And the mouse appeared at The Village.
Luna performed
Emilio transmitting an impeccable honesty in every song. This time the sound was clean, allowing
Natasha Luna’s voice invade the crowd’s subjectivity with the disquieting whisper that makes Luna’s Emilio album a kind of addiction. About Emilio, we will just say that it is perhaps the critic’s most outstanding record in this 2005, which contrasts with the null reception by the autistic radios. But let’s go back to The Village.
Friday, October 14th, just before midnight. The concert started with Albert Camus’ voice reading a quote from
L’étranger (The Stranger). That’s because Emilio is not just a regular mouse. Across its
lyrics, we realize that Emilio is a deeply existential mouse who experiences the anguish, one step away from the fear, at the contingency of the world that it is bond to face. After Camus, Luna, that introduced us into the concert with the instrumental theme “Mellow” and then, finally, Natasha Luna’s voice with all the band performed “The girl is trying”.
Some of the most unforgettable moments were “Destnée”, with Marco Lucioni’s hypnotic cello and the outstanding vocal counterpoint by Natasha Luna and Claudia La Hoz in the support voice. Equally remarkable were the voice and the cello evolving together in “The Inquisitors”, where Luna shows its predilection for minor chords. The band’s complete weight was accomplished in one of my favourites, “With all my roots stuck in here”, with the beginning in guitar and voice and then introducing the band as a whole.
Anecdotic was the intermission, when The Village listened a salad which included Shakira, Franz Ferdinand, Sugar Ray and The Smashing Pumpkins (Who could have imagined such a mixture? Specially considering Luna’s kind of music.) At the end of the concert, the crowd asked Luna to keep on playing (two more themes were played) and the people shouted their requests, including some covers from Morrissey, Radiohead, PJ Harvey… and a funny guy who asked Pink.
I remained thinking about Emilio. In the second part of the concert, Natasha Luna told us that Emilio was a mouse that pushes again and again an inexhaustible ball of paper. I realized that Emilio is as human as us and as Sisyphus, who is such as us. So with Emilio and Albert Camus in my head again, a memorable night finished at The Village.
