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2010, Berro Guetto Música

Berrogüetto approaches science to bring us closer to their universe and philosophy. They invite us to stop and look up.


There is a cry that stems from the guts, that twists in the wilderness, flares the epidermis and shakes the thoughts awake. We do not know where it comes from, where it aims at, but it makes us vibrate, lulled by that cosmic murmur that changes us too into eternity. Sweat and blood it has taken us to break away from a geocentric perspective on the universe and replace it with a Copernican vision in order to understand ourselves as fragile beings in a new reality, where time and space planes intertwine.

The horizon of the factual pushes us with the violence of a gravitational force into a black hole and stops us from moving beyond. It also prevents us from moving back, trapped in a deafening spiral of gas and matter and so-called dark energies. Therefore, we project imaginary shapes on the planisphere in order to understand what surrounds us. We look for the rings around Saturn, the shine of Venus, the silent truth of the Polar Star, the gigantic greatness of Jupiter and, like old sailors, we sail towards the Cross of the South. We open our eyes dazzled by the light that comes from the past swimming through millions of years. We admire meteor showers and we fear the evidence of the shining stars announcing the souls passing by.

Night offers us a naked crossroads of past and present, of near and far in just a twinkle of the eye. All this does not happen in silence. The heart of the universe comes grinding astride centuries with its tireless tic-tac. It speaks to us through the light and the unwinding of the strange murmur of white noise, of ants inside old televisions. It is not easy to perceive.

Luckily there are mediums who trap such harmony and who allow us to feel that cosmic breath, thus multiplying the raging and telluric cry of the oppressed of the universe. Mediums who alert us with their prodigious scream of the dangerous tuning that only leads to futile silence. Mediums who accompany with their song the forced exodus of Pluto into the list of dwarf planets, exiled of the celebrity of the now eight planets of the solar system. They are a caress and a claim.

Berrogüetto, a medium in seven beats, brings to us that infinite symphony, a voice that comes from so deep inside that it hurts, as it is our own voice made music. They make us dream that a different music, a different cosmic order is possible. A harmony where double stars, planets with rings and satellites dance the slow cheek-to-cheek dance of the orbits in the skies, where gravitational tensions balance the forces, undo the eclipses of perception and avoid tripping. Also the solitude of Pluto’s exile.

And with them, under the starry night, we dance with comets of hope and we weave kosmogonies of stubborn possibility.

Rosa Aneiros
Echometries and relicts.

Rumour has it that there where there is matter, there is anti-matter; there where there is a quark, there is an anti-quark and when they collide, they mutually destroy each other. Due to this peculiarity and for some unknown reason, an outstanding fact happened in the past. Matter squeezed a tight win in that sort of quantum arm wrestle against anti-matter and therefore, as if it were the heartbreaking cry of a newly born child, the Big Bang (which is actually the jocular name given to it by an astronomer who was against this theory) took place.

In the first instants of space-time, the so-called elementary particles (bosons, fermions, quarks, electrons…) started a chaotic voyage, a real fugue in crescendo and, due to really high temperatures, unbound, rootless, without rhyme or reason, as musical scores without a stave, like a great orchestra tuning, they generated a strange sonority, without a melody, without harmony, without a beat…

Only when this cosmic-symphonic broth started cooling, such particles could bind appropriately. Quarks formed protons and neutrons, these formed nuclei orbited by electrons, as planetary nano systems. In this way, the first atoms came on stage, the first light. The great orchestra was playing, balanced, the first melodies, the first harmonies of the cosmos.

From that moment onwards, the greatest musical work ever written invades space wherever we tune our aerials. The so-called Background Cosmic Radiation, the echo of that original cry of a being anxious to see the light that happened fourteen billion years ago, can still be tuned today, as a small fraction of the sound that we find between radio channels or the image on TV as white noise is something like the universe’s soundtrack.

Since the first drop of intelligence shone in humanity, our species did never stop wondering about the magnificent vision of space and, civilisation after civilisation, it never stopped generating myths, legends, cosmogonies, that made poetry out of the movement of heavenly bodies and their existence. However, each step science takes, each new discovery, both outdates old inconsistent beliefs and accentuates, rather that decreases, that creative thirst, that need to transmute emotion into new melodies.

Likewise, it seems that we live in a society that leaves little time for reflection. Maybe that is the reason why Berrogüetto invites us to stop our hectic day-to-day life for a moment and encourages us to observe, to contemplate the night sky. They also invite us to reflect, to ask questions, each of us in our own way, or simply to enjoy what will probably continue to be the greatest spectacle for our senses ever.

Quico Comesaña
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    Alalá da noite [4:34]
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    Astrea [2:18]
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    Igneominea [4:22]
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    Líridas de abril [4:20]
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    Planeta Can [5:06]
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    Cantar de Camiño [4:53]
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  • 7
    Nadir [4:38]
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  • 8
    Danza de Meirol [4:23]
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  • 9
    Ataque de jota [5:02]
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    Caneta de poeta [4:28]
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