SATURDAY 27/6, 20H. 25/35€
MOON. Saint Vincent the Martyr, 200
They were always present, since they sounded as dirty as they were crystalline, until they became nicer and more eighties. The balance between noise and pop always fell. The sound was the least important thing. But I didn't tell anyone. Their songs did not seem to surprise, but they came and stayed, despite the romantic and simple, or maybe for that reason. I didn't say anything either. Rediscovering them over time was always, this time yes, a surprising joy. Not even my best friends. After many changes and a supposed final goodbye, The Pains of Being Pure at Heart They return again with the original line-up, and I imagine I'll go alone because I'm not able to pronounce this fucking name the way God intended. FEDERICO FERNÁNDEZ
