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饾棖饾椉饾椈饾椈饾椉饾椆饾椆饾槅鈥欚潣 饾棖饾椉饾椏饾椈饾棽饾椏 - this week: Furg贸n - El Proyecto de Jorge Pendiente

Welcome all to 饾棖饾椉饾椈饾椈饾椉饾椆饾椆饾槅鈥欚潣 饾棖饾椉饾椏饾椈饾棽饾椏, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly - an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of 饾檳饾櫄饾櫖 饾樇饾櫑饾櫓饾櫈饾櫒饾櫓 饾檸饾櫏饾櫎饾櫓饾櫋饾櫈饾櫆饾櫇饾櫓 playlists.



Charles speaks but one language鈥


Andiamo! Despite my blood being decidedly foreign (not meaning I am ridden with germs), I am English. I mean, I was born in England, and have been here all my life. That makes me English, at least in the modern way of viewing things. Right? Well my foreign ancestry takes me back to two other places in the world. My native heritage lies in Italy and Ireland. Or Ireland and Italy, so as not to offend. I believe I am still roughly half English, but it may be less. I am not about to pay a rather large fee for someone to analyse my blood to find out. I don鈥檛 care enough. I am who I am, and that is fine with me. England is my love, and so is the English language. But I also feel a huge warmth and fondness for pretty much anything to do with Italy. I also quite like Guinness, when the time is right. And U2. When the time is right. But predominantly it is England that wins my heart. Paddy's Day is universally known and celebrated. On Saturday it was St. George's Day, otherwise known as England Day. Did you know? Would you have known if Google hadn't told you? 鈥淓ngland鈥 and 鈥淓nglish鈥 are pretty much seen as dirty words here in London. I can鈥檛 think why. It saddens me. Everyone should be proud of their own nation. Almost everyone. Ooh! Contention! Joking, of course.


You all know by now that I like words and I like language. I like to use language to describe exactly what I mean, and I like to have fun with it. Fluency is vital in this regard. It is because of this that I am almost entirely monolingual. If I can鈥檛 express myself and be myself, then I would rather be mute. 鈥淲ell shut up then!鈥 - as if that鈥檚 ever going to happen鈥 No, no. I will keep on spouting my thoughts and ramblings until I am forced to stop. But it will only ever be in English. My roots may be in Italy, but I can barely speak a word of Italian. I can speak a smattering of French, but nothing useful. I don鈥檛 know a jot of Spanish. Not even simple phrases like 鈥溌緿贸nde est谩 la estaci贸n m谩s cercana?鈥 (I had to look it up), because it鈥檚 not often I need to know the whereabouts of the nearest station in a Spanish speaking country鈥 To me, language is not about 鈥済etting by鈥, it is about communication, flow, comprehension, charm, form, balance, elegance, knowledge, education and wit. To wit? To WOO! You see? That鈥檚 just the kind of nonsense I like in language. As for Irish鈥 Well, what IS the top of the morning, in fact? The night? Or is it reversed and referring to the afternoon? Or perhaps middle-morn? Who knows. I can speak it, but I can鈥檛 FEEL it. Jokes aside, Gaelic baffles me. Can鈥檛 speak a word. It has the sound of Irish, but after just a few moments one realises one hasn鈥檛 understood a word. At least I THINK it was Gaelic鈥 Jokes, jokes and more jokes. We must remember to laugh. But yes, I am very much NOT a natural linguist, despite being a user of language. I cannot just PICK UP a language like I might pick an instrument I have never played before. Okay, anyone can physically PICK UP an instrument. That鈥檚 not quite what I mean. One needs to pick it up in order to attempt to play it. I AM a natural musician, so this comes easily to me. Speaking foreign languages however, is another thing entirely. People often say music and language are very much linked, and that an arty soul can usually flow from language to language with little hardship. I disagree. Words, maybe. But a whole new SET of words, oh no. It鈥檚 like plonking me in a chemistry class. I just don鈥檛 understand. Or perhaps talking to me about computer coding. I simply have no idea.


Aside from politeness, I don鈥檛 see much point in knowing 鈥淗ello, how are you?鈥. They will reply that they are fine, and that will be that. I cannot go any further. Pointless. Not me at all. I look stupid and boring. Maybe you all think I鈥檓 stupid and boring, but I don鈥檛 want to FEEL stupid and boring. Anyway. The great thing about music is that no matter how alien the sound, we can listen and interpret-et-et it. Our minds don鈥檛 spasm and spit back 鈥渢he number you have dialled has not been recognised, please try again later鈥. The music is simply THERE. Almost visually, at least for me. And so, when I come across a piece of music in a foreign language, although I am intrigued as to what the singer is singing about, I realise that half the time I don鈥檛 listen to the words even in English. So I tend to just think of the voice as being another instrument. A thoroughly organic and expressive instrument. Which it is. The greatest instrument in the world, in fact. And one that cannot be bought! Let us descend all the way to Argentina. One of many lands where Spanish is king.


