Shame, defilement, degradation, manipulation, usury ... all that and more has become the once legendary Rock in Rio Rotten by the desire to make money from their owners first came to Brazil for the first time betraying his own name which indicated venue, Rio de Janeiro. Since then celebrate sought to make more money annually roaming various cities such as Lisbon, Madrid, Buenos Aires became the worst of the circus, like a trademark or a NBA franchise instead of the longest established festival and popularity the planet. But the worst betrayal perpetrated by the mob that has rights, divorce for the second time the event name your poster degrading going from bands like AC / DC, Rod Stewart, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Sepultura, Scorpions, Red Hot Chili Peppers Guns n 'Roses, Whitesnake, or Queen, formations and artists who may be famous in Spain there are world-class (except two or three). We are talking about the most important international festival in the world and in Spain we have the embarrassment of collecting the radio format concubinage as Estopa gypsy or accompanied by Canto del Loco people really mediocre in the international music scene or just finishes like Jamiroquai. Radiobasura up in the soup, how will recognize that the most important festival groups should be banned in the 40? So neither rock nor river, POP IN RIO.

That is the closure in which these people live in impoverished by festival organizers stinginess and exclusionary because it ignores other genres including everything that sounds like electric guitar, that is, its origins. That is the ignorance of all the sheep that the scammer will pay 69 euros net for a day and as gentlemen attending an event that does not even have time continuum (which has seen a festival and divided into several weekend) a basic to disconnect, offset and meet people from everywhere. They say it's for charity but all I see are already taking other artistuchos paying exorbitant amounts. Enriched but, yes, "For a Better World" as its motto says, making it now Olé his balls, while sheep and believe it to pay, no problems. As will be indoctrinated orderly flock to bleat their idols, artists that are not worth a penny, nor will the history of music as it has done this late festival. Rest in peace.

As you read it. Arturo Perez Reverte has just been lit by metal (for some the only true faith), which always seemed to recognize noise despite the excitement and feeling that the songs jebis heartbreaking. And recognizes it was wrong, if you do not think here you have this small recognition for so many sons of thunder (sometimes misunderstood) like the one I wrote:

Gothic corsets and Valkyrie helmets

I'm not very fond of music, except when a song-song, tango, bolero, run, some sort of jazz-tell stories. Nor am I ever hooked metal music. I mean we call heavy or jevi but not always be so, for she was the origin of it, is today a more substyle. Always wary of the decibel limit, thundering guitars and vocals that require effort to learn what they are going. The rhythmic foundation, the intricacies of low strings and metalheads, beyond my little selective hearing. With some exceptions, such compositions and lyrics always seemed marginal noise and want to kick ass, with all the paraphernalia porculizante of Satan, churris Motorcycles fucking society. Including where they got into gardens ideological demagoguery of the extreme left and extreme right-deep subnormality. And so on.
However, one thing I will say in my defense. Of all the life I fell better these cenutrios casting a spit on everything that Christ triunfitos smug, and jumping clones, so blond, brown, curly and shining them, so chochidesnatadas them with their megapijerías, their unique tomato and coated paper, and all that chorrez packaged in plastic and vacuum. At least, I concluded long, metalheads have rabies and have eggs, and although sometimes with the clamp loose and made ​​a carajal, it tends to be things, ideas, faith or anger that give the grill and remove, not how many seats will the garage of the house purchased in Miami when they can succeed and that vacuous crap on TV like Ricky, as Paulina, as Henry.
But what I want to talk today is of metal music. It happens that in recent times, to old age, smallpox, I have discovered, surprisingly, interesting things about it. Among others, that music is divided into many parcels where there is everything: absurd hogwash illiterate and compositions worthy of study and respect. Although it may seem strange and contradictory, the word culture is not alien to a part of that world. If one ear on the tangle of confused voices and guitars blaring, sometimes encountered with lyrics that abound in literary references, historical and mythological films. I confess that I just discovered, amazed, among this chaos we call metal music, to groups that have been good movies and read good books with unbridled passion. It was a fascinating exercise track, between decibel noise and voices often torn and confused, stories ranging from Thermopylae to Sarajevo and Baghdad, including the Crusades, the conquest of America, Lepanto. As is the case, for instance, Iron Maiden and Alexander the Great. Mythology-Virgin Steele, for example, and his foray into pre-Christian Greek-metalhead is another strong point: Mesopotamia, Egypt, the Iliad and the Odyssey, the Roman world or the Arthurian cycle. There, the Scandinavian and Anglo-Saxon groups who sing in English monopolize the vanguard in a while, but it is only fair to recognize a strong Spanish contribution, with groups that effectively manage their land fertile mythology: Asturias, Basque Country, Catalonia and Galicia. Neither film is foreign to the subject; epics, horror or science fiction, The Wars, Blade Runner, Dune, the old tapes of series B, flourish everywhere in points metaleras. The same applies to literature, from The Lord of the Rings to Treasure Island or The Song of the Cid. Anything is possible, after all, in music where the Magma Group sings in the official language of the planet Kobaia-that only they understand, the screwed up, while others do so in the languages ​​of Middle Earth. Wizard of Oz Where referred-The cross of Santiago, Captain Alatriste and Avalon Don Pelayo. Lust Segovia where the same ironic about the hypocrisy of the Catholic Church in sexual matters make off letters on Mozart and Salieri porno or tell, epic commoner revolt of Castile. And it's not just about pimps bizarre, shorn of fringe and suburban guan opera singing dodgy with gothic corset Valkyrie helmet. Now I know-I am sorry not to have known before-that metal music is also a rich and fascinating, unexpected path by which many young people will huddle today Spanish culture that denied both official idiot. The group Rioja Holy Land is an obvious example: the ballad about the poem The Song of the Pirate got what thirty years of educational reforms have failed presumably in this country of ministers garbage. That, in concert, thousands of young people recite loudly to Espronceda without skipping a comma.

Bravo, bravo bravo thousand times. Reverte Txapó again.