Dellafuente has been crouching and distant for years now, the genius from Granada who does not run out of magnetism even though he lives far from the spotlight and, in general, everything. A singular artist, uncomfortable with the logic of the music industry and public exposure. Until recently also outside of concerts, ‘Lágrimas pa otro día’ is the beautiful excuse to meet again with his tireless faithful. You can get away from everything except them, and from the music that is made between four walls, where He stands out as a creator of modern songs that are born from a fusion that starts from his roots, very firm in Granada and the Andalusian tradition.
This new album, released on his own label, is forceful in his convictions. It takes a different path, experimenting and getting out of the formula (the mix of flamenco and black music, like rap). that has made him one of the most influential artists of the last decade in Spain. Dellafuente now walks, sometimes holding onto the shoulders of the right people, through a plural sound universe based in the Caribbean. Beyond his right hand in creation and production, Antonio Narváez, the urban idol brings together in many of the songs on the album carefully chosen collaborators: Ralphie Choo, russowsky and Denmark, young avant-garde that levitate the music through an intimate beauty. The first of these three also signs as an interpreter the warm and heartbreaking – “I scream your name, I scream and you don’t answer me & rdquor;- ‘Carameloraro’.
There are only eight songs in which the man from Granada conscientiously displays his motto ‘Timeless Folk Music’ by impregnating them with traditional and popular songs from Cuba or Mexico (an exercise similar to the one his colleague C. Tangana did in ‘El Madrileño’). He opens ‘Cuando la cosa no me va bien’, a poisonous and defiant ‘bossa nova’ that challenges the seven remaining songs on the album to continue at the same level.
It is not brought down by the accusing ‘3 faces’- “more of a liar than an addict& rdquor;, proclaims Dellafuente-, with some electrifying guitars that rise at the right moments, nor the beautiful ‘El camino’ before entering the Mexican regional through a lying down corrido with the redeemer ‘Ni soy santo’ (with vatocholo). “So many problems are those that I rode; that someone stayed in me & rdquor ;, admits the man from Granada. Dellafuente also takes advantage of the album to give his followers a new love song, ‘Sharila’, the first preview of this work, and to show off his status in ‘I don’t deny it to you, it hurt’. The flamenco essence stands out in ‘Pa llorar’ (with Ané Carrasco), a return to the origins to end a precise and precious exercise. Ignasi Fortuny
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