2023-06-11 01:21:04
Few people were there two Saturdays ago in Lekeitio, in the first of the two mini-festivals called ‘Herrian’ (in the town) and sprouted like cuttings from BBK Live, a macro-festival that will take place on Thursday, July 6 and on Saturday 8 on Mount Kobeta. The second Herrian, the one from yesterday Saturday in Mungia, had a better atmosphere, brought together more audiences (due to the billboard and accessibility) and, as it was so hot, to refresh ourselves we are going to tell you about the concert by Potato from Alava (Vitoria, 1984), which At the hottest hour, 3:30 in the afternoon, they got the whole peña dancing and singing in the Matxín square, which was filled with locals and foreigners.
In eighth, with the uniformed subordinates with Potato merchandising t-shirts and the leader, singer, ideologue and spokesman Pako PKO differentiated with a shirt and tie, but with his head uncovered at his age (there was no ceiling on stage, what cruelty for with the performers; Pako must have come out with a pork pie hat), the pioneers of Basque and Spanish ska cracked a growing, fluid, fun gig with infiltrated ideology of 60 round minutes for 16 tracks, including two instrumentals: the inaugural ‘ Ardo ona’ and then a novelty recorded during the pandemic, ‘Skandalera’, a moment in which Pako PKO took the opportunity to leave and have a drink.
The eighth without a roof in the fourth, the vacilona ‘Go up’
Oscar Cubillo
At the beginning of the hot meeting, the beloved leader said: “In this wonderful hour, to see each other’s faces, not like at night, when all cats are brown.” And sometimes without tuning his voice very well (at first in ‘Elástica conciencia’, for example), but enduring like a titan in dancing and pastoring the parish, Pako PKO reached his peaks and excelled in two songs with intelligent lyrical grounds and diction of an inspired preacher: the delirious and picturesque parable ‘El sultán’, according to the Álava spokesperson a feminist song that stands against the heteropatriarchy (and the entire square cheering “pull me, pull me the couscous”), and the classic and well argued ‘The working class’ (and the square chanting “does the working class find out or not find out”, and Pako singing “if they throw me what to do, zer egin?”, and in the end concluding without lack of reason : “everything that was achieved in the 80s is being ripped off little by little”; yes, Pako, it is due to de-industrialization and to the fact that productivity has been stagnant for decades).
In octete (the microphone of the beloved leader, three brass, bass and drums, guitar and keyboards, three of the gregarious with caps), well-oiled, knowing the lesson and with the public fully involved in their party, Potato expressed their solidarity with “the saharahui people» (‘Sáhara’), they elaborated traditional and bus-like steady rock (‘Sube’), they reviewed their own classics (‘Rula’, ‘Miguelín el cashero’), they put the staff in dance (‘Jamaica ska’ was happy and contagious, like the Toasters, then ‘Pure waste’), they taught how to roll a joint (‘Glue’), Pako sang ‘No problem’ in English!, and they said goodbye with the version of ‘Monkey man’ by Toots & The Maytals (the one translated as “I jerk it off, very carefully”), which was when the only failure of the entire after-dinner or pre-snack occurred: an annoying fart from the sound system.
Next Saturday, June 17, the one-day minifesti called ‘Hirian’ (in the city) will take place in the Basurto neighborhood, also one-day, outdoors, with various stages and without charging admission. There will be people there, because it is easy to get there.
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