going through various groups of grunge sound that he had the misfortune meet me on vocals and keyboards (as God is my witness that I am dire in both disciplines) and be cautious not to give the starting signal for his inspiring talent as a soloist not send me to and the other components of these formations undisciplined the devil, has given way to twelve great songs that if anything is outstanding for its own identity. Here you can not assign specific labels, if a case can be said that the disc sails over summits weather where they live folk, rock, alt-country or even the gothic country and oddly enough many of the colorful tastes he admits to having as Sixteen Horsepower, Jay Munly, Slim Cessna's Auto Club, Yes, The Shins, J. Tillman, Bon Iver, Scout Nibblet, José González, Neko Case, Angelo Bdalamenti, Julee Cruise, Gemma Ray, Yelle or Queens Of the Stone Age, remain in the background because it imposes its own ideology. So I can only invite you all to a deep listening to this album full of warm effects, which highlights their appreciation for the stringed instruments (everything is covered in an exquisite package where the prevailing acoustic, with ukulele, tambourine, keyboard, fiddle, banjo, vocal play and outstanding spectral voice) highlighting each of their songs, starting with "A requiem for a weak", with a sober development starting with the psychotic laughter and hypnotic guitar that grows in intensity as advances, "The emptiness (the birdsong one)" with a medieval mind unintentionally, an issue with packing density closely related to the imagery of David Eugene Edwards with Woven Hand, "It's time get out of time" firm commitment to optimism, sounds and catchy chorus accessible to a server that has a lot of sentimental value, recovering to the glory right out of the caves the burly singer of the legendary Thames which had its peak in the mid-90's rotting in the rehearsal rooms twice, since there get a chorus of sea majos fortunately for the ears of the receiver not being felt too hard, but let it rather proud I'm there to show that we are going to cheat, "Has someone died", a beauty that reminds a little of Atlas Sound (it's funny because both this and other groups which I will break up when these songs, are unknown to him ) for the treatment of voices and these fragile tissues that cover their stanzas of sullen warmth and Andrew Bird in the attractive melody whistled, "Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam", excellent rereading of the famous theme of The Vaselines (which in turn is a parody of a Christian hymn composed by Nellie Talbot in the late nineteenth century) that years later popularized for the masses, Nirvana, and follows the path happy with the addition of the cheerful voice of her sister once again giving luster to a subject in itself contagious, with an acoustic guitar with vintage iron effect, "Under the sky shame (the birdsong two)", then in keeping with a similar wavelength but which spaces adds shining light to the rhythm of notes that carry the baton in a majestic, "Far Beyond memory, contained epic to elevate the mood was more pleasant emotion with percussion concise and aromas of the desert, "Ioreley (the hand of God)", a beautiful waltz that sings again with his sister Paula (which by the way it should be noted that it is a young talent, and that only has eleven years) and that will dazzle anyone who like me, listening to Yann Tiersen pale, in fact I would almost say it's my favorite of the lot until it get a lump in the throat for his emotionally charged, with a surge applied to the powerful crescendo that unites its adorable voices and childish reaction that end with palm of satisfaction, "Rake", a tribute to the great Townes Van Zandt, done with impeccable respect and adapting it to their ideas to perfection, both for me improves original (oh! sacrilege!), "Road to hideout, where it picks up sound more Denver as a reference but with a spaghetti western halo and dark layers eighties slightly overwhelming in a good way, especially when the court becomes a slow internal flash memory brings Nick Cave, "At home (the birdsong three), which closes the 'slut' trilogy in a song of hope for all-American taste tradition indebted to the other side of pool, dividing the intensity into two distinct parts that manage to move at the very moment it appears the voice of his sister in the first of three collaborations, well complemented by forming a duet, and "Inverse" a feat that brings out deep in the text all its virtues as a writer, a facet that I do not want to overlook, since it is key when assessing the whole, a personal universe that plays on the double meaning and exposing truths as fists and bare his soul. Martí Serrano, his sister Paula Serrano, tambourine from his grandfather Rafael Serrano (Serrano are both missing here that only the stupid TV series that inspired the end of that other much-touted series in which some went all day Harold Harold of the coconut trees when they were with an overdose of flashbacks) and Carlos G. Peña (pa Serbia), are the subjects in this appliance. To give by settled this entry propose a contest for the most stupid idiot with a further award, and I will give a gallifante anyone who knows me famous character that belongs to the voice that breaks into the first track. There you have it. Happy holidays to all, we are to return. 
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