|A great trip to unknown lands!
|Peruvian band El Hijo de la Aurora (‘the son of dawn’) was formed in Lima
in May 2008. When he left Don Juan Matus, drummer and composer (it helps
when you want to create your own band) Joaquin Cuadra hooked up with another DJM
member, guitarist Manolo and released a first album under the moniker El Hijo
de la Aurora at the end of 2008.
Anyone who had the opportunity to catch some of the volatile excentric notes escaped from the psychedelic soundscapes of Don Juan Matus has got a right hint of the kind of heady fragrances El Hijo de la Aurora release: they smell like magic! Magic mixed with a colourful folk dance amidst a blurry cloud of esoteric perfumes.
Look into the hypnotic eye of The Son; he’ll capture you in his magnetic spell, moving slowly, like a snake on the ancient rocks of the Andean slopes. The lyrics are sung in Spanish in a rough direct way, and without any affectation. In fact, the guy sounds like an old peasant farmer, both feet on the ground, a slight irony in his eyes, but the head in the clouds and the face turned toward the vast horizon. The rhythms alternate cleverly between grooving distorted parts, gently hissing, and uninhibited lively Rock fiestas, where everybody is tapping one’s feet and nodding one’s head; but don’t get too excited, because when you least expect it, here comes a sweet soft chant to charm you and lead you to more unexpected doominess: the band has a lot of extra beats in his hat to throw you off.
What could sound as a random peregrination in the wilds of Peruvian nature turned out to be some kind of occult initiation; witchcraft is in the air, and its power is scattered in those bewitching, disconcerting verses. Along the various compositions, The Son takes advantage of every subtlety of a complex songwriting; he never lets go of your hand (track 3 is a stunning example of the band’s ability to resort to all sort of tools, moods and sound layers: 14 minutes of strange very Uriah Heep-esque keyboard lines, appeased then pounding bass chord, tranquil then vivid drumming, barking voice and frightened cries); the voyage is altogether dark and bright, raw and smooth, it makes for an absolutely enthralling experience!
I’d say the main feature of El Hijo de la Aurora is their spontaneity. Although rather intricate, the music flows naturally, effortless, always keeping a strong presence and a rough primeval force (the old folk song featured on track five is a good example of that rustic, simple edge). The range of emotions and sonic colours is really surprisingly varied: as the album develops, shifting from one long epic to a minimalist folk song, you never stop looking everywhere with amazement; just now, you are granted with a mournful nocturnal crooning show, and the next step, you’re surrounded by bouncing notes, groovy chords that swing like the best seventies prog bands, from Cream to Jethro Tull over Blue Oyster Cult... before you’re thrown in the warm bosom of a sad lullaby leading you gently to the end of the album. A great trip to unknown lands!
1. El Ojo Hipnótico
2. Der Golem
4. Libro de las Sombras
5. El Espejo de la Bruja
6. Más Allá de Toda Pena
9. Cuentos del Bosque
Duration : Approx. 45 minutes
Visit the El Hijo de la Aurora bandpage.