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Rock for the masses… (meat)

I put on the bib taekwondo before saying that this record is one of the most important cultural events that have occurred in this country; a frank revolution, as groundbreaking as the Literacy Campaign or Víctor Manuel. The self-confidence arrived and the euphemism died.

They already warned you almost at the beginning: “Asere, we're not going to say so many bad words on this album (...), if you say dick, fuck, they don't put you on the radio asere, besides, it's a dick that they don't put you on!”; and towards the end of Manuel, when Gorky repeats the refrain for the last time, but more slowly: “Oh Manuel! I know that you give the… pseñeserescarforestain… for a steak” and immediately the group says in chorus: “Ass!”. There is mockery first, and declaration, proclamation, gesture later. I am going to stop to analyze this last segment because I think it expresses very well what is Porn for Ricardo.

More than bad words, which are a species, the Porn are interested in cursed words, those that cannot be said, which are a genre. In his speech, dick and fuck have the same amount of pepper on top as perpetuate, executioner or tablets.

Before Gorki and Ciro, in Cuban music the cursed words were said obliquely (this parenthesis serves to excuse my ignorance about the local rap scene), with periphrasis and double meanings. Only exceptionally and sporadically did someone dare and take the nylon off the hottie. There is Santiago saying ass in Rock & Roll of Fulanito and Menganito, Varela with his marijuana cigarette by Like an angel, and Vanito giving us the unforgettable choral moment of divine script, that of … Habana Abierta brings it to you as a dick. But unlike the cursed words of Porno, the dick of Vanito and the dope of Varela have a heroic nuance, of "look how irreverent I am". Not in porn In Porn, after saying them so much, they have become normalized, they appear integrated into the tone of the discourse.

The word ass repeats itself ad nauseam Manuel. It is not necessary to mask it at the end. For this reason, because it is unnecessary, Gorky's unintelligible babbling in the epilogue of the theme is a montage, it is pure mockery of artists who do feel compelled to resort to dissimulation. The band parody first, by means of the false euphemism, and, two seconds later, it positions itself. The "Ass!" chorus ending is a manifesto, and means: "It's okay, imbecile."

I heard them for the first time in Lucas; I think with the video of the cake. Of the few appearances they had on national television. I don't remember how old I was, but I did have a strange feeling: I didn't like that but I couldn't stop looking. They also came out in live rope, in a program dedicated to humor in music. Ana María Rabasa had to invent that theme to justify her presence. Of course, they took advantage and made a demonstration. In a gesture similar to that made by Morrissey in the British television show Top of the Pops —when he replaces his microphone with a bouquet of flowers that ridiculed the entire scene and questioned the fact of acting with playbacks, these bratty kids put computer keyboards where guitars were supposed to be, and an accordion where bass was supposed to be. And it is that those who pigeonhole Porno para Ricardo, at least in this first stage, as a political-social band like Rage Against the Machine, or humorous like the Mojinos Escozíos, are wrong. The irreverence of the Porno goes further. It is pure spoiledness; because if. That's why it was so difficult to interview them, and that's why it hurt me so much to see Gorky, long after that live rope, in Miami, smiling and relaxed, surrounded by old people who said “bravo!” and they applauded him while he sang a shitty song about Raúl.

Rock for the masses… (meat) is the least political album of Porno, and the best. I don't think it has anything to do directly with this. After this album came very good songs with openly political content. But here anger has no surnames. It is because of the government, but also because of the family, morality, intolerance, lack of love; only anger, Vallejo would say.

Sexist, homophobic, racist, poorly recorded, punk; I put this album on the shelf of masterpieces. Here is the best Gorky (Ciro still did not get everything he had); the dissatisfied pioneer, the one with the tantrum and the scream, the one who was imprisoned afterwards, the one who still makes me nod until I have a stiff neck when, in Boat, He says: "And, changing the subject, did you see the soap opera yesterday? How did you taste that delicious candy that your dad gives you so you don't eat and stay full? Believe it or not, man is given to lies. Now I prefer a whore to pretend to me that she is in love and give her life for me; because more whore than the whore is my dick"

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