They also convinced Pole and Ptazeta on the first day of the festival
Firm step, reception on the knees of the sunset, barrage of songs, scattering of styles and the illusion already characteristic of every live musical fuse lit after the bewilderment. The
first edition XS of FAN FUTURA He started his musical section last Thursday with the word restart tattooed on his forehead and a considerable handful of great moments to keep in the pockets of a summer that, since yesterday afternoon and night, has made us shiver a little less in the palm of the hands. hands.
Thus, clenching his fists well, with his jaw ready in his trench to face the challenge of accompanying the bombardment of rhymes and refrains and with the invaluable help of an enclosure, the sports center of the municipality of San Javier, as the perfect setting for the return to the old ways, the
expected festival began his journey with, nothing more and nothing less, that
seven concerts. In this way, FAN FUTURA made it clear that here they come to play under the rules of double or nothing. And he started with several aces structuring each of his sleeves.
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Too bad that, on the first stake,
Rojuu He was not very wise, giving a performance in which he did not seem comfortable at any time. Perhaps it was the nerves, the surprising lack of connection with the public, the fight that dealt with a sound that ended up clearly winning the fight or even the sadness that he confessed to feeling for the departure of Messi from our football, but the truth is that the Catalan artist did not convince even with ‘Slenderman’, ‘Umi’ or ‘How much time do we have left?’, the most outstanding songs of a repertoire that sounded disoriented and erratic on too many occasions.
A bad taste in the mouth that disappeared completely the instant that
Pole He appeared on a stage that he made his own from the first minute and which he did not let go of until his farewell. As close as he is full, as inspired as he is magnetic, the young man from Toledo swept through a series of songs in which one enters with the ease of ice in the first coffee of the August morning, melting with the melodic cadence of the accessible and the nostalgia for the ephemeral. A concert that did not need, far from it, an excessive extension to achieve moments of total communion like the ones starred in ‘Fortunately’; ‘The last summer’; ‘Amor de verbena’ and its unmistakable flavor of early 21st century Spanish rock; the magnificent ‘Roma’ and ‘Batmóvil’; or a ‘El plan’ with a delicious disco touch.
And so, once the enthusiasm was found among the public that sold out the tickets for this first day, it was time for the regional double with Murcia
Daniel Sabater and Walls, who demonstrated the flagrant error that has always lived alongside the topic that no one is a prophet in their land. Especially satisfactory was the first of them with one of those concerts in which everything seems to work to the maximum of its possibilities, from the smallest detail to the most chanted chorus. Sabater, capable of transmitting the evident happiness he felt at being in front of an audience as massive as it was delivered, signed great interpretations of such valuable pop pieces as’ Menta ‘,’ Helado ‘, the delicate’ How do you want me to get angry ‘or’ The sofa ‘, his most accomplished song to date, at one of those concerts that you wish would last (much) longer. Luckily, we are talking about an artist whose path has only awakened. We are ready to accompany you.
Conviction similar to that which can be felt with a
Walls whose proposal bets much more on the box of freed guitars, a decision that further enhances on stage songs such as ‘I love (s)’ or ‘Ya no soy yo’, but also transmits that admirable feeling of humility, honesty and genuine illusion that accompanies any prologue close to glory. Despite not reaching the rotundity of Pole and Sabater, the Murcian artist went from less to more in a performance that, to the aforementioned rock convulsions, should be added the leave ska of ‘Mírame’ and the fervor unleashed by the fantastic ‘Qué bien you had left ‘and’ Until the neighbor calls us’.
A passion that was not only maintained but grew strongly with the appearance of
Marc Seguí, one of the most anticipated names of this edition. Ignoring the controversies that have surrounded him in recent weeks and focusing his gaze on the strictly musical, the truth is that it is not difficult to understand the reasons for his success. Granted, certain poses or newcomer idol tics can be a bit burdensome because of what they are obvious and lazy, but when hits like ‘Gameboi’ are played; ‘Lies’, with poisoned dart to Tip stool; ‘Doing na’; a ‘Contigo loca’ with an eighties airs; or the most celebrated, and rightly so, ‘Shooting’, the surrender is required. Diamond to be polished, yes, but diamond.
Something else is
Pol Granch. His is an almost perfect formula in which two fundamental aspects are combined to grab the flag on top: charisma and talent. It’s not just about being a star, that’s what we talked about, but about behaving like a star. Move on stage like a star. Confuse, challenge and hypnotize like a star. Even fail like a star. And Granch complies with each and every one of these unwritten laws, which makes his triumph practically inevitable. If to all this we add a voice that in direct incorporates interesting layers of gravity and playful drama and songs as irresistible as ‘Lücky Charm’, ‘Sorry for the hours’, ‘No pegamos’ or ‘Chocolatito’, that of the French artist. Spanish reaches tsunami levels. Unstoppable.
A gale after which
Ptazeta She appeared on stage ready to keep the bar for intensity. Mission accomplished. The Canarian knows what she is doing, she has the attitude and presence necessary to do it and, of course, the ideal repertoire for it. It is there, in the realm of what is certain, where they are located ‘Ayer la vi’, ‘Mami’, the fiery reggaeton of ‘Trakatá’, the sharp rhyme of ‘Message sent’ or the fierceness of the brutal ‘Be yourself’, the best of a series of songs that shined with the exclusive help of their inherent potential. It did not take anything more, and nothing less, for Ptazeta to dazzle.
Great outcome for a first day with which the
FAN FUTURA XS gave no option to breathe, managing to round off a day that was an outburst of personality, a declaration of principles, a concert marathon, a train of intentions and a crowd bath for a series of artists who treasure today and tomorrow in their songs. And this is only the beginning.