The Swell Revenge clip!!!

This is Mutant Sperm Quartet "The Swell Revenge" video. Enjoy!!

Family values

That´s it. Family. Grandfather. The best of all. The greatest. After a whole afternoon and evening with mum and dad, listenin´ to Slipknot´s Surfacing, it´s time to sit for  a while and think for a few minutes about the origins of simmetry. We all are human, nevermind who you are. Cannot stand. No one stands. Thanks for your smile, thanks for your love. Thanks for your endless nights, thanks for your sleepless nights. Hope you´ll find some peace of mind, and all your mistakes forgiven, and yout prayers listened.

I love you with all my heart.
I hope you´ll always be with me.
I beg someday you´ll understand me.
I guess you all survive to all this shit, like an endless drum solo.
Memories will never die on my own.
Clouds will never rain if I´m with you.

Guess who he is? He never wanted to be a lord. And I´m sure he never wanted to be a master, but he had to live his life in a world that didn´t know about feelings, just work, production, weld metal and silence.
Thanks a lot, Joaquín de Alba, beloved friend, for the photograh. I´ll take it as mine, and I´ll never forget it. Today I´ve talk to Pepe Lora (not the ceramist but his uncle, Pepe, the one and only) and he has told me about my grandfahter, the one who worked endless days and nights in Carmona´s workshop, the one who helped poor people, the one who cared about his family, the greates, the smallest, the cleverest.

I hope someday I´ll be with you again, without prejudices, and we´ll talk about how stupid people can be, and how high can true people fly in a world without any sense. Singin´ Christmas carols, playing cards, talking about the war and how hard it was, talking about policy and famine, about concentration camps and the snow, about winter, about the hammer and the anvil.

Mutant Sperm Quartet...Surface-ing!!

Yeah, we´ve been selected to play on Surface Festival 2012!!

Next 24th february we´ll be thrashin´ all around in Seville. Maybe you´ll want to share the twenty-minute show with us. If so, we´ll be waiting for you at 23.30 in Sala Museo (5 Muñoz León Street).

... and if you want to help us win the contest, please send an SMS with the text AND 028 to the 25024.

Thanks a lot!

No sinner without future - Part II

Has he payed his debt yet? Must he be forgiven for what he did to his girlfriend? Is jail enough? Can a genius come to life again? May this rotten society be benevolent to him or may he be considered doomed forever?

I don´t know... but I miss him. It ain´t easy to find this kind of people in your ordinary life. It´s hard to listen to his songs without feeling a pinch in your belly. Maybe someday we´ll see him on stage again, or maybe recording a new bunch of masterpieces, but actually, I don´t believe it. He has the Damocles´ Sword hovering over his head, and a lot of people would fall over him like mentally deranged locusts with jagged teeth.

Good luck, Bertrand.

No sinner without future

...and I´m the last one. One more sinner in a world with no redemption. This is my Christmas tale, a special one. Moonchild was born tonight, one more time, in a world with no regrets, under a frozen night with a trigger ready to be pulled down. Big guns ready to blow away everything, just stopped by some good wishes and the hypocrisy on men.

It´s Christmas night, one more time, another year goes by, with the dreams and the wishes, with the black and the white, with the pain and the glory, with the shotgun and the flowers...

Please Lord give me the music to understand my ears, to ease my mind in peace, to hold the keys, to suicide myself under the sign of the seventh string, to keep our hands united under the bass line, like warm valves on a dark night full of rock and pain... and ears shining...and keyboard keys dropping in D... like a canon...

Please give me the night, give me the touch of evil that I need to be restless and wild forever, take my hands like butterflies and help me reach out the hearts of the people out there. Give me the shoot of Glory that I need to stand my life....to give the senses to all this shit... to reach the light... to smile forever... to carry away my own casket with pride... to spread my ashes with a smile... to knock on Hell doors with a heart full of promises, and a mind full of freedom... to embrace you, to hold you, to kiss you, to touch you, to love you, to spend a night balancing on your craddle and living on the razor´s edge...

Reise reise, seemann reise

Adriano III sank last week because of a rock that suddenly appeared on its way. After almost 30 years covering the line between Cadiz and El Puerto de Santa Maria, El Vaporcito did its last journey with 80 passengers on board.

