Presented by CQAF & Sunglasses After Dark.
Make no mistake – the music of Guadalupe Plata derives from the murkiest of depths. Channelling red hot passion for the blues into Hispanic roots, theirs is a sound that lingers in the sunset like a voodoo curse. Using flamenco terms, they describe their process as straining to be “podrío” to be rotten, and talk of “involution,” “duende,” and “hechizo” – supernatural terms of invocation, and, well, goblins. But then again, that’s what you’d expect – concocted in Úbeda , a town famed as a location for Spaghetti Westerns, the band’s unique blues sits like a cowboy soundtrack pulled from a zombie’s grasp by the Mississippi Blues greats, Os Mutantes, and Jon Spencer.
It is a pounding sound, blending blues, bebop and rockabilly to the Andalusian tradition, which draws from Romany, Sephardic and Moorish strains of music. Lyrically casting spells via a curious mythology centred around dogs, the devil, Christ, rats, black snakes and cats, where all the lovers are Frankie and Johnny. It bewitches listeners who may have never walked Úbeda’s mean streets, as it is possessed by the sense of space, sex and the magic of the night which belongs to both rock’n’roll and blue-collar folk art.
A band for which convention is a dirty word, it is only right that irregular methods create their distinctive tribal sound. Whether hammering out a rhythm on a handcrafted cigar box, a whisky bottle and old cans of coffee late at night, or combining traditional blues guitar riffs and jazz drumming with an electrified wash tub; their own take on the 19h century style instrument consisting a zinc basin sound box, a wooden stick which came from Úbeda’s graveyard and a chainsaw starter rope is chaotically blended with more conventional tools of the rock and roll trade.
Hosted by Sunglasses After Dark, those who gather can expect DJs spinning the rarest, greasiest and wildest records from the roots of 1950’s rock‘n’roll before and after the band until late.