Créditos

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 prensa (2010)

Gimnasia a latigazos, sueños de mozzarella y helados enormes, notas pegajosas, morritos sucios, sudor,  tentaciones varias y mucha determinación. La rectitud del látigo hace temblar el nuevo 12” de Guillamino, remojado con funk, wonky y dubstep.

Una oda a la vigorexia y a las calorías. La excusa para darle a los abdominales y el punto de partida hacia ese grito de extenuación que emite una tenista en el enésimo punto de break.

Estos 4 nuevos temas marcan la nueva mutación del inquieto Guillamino, el artista más inclasificable que ha dado la escena barcelonesa reciente.


A latigazos, sí...

El B.A.J.O. es el elemento principal de este EP. Guillamino nos regala gruesas lonchas de mozzarella bass en el tema central, “Whip Gymnastix”, mientres un grito marcial nos empuja adelante en un cruce de teclados góticos y garajeros, con ritmos bounce propios del dirty south americano y una melodía afilada y triumfal.

“Left in the wild” es pop helado del 89, despejado de buena mañana con 3 cafeteras de más. El bajo aquí rasca y se cubre de azúcar glacé. Un popeye de limón.

“Son of a beach” es un remember when de los old days de Guillamino, cuando empezó en esto del hip hop haciendo graffitis pero escuchando Ramones. Algún hijo de playa decía que eso no molaba, entonces. El bajo es de chicle boomer con petazetas.

En la cazuela dubstep de “Cricket Bug” se ha colado un ruidoso grillo que hace buenas migas con un bajo roto y más largo que un día sin funk. Voces sensuales que nos invitan a meterle mano a la nevera otra vez.

El nuevo EP de Guillamino se publica en vinilo 12” y en descarga digital en iTunes, donde incluye también las bases instrumentales de “Son of a beach” y “Left in the wild”.

 

Letras


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