Soy un capón

I'm a capón sounds like a dry irony punch with an electric guitar in the background. The song progresses with a rhythm that doesn’t ask for permission: it’s not a waltz nor classic rock, but something that moves between the disordered and the calculated, as if each note knew exactly when to drop a sharp joke. The singer’s voice sways between the narrative and the theatrical, taking the lyrics down a path where the absurd and the everyday collide without warning.They recorded it in 1994, at a time when El Cuarteto de Nos was no longer a garage band but not yet the monster they would become. The Ayuí / Tacuabé label gave them room to experiment, and the result was Otra Navidad en las trincheras, an album that didn’t aim to sound polished but honest.

Soy un capón lasts 3:41, just enough time for the lyrics — packed with double meanings and surreal situations — not to drag on longer than necessary. There’s no filler here: every word counts, and the bass sets the pace as if it’s the only one who gets the joke.