Saturday night, family atmosphere, personal fatigue and yet you want to go out in the street. You have to go to the Helldoradora. Ahead of a band we hadn't learned the name of, was Ebbot Lundberg, who was the singer of the Soundtrack Of Our Lives group, who we heard so much in his day.
“Who is it before?”
“Some stupid Spaniards,” said those who stayed the night before in Hondarribia – Pasavento, or.
“And Ebbot right?”
“I have to do the double.
What is punctuality, we only hear the last part of the last song in the first group: Pasavento; Madrid; the only work published last year in Bandcamp. We only had to wait for the Swedes. Will it be a verbena? Will Union Carbide Productions play? What about TSOOL? Is Ebbot fit? Well, to all the questions we answer, we answer that yes to climb the table and for the third major Ebbot Lundberg, a galley man, and his youth crew, who will barely be
20 years old, got on stage before the first beer ended. All with the face painted, the face would be serious. They started with the theme To Be Continued by For The Ages To Come, which they published together. But they immediately launched the repertoire of the previous Ebbot groups: Grand Canaria of TSOOL and then Chameleon Ride of UCP.
So it was the whole concert, bringing together the songs of these three groups in Lundberg, now the songs of one, now the songs of the other. Some would say it looked like a group of tributes, and maybe it would be right. I don't think so. It was said that they had played a version. That of Alice Cooper, that of Pink Floyd and that of The Pekenikes, as I read in the specialized press. But, to be honest, they were free from me, and they all seemed to create songs from the same group, from the same head. And that head is Ebbot Lundberg.
He's been playing with one band or another for years, but as he taught us in Helldorado, he's still in shape. It's true that it's not one of those typical frentres of the rock scene. Fat, slow, dressed in a dark robe, a little right-handed dancer, with a rare attitude (almost half concert with the pandero in his head). But it's got something, it's charisma, it's the one that makes the songs twirl with a hymn. And of course, the songs aren't that big. The band, The Indigo Children, also collaborated, of course. Although they were young (or because they were), they showed great flexibility and salt, certainly the opposite. With the sports dictionary, the Swedish quarry comes with strength.
So a band, supposedly too young, and a singer, who should already be very tired, played the songs they heard 10,000 times, and supposedly, against, it was terrible. You know there's something strange, something you can't explain, something direct that you can't repeat. There are also those who have heard at the end of The Soundtrack Of Our Lives hugging The Passover.