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Cannonball / Polaroid Indie Band

I have heard Cannonball (2020), the most recent album by Polaroid Indie Band, about four times already. I have gone back to his two previous albums and, as I had feared ever since Juan Carlos Suárez warned me that everything Cannonball was sung in English, I had a hard time recognizing the band I fell in love with once (and which was called Polaroid then, just plain). At the end of the fourth tour of the eight tracks of the phonogram, the prominence of the guitars and the new arrangement of Cameos It's the only thing that brings me back to 2015, when I met them. This does not mean that the Polaroid of Cannonball be better or worse than Agora Havana (Bis Music, 2016) and Agora Argentina (Acqua Records, 2015), no. It means that they are two different bands, and I suspect that this has been precisely Juan Carlos's intention. Hence the name of the album.

I ask him and he tells me, precisely, that Cannonball because it breaks with what he had done on previous albums. Dynamite, almost from the ground up, the walls on which his work as a composer had been built and that, after the break that the band took when it disintegrated (although not disappeared) in 2016, it was necessary to reinvent everything. And so he did, to the point of composing in English and almost completely changing the band's sound to indie rock and folk. 

It is a completely handmade and independent album, Juan Carlos assures me, recorded and produced by him and the guitarist Alejandro Bonzon (who also signs all the arrangements), the two members of the group today, and I think that therein lies another beauty of Cannonball, of what counts. 

This album speaks, above all, of being reborn. 

And it speaks, this time from a less visual and much more emotional poetry, of change, of searching within ourselves for the strength and love to be, and to achieve what we set out to do. That's how he sings it in To Be Born, fifth track: “Friend, your time has come, / time Of The Rising Song, / no matter what, / You will become a cannonball, / to cannonball”. But from the opening the disc announced, perhaps, the purpose of this new production; in Summoned, which means “summoned”, Juan Carlos sings: “It's time to heat the stones / inside the fire, / time for shaking hands, / to love someone, to cradle”. Time to get back to the music, I hear, or let her get back to him. And that will is, above all, in an issue like Cimarron where the artist assures that although sometimes it is necessary to flee, to look for shelters far from pain, let's not make a mistake, he'll rise again

I can't help but feel deeply autobiographical about this album. And at the same time transition. But don't enter the Polaroid of Surf and this one that plays on my player today; but between this one that debuts in English and the one that will come. 

Like Cannonball It was a record they needed to shake off and leave behind later. I think it was necessary, but not a future benchmark for a band that, now in these parts of music, must (re)find its sound. 

Diana Ferreiro Journalist and editor almost all the time. Addicted to ink and the color red. He writes less than he wants to and listens to more sad music than he should. "Coffee, beer and perreo" as a mantra. More posts

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