Joan Colomo ‎– Producto Interior Bruto Vol. 2 CD

Colomo, Joan ‎– Producto Interior Bruto Vol. 2 CD

In dark times our ancestors read the future in the warm entrails of birds. Heir to DIY, Joan Colomo opens up and goes down into his own mine, where the sun does not shine and everything is dark and gloomy - at night you can't sleep, sleeping is like dying -, where there are only doubts and sorrows - giving blind sticks in the noble art of going crazy -, where he discovers that everything is a farce - the grotesque mission of being a human plus learning to deal with sterile modernity - and his way of surviving - music is my prozac -.

Obsessive, the pale miner from Chinatown fully exploits and drills the seam of songs that his raw interior produces. To distract himself, he talks to himself and kills entire families of rats in the underground galleries with laughter. These are the delusions caused by the abuse of the loopstation, the pernicious influence of the bizarre CDs recorded by Mau, the gin and tonics mixed with radio formula, the latest indie vintages from the US, the cuts and the infected current television programming...

Wandering around the subsoil, he picks his nose and voilà!, the inspiration – drunk with life, poetry and virtue, drunk with songs that talk about malsons, drunk this night and ends linfinity -, scratches his armpit and ties two Phrases – How to end this disbarat? if we don't plantem ja ens we can anar Mart-, he farts and we already have a hit – els destil·lats i la constitució, 2-. He doesn't need any parakeet: Joan Colomo, the Melody Maker, breaking stone since 1992.