Last June, I could do my own trip between these two charming andalusian cities, breathing the breeze which emerged from the bottom of the sea, on a sunny summer morning, with my brother and my girlfriend, sitting on the rusty bow of the ship and remembering the first time we did the same thing.

This happened when we were about five or eight years old, and my brother got lost on the beach. I can still remember the worried faces of my parents and their friends, searching for my brother with anxiety, running from one side to the other. At last, the small rascal appeared taken by the hand of a young couple, and telling everybody that he was born in Spain and that it seemed that my parents had been lost. Those were happy days, trying to have fun and living a lot of experiences, dealing with some money problems that my parents always solved with love and imagination.

I hope the city hall of Cadiz will try to repair this emblem for all the people who live next to Cadiz bay, and for all the ones who believe in a better world.

(photo taken by myself, during the trip I did last June, on Adriano III)

The blackout of the electric eye

Another summer goes by, and it´s time to choose the song that has been the most important during this last period of my life. The notes that have been revolving my soul time after time... a magic mixture made with a bit of metal, an ounce of jazz and a large amount of feeling. After the discovering of Alex Skolnick by the hand of my friend and guitar player Alberto, I realised that a good song can be played in many other ways, and that´s the case of Judas Priest´s Electric Eye, Scorpion´s Blackout and Metallica´s Fade to Black. I recently bought a three dvd´s box titled "Jazz Guitar", edited by Rockhouse Method, where Trans Siberian Orchestra and Testament´s guitar player explains the paths from blues to jazz, giving the lessons a nasty shiny tone of metal (at this moment I´ve just finished the first DVD and started the second one), and I´m enjoying a lot imagining myself playing with another two guys in the House of Blues midnight jam session.

I´m sure it´s not another symptom of adultitis (http://alonmaiden.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-i-have-adultitis.html), but a question of open-mindedness. As Judas Priest leave the stages and Metallica launches a record with Lou Reed, maybe it´s time to explore new sounds. Maybe I should explore new things in my life too, but until then, the same old song repeats on the juke box over and over again...

Come rock with us in Montilla!

Tomorrow we´ll kick some people´s asses in Montilla city. Time to spit some words under the screamin´ strings of Mutant Sperm Quartet. Rollin´ rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´rollin´ rollin´

...ha, ha, ha...

Risk of shock! Next discharge in Seville

Next saturday 28 May in Seville, Mutant Sperm Quartet will share the billing with another four hard core band from different places: The Bad Bloods (Madrid), The New Bloods (Portugal), Con Convicción (Seville) and Let´s Throw It (Seville). I believe The Mutant´s will play third, and I´m sure

it´s gonna be a great night for hard core in all its ways.

Mutant Sperm Quartet will take advantage to present the new EP "The swell pubic hair trimmer", five songs full of love and hate and a cover of "Spin the black circle", by Pearl Jam. This new work has been recorded and remastered by our friend J.J. to whom all band members want to express our gratitude.

If you want be between the chosen ones who listen this new EP for the first time, live, on stage, raw and uncensored, come with us to Fanatic Club - Seville next saturday, and we promise you won´t regret!!

Down in a hole

Down in a hole and I don´t know if I can be saved

While a man thinks, a man lives

Bury me softly with this song

Telling my whole life with this song

I live in a cemetery

Not to imitate but to irritate

Someday I´ll back to Paris

To the streets full of warm light

To my heart full of pain

To the heads filled up with hate

To the neverending why

To the tombstones

To Achilles

To the agony and the ecstasy in eight parts

Under the arch of the rib dancer

To the gargoyles of Notre Dame

Peut être...quelque chose...why not?

The aftermath

The afterliving

The after...after what?

What can I expect?

Is there anybody out there?

Someone listening?

Any voice?

In 1793 Cardinal Richieleu´s corpse was taken out from his tomb and his head separated from his body

Ain´t it fun when you know that you´re gonna die young

Maybe someday it all will have a sense to me

While my head lies on a pillow full of hate and conformity, breathless, a stained glass, walking slow, doucement...