Coconot – Novo Tropicalismo Errado CD

Coconot – Novo Tropicalismo Errado CD

CocoNot have no special interest in proposing existential reflections, in talking about the lightness of being or the difference between matter and form. Neither to cry for unrequited love or claim the advent of the revolt of the proletariat. They speak of viscera and ectoplasm. Because you can't (nor do you want to, in your case) talk about something else when you take your music group in such a peculiar way as they take it. Just by saying that the time to make this album is no more than three days, to compose and record it, we can already see that here things are going in other directions than we are used to. Obviously, three days are not enough to create a minimally decent album from any other group on our same label. But when it comes to capturing, simply, a very specific moment of personal expression on a record, not only is it understood, but it is recommended -because thinking about something too much makes it lose spontaneity- that everything goes very quickly and with temporary current overload. For this reason CocoNot's debut is such a special album, because it is not an album conceived as such but rather an improvisation recorded in the manner of free jazz. Although there is no jazz here (although a lot of free), since the elements with which Pablo (also in the Orquesta de la Muerte and Dead Man On Campus) and Alfredo, a duet of Canarian cousins ​​living in Barcelona, ​​give free rein to his adrenaline rushes are the drums, the voice and a guitar. Seasoned with the occasional technological gadget, four percussion instruments and a flute, the ten songs on Novo Tropicalismo Errado (with a version by Sun Ra included) are the result of a spontaneous, challenging and carefree creative explosion, with the peculiarity that they also Being a faithful reflection of the personality of two restless minds, they have the ability to conquer our retentiveness at the first listen, and offer us a true orgy of melodies and vocal and rhythmic fuss in record time. In the words of its producer Jens Neumaier, pure Latin Krautrock.