Raúl Moreno Maestre 'El Perla' (Seville, 1979) had been working on this for ages, polishing his shoes and guitar to get ready to record. Thirty years walking the path, without rushing. Things are either done right or not at all. Not sinning into extreme perfectionism, but without rushing, because otherwise, you don't get the sound you want. asparagusAll this inherited from Manuel MolinaThe fear is not of the penman, but of himself, aware that part of his legacy is his work, this that sees the light with the humility of the greats –which runs through him–, with love and a deep respect for the masters and the fans, paying homage and as a thank you for everything he learned.
My path It's a fantastic album that shows him enjoying himself and feeling deeply. It flows from the experiences that have been etched in his memory since he was a child, captivated by the little rooms of Torres Macarena sticking to the laments of renowned flamenco singers and some die-hard fans, although he already played the guitar almost self-taught because his father needed someone to accompany him to sing.
The That's the first thing. He opens his debut album by dedicating it to his father and mother with the extraordinary percussion of Isidro Suárez In a bohemian style that, with its licks and tremolos, caresses nostalgia, sketching seemingly simple yet musically intoxicating fingerpicking. In two minutes it captivates, resonates deep within, and soothes the senses before wandering off along seven more paths.
The walk arrives A Morentetangos in which he paraphrases with creative personality The Star. And it is precisely Estrella Morente She exudes sweetness, contributing to the well-deserved tribute. Perla shines, accompanying with servitude, capturing each turn without skipping the transition tones, drones or strums with supreme delicacy to envelop the sweetness of a privileged voice with silken melismas that nestles in the violin's flourishes. Gloria Warne and it keeps time with the bass of The BachiIsidro plays the palmas, just marking the time.
To glory It is carried by the feet of Pepe Torres placeholder image and the throat of cracked crystals of Pruna Blonde in the soleá por bulerías to Uncle Ramónwhere El Perla stands out greatly, earning a doctorate cum laude in flamenco and rhythm, stringing together falsetas that can be savored by combining old-fashioned techniques with touches of the new Sevillian school. Joseph of Mode he plays the percussion and the palmas sound Edu Gomez y Naim.
"'My Path' is a fantastic album in which Raúl El Perla shows himself to be enjoying himself and feeling deeply. It flows from the experiences that have been etched in his memory since he was a child and would become mesmerized in the little rooms of Torres Macarena "He was sticking to the laments of renowned flamenco singers and some die-hard fans, although he already played the guitar almost entirely on his own because his father needed someone to accompany him when he sang."
It is located in the Lemon Tree Courtyard with the melodious cadences of Juanfra Carrasco wondering what's wrong with him flamenco, searching for their teachers. Some relaxed bulerías with arrangements by Jose Nieto Without any harshness, perfectly blended with the almost minimalist touch of El Perla, combining freshness and orthodoxy, within the pot, with aftertaste and elegance.
Those times he learned from Chocolate, embroidering also the silences, while his bones creaked in his laments, they are distilled, perfuming Cinnamon and cloves with the commotion of Rubio de Pruna. Raúl's guitar was pregnant with falsettos jondoand black with the thickness of the gypsy throat of Antonio Nunez In memory. His voice is heard. Arpeggios and strumming pay homage to him. cante This Jerez native, raised in La Alameda, saw in a child from the La Macarena neighborhood the celebrated guitarist who today wounds us in the seguiriya that tastes to me of the sensitivity given by the airs of Morón mixed with Ricardian winks.
It sneaks in The Perchel a man from Malaga to dedicate the bulería to The Chinese with the rich voice of Eli Santiagocheered on by Loca y José de El PerchelTrilling with gusto over the six silver rivers of his Bajañí, spilling the poise that the tercios ask of him, overflowing with sound and style.
The reddish swallow of Duquende, the friendly strings of Josemi Carmona, the bass of Julián Heredia And once again Isidro's percussion joins in the rumba The little corner in honor of the great chief Paco de LucíaApproaching its sonic concept, without imitations or crude imitations, but as a perpetual reverence to the one whom El Perla once mistook for a parking attendant, an anecdote that united them in the jovial bond of a beautiful friendship. The ending is tremendous.
With flavors of the Albarizuelo terroir, the album closes by bowing down once again to bulerías From Manuel to Morao arriving in Jerez Diego del Morao with whom he shares the spotlight and the sing-song rhythm, cradling the onslaughts of Duquende and Tana –superb–. Catchy melodies, age, and taste fill the exuberance of this track. And if Juanito de Mode is up to his old tricks again, they are The Breast, Manuel valencia, Daniel BonillaEdu Gómez, Naím, Pepe Torres and Rubio de Pruna are the ones who are signing up with the palmas to close the door from the inside and lose yourself in the after-party revelry My path.
El Perla debuts his discography playing as he is, without adhering to click tracks or a metronome, releasing a hot, simple, and precise work. Always accompanying the cante, which he is truly enamored with, and not only by playing the bronze of his bass strings but also by touching the hearts of the fans who eagerly awaited his precious debut. ♦
