Damon Albarn is the most perfect synonym that is known about the charisma. It does notice that it is masked after a band that was born eager for virtuality and anonymity, which deforms his voice every time with a megaphone of union leader, which blurs his leading character surrounding himself with plural, racialized, jumping and expansive musicians. It does not matter if you hide its physiognomy after sunglasses (from which it will not detach in the whole night, it is worth the paradox) or a military warrior, which leaned to the first change because, bad that it weighs us, it lacks effective command in the army. 17,000 souls acclaimed him on Saturday night on the peninsular plateau such as what he is: one of the very scarce world leaders who are not auctionally misunderstanding the head.
Albarn invented Gorillaz now 25 years ago to get rid of the slab of being Blur’s singer, but it has ended up happening that in his poaching is also, as Pep Guardiola would summarize, the fucking master. And in his fleeting but efficient visit of Saturday by Madrid – Unica appearance Gorilesca of the year for our old continental Europe – he showed that he does not know how to do anything circumstantial, irrelevant or half -haired. The day that this guy comet an artistic pifia we will not know who the hell trust.
And that the context was rather strange. A festival, Pulse of Gaia, unknown in these parts and with a name in English (missing more), although their birth certificate comes from Mexican lands. An unusual location, the Campus of the Autonomous University, on the outskirts of the capital. And a sign atibrorado of clicks with predicament between one more, say, insular and resistant to cacophony. But in the list, one of the most admirable, influential, transgressive and elusive bands that have given the modern times were infinitely thicker. That is: this deranged century that will end up killing us.
Gorillaz are a Vergel, an islet of intelligent modernity, an apology of ingenuity and the step changed. With the added merit (they will not believe it!) That, DNI in hand, its maximum instigator is one of those perficuits and abjects boomers That they have even in the rise in the PAN, and those that would have to urgently remove the pension system. Well, at 57, Albarn arrived, convinced, fascinated, swept and, yes, he put feet in dusty as soon as the hour and a half (hey 28 minutes) stipulated by contract was fulfilled. It would have done well to dedicate those 120 seconds left over to a minimum allusion to Palestine: the omission was disconcerting in whom he had participated three days before in the Together for Palestine from London.
The Head of Operations may understand that already quite bleak is the reality to also ruin us on a Saturday night. And this, the last summer, was undoubtedly epicurean. Gorillaz took care of deploying an unappealable, overwhelming and immaculate sound, a circumstance that is far from being the most common in Saraos of these dimensions. And, from that premise, he sharpened the ideology of a project that looks like a thug, but has a lot of enjundia. And the one left: The happy dictator, The advance of what will be the ninth elepé of the band (The mountainMarch 2026), it rang almost at the beginning with Albarn Farfullando through the megaphone, and confirmed that this alliance with Sparks further elevates the octane of the already vitriica Simiesca gasoline vitriólic.
Damon is no longer young or handsome, but does nothing but increase his determining aura. It doesn’t matter if a half asthmatic melodic, injects Jamaican and chops (Last living soulsor canonice the verbenero techladito, gloriously addictive in that 19-2000 which seems to twin a gospel choir with the tune of a cheap video game. The London geniecillo takes advantage of everything and changes registration with each bend of the road. O green worldhis first visit to the piano sidewalk, sounded solemn and ostentatious, almost progressive for his grandiloquence and the flying in the dynamics of the song. But immediately contrary to the fabulous On melancholy hillthat would have deserved a severe reprimand of his co -religionists in Blur: it is a virguería of britpop that explodes in the palate like a giant gum stuffed with jelly.
Impossible to take a break when Gorillaz machinery enters boiling. Albarn chain that madness of electrosoul entitled Stylowith the canned voice of the unforgettable Bobby Womack; The painful and, unfortunately, more and more in force Kids with gunsthe unbunled album-funk Andromeda and one White light Deranged, loud and little. And all that deployment to clear the land to that feast without palliative entitled Feel good Inc.one of the best musical artifacts for the reuptake of the serotonin that has given this evil fourth of the century.
At that point, Gorillaz only had the assets of the ace in their manga, and their particular rabbit in the hat turned out to be the hiphopero Argentino Trueno, who continues to make him believe that he grinds so much sagacity and speed of reflexes in that body annoyed and often. Little gossip brushstroke: “I don’t know what will happen tomorrow,” rapped the Buenos Aires little girl, who knows if he still wondering how the photo of his former Nicky Nicko has ended up serving as a wallpaper on Lamine Yamal’s mobile.
The British fifties contemplated the Bonaerense imberbe whirlwind with a half -smile, because the night, we already notified it, much more Sandunguera came than ascetic. But they are not created either: with Gorillaz we must always walk pending the subtext, and the fact that his masterpiece, Demon days (2005), dominate the repertoire invites a second reading more oblique. That album fabulated about a world dominated by Bush and Blair that then seemed nightmare (of that one still said “dystopic”) and that now, compared, we could confuse with any Disney feature film. Therefore – and no better place than the alleged land of freedom to verify it – we urgently need more world leaders such as Damon Albarn. A mind will preclaim in condemned dark times.