Maldito Pais (Red Vinyl) [LP]

Eskorbuto - Maldito Pais (Red Vinyl) [LP]

It was a time when the walls were teeming with socio-political proclamations, where the hammer and sickle -- alongside the illegal Ikurriña (the flag of the Basque Country) -- were the most widely used symbols. A time of general strikes and protests on the streets that often ended in an ugly manner. A time also of smoky joints, where huge speakers played loud rock and there were dreams of strawberry fields. In Santurtzi, on the left bank of the Nervión estuary, a unique band was born: Eskorbuto. Iosu Expósito and Jualma Suarez lived in working class neighborhoods that had grown fast. Both Kabiezes and Mamariga were, in the '50s, mainly rural areas of Santurtzi. In the '60s, industrialization and rampant development transformed them into urban areas without any investment in urbanism. Some elements for the alchemy led to the explosion: intelligent young guys who were nevertheless incapable of adhering to school discipline, a country in full swing towards freedom after 40 years of dictatorship. It was a context very familiar with the turbulence of the "Basque conflict," with neighbors seduced by the "armed fight" and the "liberation of Euskal Herria," with the question of "identity" constantly present, traumatic episodes of killings, tortures and imprisonments. One day at the end of the '70s they decided to start a band. The first period of Eskorbuto's life, before the damage done by the needle became noticeable, was incredibly fruitful. They soon found a rehearsal space, thanks to their first drummer, and there the first songs were born. It was a period of line-up changes. Iñaki Laiseka played bass for them, and that role was also taken by "Seni" and "Garlopa", two precursors of "left bank" punk. Later on they found Paco Galán, who also came from a similar neighborhood to theirs. Paco always was the necessary engine, the piece around which the rest revolved, which guaranteed continuity. His drumming also added an apparently chaotic element to the already unbridled guitar melodies and visionary texts, halfway between dirty realism and Edgar Allan Poe's nightmares. These recordings are taken from those early times of excitement and vertigo, of journeys to Madrid under a train's seat and endless trips up and down the left bank looking for "someone that I've heard is selling an amp."

A1. Maldito Pais A2. Mucha Policia, Poca Diversión A3. Enterrado Vivo A4. Mi Degeneración A5. El Exterminio De La Raza Del Mono A6. Os Engañan A7. No Kiero Kambiar A8. Busco En La Basura A9. Cualkier Lugar A10. ¿Dónde Está El Porvenir? A11. Ratas Rabiosas B1. Mierda Mierda Mierda B2. Hipócritas B3. El Enterrador B4. Iros A La Mierda B5. Ratas En Bizkaia B6. Criaturas Al Poder B7. Dios Patria Rey B8. Escupe A La Bandera B9. A La Mierda El Pais Vasco B10. Rogad A Dios Por Los Muertos B11. Soldados