They are in the middle of nowhere. Closed in their premises, with the noise of the city far away and with its good nearby. Neither old glories nor young promises. This is how The Osamenta are. A rock band in low hours that have the opportunity to be in the ointment again. They have been called back to play at an important festival. This is the story of a song, the same song as always. A rehearsal room is like the newborn room where those fragile beings are born that when they cross the threshold are exposed. The history of your band or our theater company. The Bald Tit is ten years old. The Osamenta too.
