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Honestidad brutal
Andrés Calamaro · 1999 · Track 14
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The first blow of Las heridas comes with that guitar chord that pierces like a slow knife. It's not an epic riff or an endless solo, but something dirtier, closer to the rock played in garages with the door slightly open to let in the cigarette smoke. The voice of Andrés Calamaro enters right after, dragging the words as if each syllable weighed, and the bass weaves into a pattern that never quite resolves. There's something in that structure that reminds you of those songs that sound just as good on the radio as in a dive bar at three in the morning: nothing pretentious, but with enough personality to linger in your head.
Calamaro had already played in bands like Raíces or Stress —the latter, the seed of what would later become Los Estereotipos— when he recorded Las heridas. By then, the bandoneon from his childhood and the electric guitar from his adolescence were already part of his sound, but here the piano and organ give it that air between nostalgic and streetwise that defines him. The song doesn't aim to impress with virtuosity, but with honesty: two minutes and thirty-eight seconds of wounds that never heal, of melodies that repeat like scars. It's not hard to imagine it playing from an old speaker, amid laughter and half-empty glasses, where the music doesn't need to be perfect to be necessary.