Crèdits

Produced by Guillamino in Barcelona/l'Empordà, Fall 2009- Winter 2010
Made in Grillbar III

Mixed by Guillamino and Marco Morgione at Micromaltese
Mastered by Yves Roussel

Designed by Ramon Ponsatí
Photography by Pol Ponsarnau and Alex Tregon
Model: Shan Shan

Inspirational Thankyous: Late night Loud monsters, Iranian Pahlavanis and Gym Freaks in general, Diet Code, Graffitti&Ramones, Crickets' Choice, Lust+Lament+Guilt&Prayer, Grandpa's piano, The Blues 12 Bars&Grills, Whip Creamnastics, Love, Teenagerism, 1990's hip hop golden era.

File under: Mozzarella Bass, Frozen Funk, Sticky notes, Hip Cuixa, Abdominal Crunch or Shit-loaded contradance.

 

Nota de premsa (2010)


Gimnàstica a cops de fuet, somnis de mozzarella i gelats enormes, notes enganxifoses, morros bruts, suor,  temptacions diverses i molta determinació. La rectitud del fuet fa tremolar el nou 12” de Guillamino, remullat de funk, wonky i dubstep.

Una oda a la vigorexia i a les calories. Un cant a les samarretes suades i les panxes planes, un crit exortant a trencar-nos a cop d'abdominals o un crit d'extenuació com el de les tenistes en l'enèsim punt de break.

Aquests 4 nous temes marquen la nova mutació de l’inquiet Guillamino, un dels artistes més inclassificables i amb projecció internacional que ha donat l’escena barcelonina. La millor ocasió per comprovar-ho serà aquest juny en diversos esdeveniments vinculats al festival Sónar.

El B.A.I.X. es l'element principal d'aquest EP, arrambat a la bass music més gruixuda. Guillamino ens entrega rodanxes enormes de mozzarella bass al tema central, “Whip Gymnastix”, mentre un crit marcial ens empeny endavant en un creuament de teclats gòtics i garatgers, amb ritmes bounce propis del dirty south americà i una melodia esmolada i triomfal.

“Left in the wild”, és pop gelat del 89 però despertat de nou amb 3 cafeteres de més. El baix aquí rasca i està cobert de sucre glacé. Un popeye de limón!

“Son of a beach” és un remember when dels old days d'en Guillamino, quan va començar amb això del hip hop fent graffitis però escoltant Ramones. Algun fill de platja deia que això no molava, aleshores. El baix és fet de chiclet boomer i petazetas.

A la cassola dubstep de “Cricket Bug” se'ns cola un grill sorollós, fent amistat amb un baix trencat però llaaaarg com un dia sense funk. Frozen funk amb veus sensuals que ens tempten perquè tornem a fotre-li mà a la nevera.

El nou EP de Guillamino es pot trobar en vinil 12” i en descàrrega digital a iTunes, on també inclou les bases instrumentals de “Son of a beach” i “Left in the wild”.

 

Lletres


Left in the wild

Left in the wild
all I wanna do is get mine
no I would never  survive
unless you and me became just one

guarantee me some oxygen
fade to black when the moon is gone
an invisible material, takin' over me
whenever you want it's a you and me thing
whenever you need it I just know what you mean

cracked&wasted you can call me, nooooo!
I never thought that you would drive home

can't you see that I'd be glad to know
anything about you, I'm so curious
it's the same feeling when you write me back
you know  you not the one for me
whenever I'm in it it's the call of the will
whenever you feel I just...

Cause I'm left in the wild
all I wanna do is get mine
no I would never  survive
unless you and me became just one


Son of a beach

First I saw the writings on the walls
Never knew how much I would be into it
Started liking it just more and more
Graffitti but Ramones in my cassette deck
Beat on the brat! because he disrespect
But.....I dig It I want it, I dig it I want it

Want to, while you say 1,2 I'll be steppin' to you with words
Sometimes a lil' kung-fu to set things like in the past times
Past, present, future line tears people apart dark ages
Renaissance black cages made it all for western world civilization stages.
Direct theme was my hobby, instead of trying to copy someone elses job
remember in 91 you and me we had fun, we had fun but we lived the year once,
92 the next three, 96 I got the kicks.

Skating all the way to funk' em all
Had a feeling I could be the MC hippie
First the beats were off and cry .....shit was ruff
How we like that now but back in the days son of a bitch used to say: this aint really rockin'
But I dig it I want it I dig it I want it x2

Just to, while you get just too...
Just strip the video clip and let's touch terrain steep
Mobb Deep and their answer machine
Red Hot made the biscuits and Wu-Tang the cream
Pianoforte and a drum machine
Cars steamin' people breathin'
But motherfuckin' red alerts beggining
Cellulars' sound a half a million in town
Concrete covers the world
And this may look like a lil' critique
But man if all there is is grow and die
Shouldn't we just let live and die
And not make the planet cry
Red, White and Blue stories like Kiewzlowsky
nerves tremblin' softly of pleasure flows on me
And I dig it and I want it

 

Videoclips

Whip gymnastix (live at Sónar Montjuïc)

Left in the wild