In one hand, Robe carries the guitar, which has fallen from his neck. He raises the instrument, as if he were an Apache with his rifle after the battle, because he prefers “to be an Indian than an important lawyer,” as the song that is playing says. With his other hand he waves to the 30,000 spectators. Sometimes, he bumps his fist into his chest over his heart, in a show of gratitude. He walks the stage from one end to the other, with a relaxed smile and a very shy expression. Behind him, the six musicians in his group ride the final instrumental part of Love, love, love and expand the soul. It’s one in the morning, a light wind cools a warm night in Madrid and Robe has just finished one of the concerts of his life.
If there is a group tattooed with fire on the skin of the fan, it is Extremoduro. For their anthems, for the charisma of their leader, for the respect earned. That’s why some entered the packed (all sold out) Miguel Ríos de Rivas Auditorium last night, exposing pending accounts: “Robe, you owe us the farewell tour of Extremoduro.” Well, even those were subjugated yesterday by the show that the Extremaduran offered, which managed to convince even the most nostalgic of Extremoduro that Robe has already turned that glorious page of Spanish rock, that now his project is another, that his fourth album solo, the one he presents on this tour and performed nine of the 10 songs, The air takes us away, It contains some of the best songs of his career, and his current band sounds outrageously good.
Robe concerts smell like a joint, taste like beer and announce the arrival of summer. They immortalize that moment of euphoria and happiness that will remain for a long time on the festive side of memory. There are few concert environments as enjoyable as the one last night, with an ideal temperature and with the prospect that you wouldn’t have to work the next day. It was a three-hour recital with perfect sound, with all the instruments distinguishing themselves. It seems obvious, but it is achieved in few rock shows: you hear the violin, also the sax; what a crisp guitar solo, and the piano keys cut through without conflict with the other instruments. And Robe’s voice, probably at the best moment of his career, smoothing out his harshness in the serene pieces and bringing out the shrapnel when things get brutal.
It happens in Robe’s concerts that there is almost a staging in the audience of what is heard on stage. Yes in Ellipsis He says “of hugs, of pure hugs. / Merged in a hug, die and in your arms begin again”, in the stands people were seen squeezing, friends fraternizing, couples kissing, the twenty-year-old son putting his arm around the father’s shoulder. Yes in The power of art he sings “I look up, and you can barely see anything, nothing that matters”, the audience listens to him and lives in the moment as if tomorrow we would be left without a world. And if in Go out He exhorts them to “drink”, well what do they want me to say: there the minis ran non-stop from hand to mouth.
The Extremadura native designed the first part with the least virulent repertoire of the evening, such as Destroy (what risk and what beauty to begin with: “I lost my dignity and sense of honor”), Goodbye, blue sky, the storm has arrived either The saddest song which sounded just as the sunset was leaving and the sky turned orange while Robe sang: “I have cried so much and I have cried so deep.” It was a lump in the throat moment. She performed three Extremoduro pieces in this first phase (Fourth movement: Reality, Standby and the beautiful If you go), because despite living in the present, in such a long concert there is room to reinterpret what one was. And he closed with two superb songs from his latest album, The bird man and The power of art. Robe already has his audience educated to savor these new songs, we could almost say elegant, where in some instrumental phase his fantastic band borders on symphonic jazz-rock. People also sing them, but from a calm posture, tasting them.
To say goodbye to this first part, Robe became Robe again and let out one of those hooligan phrases that characterized him in his early years: “We’re going to take a stop to piss, drink or do whatever you want, we’re in a free country. Of course, don’t let them see you.” After half an hour of rest, they offered 90 minutes of music, this time, hard, without respite. He mixed songs from his latest album (Make the ground shake either Traveling through the interior), two anthological pieces from his previous solo work, Maieutics (Second move: Philosophy shit and Fourth movement: I am not the owner of my emotions) and Extremoduro songs like Head down either Go out. And it closed with the apotheosis of Love, love, love and expand the soul. Tomorrow, everyone hoarse and with the feeling of having attended the best Spanish rock concert that can be seen today.
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