Argentina, you say? But surely they speak Argentinian. Well they do. In the same way that North Americans speak "American". Speaking of North America, it is one of the major exporters of great music, alongside Britain and Canada. But lately there have been some heavy competitors. The Philippines for example, but most notably, Argentina. And THIS is why we are here today. It should be bloody hot as we are slowly coming into summer, but of course they have backwards seasons. The good old Southern Humphisphere and all that. I meet up with someone by the name of Jorge Pendiente. He refuses to show his face. He is rather peculiar and quiet, yet confident and standoffish. He gives little away about his personality. Boy with a toy? Bloke with a smoke? Chap with a cap? Dude with a snood? Guy with a tie? Gent with a tent? Bro with a mo鈥? Man with a van鈥? Whoever he is, he hiding behind something. I鈥檒l go with man with a van. Or, un hombre con una furg贸n. And with the whisk of a cape, he is gone. We barely even had time to say 鈥淗ola, 驴c贸mo est谩s?鈥! This person insists on being the star of the show, yet never has the decency to stick around! Such arrogance, in my opinion. I guess his band will have to continue without him. I gather they are however very much used to this. Enter, El Proyecto de Jorge Pendiente.


It is maybe because of this permanent active role as the understudy, that the band has become the most incredibly talented bunch of musicians. The only quartet in the world with 3 members. Jorge doesn鈥檛 even bother to show up to rehearsals anymore, and frankly he is not missed. I don鈥檛 know why they let him take all credit. Despicable behaviour, really. Anyway! El Proyecto de Jorge Pendiente is a stunningly original trio (let鈥檚 called it that), full of enthusiasm and excitement. Their latest release is a brand new EP called Tiempos Ecl茅cticos, translating as Eclectic Times. This is just about the perfect name for such an assortment of goodies. It is full of rock, prog, funk, hip-hop (sort of) and even reggae - all in just 6 songs! Furg贸n (Van) was my personal pick of the day. Due to what I鈥檝e said earlier, I will not be going into the lyrics, because I can鈥檛. But my WORD (as it were), I don鈥檛 need the words. The music is simply phenomenal! Even without the words, there is a good dollop of humour, that to me is slightly reminiscent of the 60s/70s Brazilian band, Os Mutantes (listen to their track Top Top, for an example). Back to El Proyecto dJP, led by singer and guitarist Lucas Pellegrini, we have Federico Busse on bass, and Mat铆as Lombardo on drums and vocals. And WHAT a drummer!!! The amount of times recently that I have been blown away by drummers of bands in the New Artist Spotlight. Such a thrill! The whole song is impeccably mixed to perfectly compliment the immense power of these three musicians. As I often say, I don鈥檛 think there is a great deal of point in going into the music here, because my humble words simply cannot do it justice. No one鈥檚 can. That is the power of music. It has to be heard to be believed. It has to be heard to be felt. Music is a little like food in that respect. Our ears are like our tastebuds. All I can do is recommend a restaurant. The rest is up to you. But having begun this thrilling train ride, believe me, you won鈥檛 want to get off.


The last thing you鈥檒l be asking is 鈥溌緿贸nde est谩 la estaci贸n m谩s cercana?鈥


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Ed Eagle
Ed Eagle
Apr 27, 2022

Great review as always, CC! This needs to be a meme:


Music is a little like food in that respect. Our ears are like our tastebuds. All I can do is recommend a restaurant. The rest is up to you.

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Charles Connolly
Charles Connolly
Apr 27, 2022
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Haha! Yes indeed. Part of the rather large edition: "CC's Book of Memes"...

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So much fun. You monolingual entity! Great text as usual

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Charles Connolly
Charles Connolly
Apr 27, 2022
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Thank you Carlos! Thank you for reading.

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Liz James
Liz James
Apr 26, 2022

Fantastic! Saw the Englanders reference to a Mr. Guazzelli there! Haha! Had to listen straight off the bat as hadn't heard the song yet. Really fantastic and extremely reminiscent of Os Mutantes for sure! That stop start beat and comedy, just brilliant. Great review Mr. C. Them wurdz in englanderish are more than suffice!

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Charles Connolly
Charles Connolly
Apr 26, 2022
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Ha! Anything "pro-England" gets Andres' goat. So pleased you see the Os Mutantes thang there. Rather surprised you've heard of them. But then again, you do now live in Bratheeil. This song is just so FUN! And kicks like an aggravated donkey.

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