{"id":12321,"date":"2022-10-14T00:00:18","date_gmt":"2022-10-14T04:00:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/?p=12321"},"modified":"2022-10-13T13:16:58","modified_gmt":"2022-10-13T17:16:58","slug":"los-perros-isla-escarlata","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/magazineampm.com\/en\/los-perros-isla-escarlata\/","title":{"rendered":"The Dogs \/ Scarlet Island"},"content":{"rendered":"

There are songs that speak for multitudes, born from artists who understand that music, like art itself, responds to the context and place where it arises. In Cuba, one of the few that takes the risk of creating a coherent discourse between our reality and creation is the duo Isla Escarlata. This is not accidental, of course. Since the foundation of the project in November 2020, Samuel Delgado and Javier Sampedro have been clear about their intention to use the song as a reflection of the country they inhabit. And, as they themselves would say: to difficult times, consistent songs.<\/span><\/p>\n

that contains <\/span>Dogs<\/span><\/i>, the recently released second EP by the duo and, although my intuition told me that I wouldn't find a Samuel singing to Jaruco, or some artists blindly throwing darts at a target, they never cease to amaze me with this narrative. I speak of narrative because the three songs that make up this production have a discursive unity that travels, first, through <\/span>The fear<\/span><\/i>, then by <\/span>Dogs<\/span><\/i> -second <\/span>track<\/span><\/i> namesake to the material\u2014and finds its outcome in <\/span>the shouting<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n

When you create a project as well thinking as this one, the following happens: independently, each topic makes sense, but if they are analyzed as a whole they acquire greater meaning. For example, in the first <\/span>track<\/span><\/i> is heard, as an element that invokes fear: <\/span>If I exist, their dogs find me, delete me<\/span><\/i>\u2026 In the second, a transition is already noticeable: \u2026<\/span>if you let your dogs out here I'll wait for them, I'm not going to run<\/span><\/i>. Fear no longer exists, it has evolved. And, once we get to the third track, the release happens, to complete the circle: <\/span>Today I bit the chain. Today I bury my sorrows. My veins bled. His rage does not condemn me. I go out to the street to celebrate with shouting. I go out with mine to form the shouting<\/span><\/i>.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n