El Pier of Delights from Seville lived up to its name by sheltering the caramelized twists of Dew Moon at the opening of the cycle Cafe Singer from the local Port of Cuba-Café del Río Group La razaIn an atmosphere of warm intimacy and closeness for a privileged small audience, her sweet notes and silky, deep voice were enjoyed from close range.
I reiterate in part what I once said: "The cante de Dew Moon It's like a little kiss on the neck, like a nibble on the ear. It raises goosebumps with warmth and spills the honey of her sweet voice dripping with syrup. She has a hypnotic sensitivity. Everything about her is beautiful. She seduces with her gestures, her features, and the way she curls her melismas. Don't look for the blackness of a scratching moan in her features. Her tone doesn't fit a pellizco. He laments softly. His cante It is not unfathomable pain, it is pure Vaseline. To which I now add that it does pinch and scratch, because it is curdling, forging in its throat of flowery garlands the metals that whip and creak, although the lashes are enjoyed and the creaks do not disturb.
The Guadalquivir in the background and a cozy and charming place was the setting for the ceremony of elegance in the cante. Emilio Castaneda y The Petete They marked the paths of the jingle with dull and whole chimes, drawing with their palmas the secrets of the compass. Francis Gomez The guitar embellished the accompaniment just enough to shine without stealing the place from Rocío, who was especially lucid in the bordoneos and tiraíllos.
"Yes, it pinches and scratches, because it is curdling, forging in its throat of flowery garlands the metals that whip and creak, although the lashes are enjoyed and the creaks do not disturb"
Rocío opened the recital with the soleá of Pineapple that the cane begins, always remembering The Hen, although she imprints so much personality on it that she makes it her own. The closing also through Triana, as the canons dictate. That's how she began to strut. Nothing and less than the eight in the ebony of the bajañí, reveling in the cadences, tempering her blessed throat to delight the audience. She is Lámpara Minera, and she pushed the Levante to Seville to revalidate the scepter granted, because she embroidered the two bodies. Tremendous. She swayed through tangos with unparalleled taste, evoking the echoes of Pastora, without imitations, but touched by its heartbeats, to look at itself later in the Granada of Dying, culminating with a nod to The star and the mantra of the acclaimed creator: Because it was night. It did not sound strident even in the attacks. It contained the cante so as not to reach the cry, without relieving herself, giving it her all. But the ducas are in the low notes. And she subdued them with delicate preciousness. Por seguiriya she split on the seventh, throwing out the asauras. She complained hurtfully at the close in the cabal of The Pena, colored with old and new nuances. How this girl sings! She's only twenty-seven years old! She picks up or lengthens as she pleases. She doesn't abuse the rich vibrato she possesses. Because she already knows that it's not just how, but where. And she gives each one cante what he asks for.
It continued with Arcángel paying tribute to Lole and Manuel. They raffled off the verses together in a conversation about a pastry shop. The Huelva native joked: "If Rocío lowers her tone along the way, she'll improve." But the renowned singer ceded the spotlight to his partner, not without showing the singing credentials that grant him his place. He felt privileged to share the stage with a "young woman who is interested in tradition and our identity." Afterwards, they enjoyed themselves with alegrías, pulling from the less hackneyed traditional repertoire. And with three fandangazos—the last one in the air—Rocío closed the door on a well-rounded, enjoyable, and classy performance. She sang to melt your heart, evoking the wicker of Porrinas, demonstrating throughout the recital that she has the qualities to conquer the world: placement and speed of her voice, tuning, knowledge, enthusiasm, palate, transmission, savoir-faire… and a handful of virtues that will surely elevate her as one of the most prestigious voices in the world of music. jondoAnd she's drop-dead gorgeous, it must be said.
Long live the Cafe Singer From Puerto de Cuba to Café del Río. Because from today, Seville also has its Tuesdays. flamencos. If you don't come, you'll miss out. Cheers, Rocío!
Credits
Recital by Rocío Luna
Café Cantante, Puerto de Cuba-Café del Río, Seville
14th October 2025
Cante: Rocío Luna
Guitar: Francis Gomez
Palmas: Emilio Castañeda and El Petete
Guest artist: Arcángel
