This was the evening program: The daughters of mom are the Xiberotar Choir, the blues rock group Doctor Mephisto, the experimental hardcore-rap of Zoo, the new Kuartz group and the quartet Dama Baztango metalcore to continue to pull their shoulders. These groups of different styles ignited curiosity in the public and soon heated the environment.

While all the groups that touched deserve a chronicle, it will be dedicated to the Kuartz group.

Kuartz, is a couple who plays the stoner rock intense. Ibes Mongabure on guitar and singing, before we met him in the metal group Hurmurao. Ibes also works low thanks to a very elaborate technique. No one doubted that he would make a strong guitar sound, but in this new group he has also shown his talent as a singer.

On the battery was Oihan Delavigne, whom I never saw playing. This helps a lot and a lot of the Ibes riffs, and I watched their game with pleasure.

There we have the couple: very elaborate songs, a beautiful cohesion between both, with the aim of extolling the public.

I've long loved stoner music, the style that Kyuss created in the 1990s by uniting blues, rock and metal in the Californian desert. Despite the fact that many stoners have been heard in recent years, Kuartze has shown us that he had a lot to say, and there is no doubt that the group that started giving concerts this summer already has its own personality. The group does not work the psychedelic face of the stoner, but correction, strength and melody of style. The style codes are there, but they have been able to create delicacy and surprise by mixing the influences. Beautiful melodies, dynamic riffs, quieter passages as well, that don't allow us time to get bored.

Despite his humble attitude on the scene, he is encouraged by the pleasure of playing, and thanks to good and elaborate songs, they transmit energy for training. So far I've tried to convince you about the theoretical aspects, but when I turned the brain off and thought about the senses, I can simply say that that night Kuartze threw firewood. The friends in the front row have spent all the time dancing, jumping, screaming, smiling on our lips. Another beer! What rock’n’roll!