<- Begin st_tag_body -> It’s kind of retro dance, rock melodies of early 60s with the harshness of the garage served with an almost sleepy negligence by a little band given artifacts and rock’n’roll poses. The Growlers, California sound to a surf-pop band of 1962 slightly drunk and drugged. Interestingly the first minute, something saturating the end of an hour.
The result alternates between decorum Prom 1961/62 (but with letters acidic) and the band that failed by a whisker to qualify for the final of the yé-yé contest. The time and the size of the stage maybe asked a band able to move more public than the inveterate front row, from which sprang the stage some fans dressed as animals – including a dapper pair of crocodiles (plunge after all, with swing, from the stage to the audience).
In the end, something dragged, Paredes de Coura applauded, sympathetically, but awaits other protagonists.
text: Luis Guerra
Photos: Rita Carmo / amazes Spirits <-! St_tag_body end ->
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