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Jessico
Babasónicos · 2001 · Track 4
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In Soy —the album where Babasónicos took center stage in the Argentine scene— there's a track that stands out: Soy rock. At two minutes and forty seconds, the song is not just a raw garage anthem, but a sonic portrait of those days when the country seemed to wobble. The track doesn't sound like a forced anthem or a grandiloquent statement: it sounds like a guitar that riffs without filter, drums that pound as if the ground were shifting beneath your feet. That sense of urgency isn't coincidental; in 2001, as the country endured one of its worst crises, the band recorded this song amid an atmosphere where rock music wasn't just a sound, but an act of resistance. It's not the most elaborate riff nor the most poetic lyrics, but rather one of those moments when simplicity becomes power: a repeated chord, a voice that screams without adornment, and suddenly everything fits together like a clenched fist.
What's curious is that Soy rock wasn't born as the star track of Jessico, but as an outlet amid recording sessions that, according to accounts, were intense and fast-paced. The album ended up being a watershed for the band: it not only positioned them as one of the most-listened-to groups in Argentina at the time, but also earned praise from specialized critics. Rolling Stone magazine ranked it 16th on its list of the 100 best Argentine rock albums, while polls conducted by readers and journalists from Inrokuptibles and the Sí! supplement of the newspaper Clarín named it "Album of the Year." Even musicians consulted by the NO supplement of Página called it the best of 2001. Beyond borders, Elástica magazine from Los Angeles awarded it "Best Latin Rock Album," and though it didn't win other nominations, the recognition stood as a hallmark of that moment: an album that, without intending to, became a sonic reflection of an era.