«Who are Radio Siniestra? Most can’t tell, unless you’re there. They seem like a hiding gem, a rather living and shining gem. Simultaneously (and seemingly) non existent. One really might have to dig into labyrinths to find them. Once found, the spectacle is formidable and eerie all at once.
This is the kind of music one forgets that it exists, that somewhere these sounds are floating around or in some sort of subconscious collective music, playing in heads all around, unknowlingly. Once heard, you know this music well. It all falls into place and makes complete sense. But the eerie hits back and it’s hard to know where one is standing. Like sinking sand… or something.
It is swirling nauseous music for punks who have heard it all, without having heard it all. Who’ve been everywhere and nowhere. Who cares what anything is? At this point the eerie familiarity draws you into this un/comfortable place. Because belonging and not belonging, feeling too much or too little, being or not, are sentiments most will know very well.
This music will probably make you tired. It will also make want to jump from roof to roof, spin around in one spot and sink in sand.
Many know who they are as many are present but many also wont know how present Radio Siniestra are.
If you needn’t as much, trans feminist squatters make rusty swirling dark punk about all those things that you also know.»
1. Sombras Marginales 03:50
2. El Cuerpo Esta Dormido 04:12
3. Recuerdos 02:19
4. Máquinas 04:09
5. MATA AL SIQUIATRA 02:41
6. La Radio 04:48
7. Aquella Chica (La Mode) 02:21
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