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A current journal article Wired settled a recurring debate with uncommon forcefulness: “1994 was the last good year for popular culture.” And, the reality is, their arguments have been tough to refute. It was the time of Pulp Fiction and of Forrest Gump. From the primary chapters of Friends and of Emergencies. From the conflict between Parkilfe of Blur and the Definitely perhaps of Oasis. In between Protection of Massive Attack y Dummy of Portishead. Ah, that 12 months we additionally heard the debut of the then unknown Beck, Weezer o Jeff Buckley.

In Spain, for as soon as, we’re not left behind. '94 was the 12 months of clues, of Carlos Berlanga that of A blow on the coronary heart, of Family. But, above all of them, just like the totem of a means of understanding music of which there are now not survivors, stands the legendary Super 8 of The planets, an icon of indie Spanish that has not been surpassed since then.

Literally nobody would have guessed then that, three many years later, these songs can be performed in the identical order at a serious competition in Madrid. In truth, at the moment, festivals have been nonetheless an eccentricity of the Anglo-Saxon nations. Let's keep in mind: the primary version of the pioneer Festival of Benicassim It was not held till the summer season of 1995.

In truth, if we give it some thought, there are numerous prodigious vintages like these of '94. What makes that 12 months actually particular is that it was the final one earlier than the web explosion as a cultural car. The Navigator Netscape It didn't arrive on our computer systems till December of that 12 months. Only a handful of Spanish universities had an web connection. And, after all, the beginning of social media was nonetheless a decade away.

Our recollections of that 12 months are what we wish them to be: irrefutable. No one can rewind and seek for tweets, tales o posts de Facebook to see how we react when kurt cobain blew his head off with a shotgun. Or when, on June 13, the debut of Los Planetas hit report shops with a flurry of anthems as unappealable as On a visit, what can I do o The Devil's Box.

That nostalgia for a time that now not existed was, exactly, what flew over yesterday on the opening day of the Festival Tomavistas from Madrid. A shot within the vein of protoindia Spanish, with a fatter, extra cynical and perhaps, simply perhaps, wiser public than the one again then. Instead of junkies and goofballs, the viewers was made up of consultants, promoting creatives and, we swear, a minimal of six {couples} with their respective child strollers.

What can we anticipate, then, from a live performance like this? Exactly what they’ve conceived Jota and Florent, the ying and yang of Los Planetas, for the thirtieth anniversary of their debut album: an enormous karaoke wherein his hundreds of followers really feel like youngsters for an evening, with out desirous about the following mortgage invoice. And if – for no matter motive – your reminiscence fails, no drawback: within the album's lesser-known songs, the lyrics are projected onto measurement XXL behind the stage.

The result’s, to be beneficiant, unequal. Yeah, Travel It is an unbeatable theme to open a live performance. Of course, What I can do It is an unparalleled hit within the indie Spanish. And, why deny it, a closing with the legendary My little sister thrills even probably the most cynical of viewers. But nothing takes away the official aroma of this Los Planetas tour, for which they’ve even disbursed with their drummer. Eric, axis of their dwell performances for 1 / 4 of a century. As so many occasions on the daybreak of a karaoke evening, the query turns into inevitable: wouldn't it have been a greater concept to remain dwelling watching a rattling collection?