Consumeix-te by Clepton: A Raw, Unfiltered Punch to the Ears
Alright, let’s get one thing straight—Clepton’s Consumeix-te isn’t here to hold your hand or whisper sweet nothings in your ear. This 2008 Spanish rock-pop hybrid is like a slap across the face that wakes you up and makes you question why you’ve been sleeping on this band for so damn long. Released under Not On Label (because who needs corporate suits telling them what to do?), this album feels raw, unpolished, and real as hell. And honestly? That’s what makes it hit so hard.
First off, props to Juanjo Muñoz for mastering this beast. The sound quality may not be perfect, but it doesn’t need to be—it’s got grit, baby. You can feel every ounce of sweat and frustration dripping through the speakers. Now, let me tell ya about two tracks that’ll stick with you longer than last night’s hangover.
"Ho Perdo Tot": Man, this song grabs you by the throat from the first chord. It’s chaotic, messy, and kinda sounds like someone losing their mind—but in the best way possible. The vocals are desperate, almost pleading, like they’re screaming into the void hoping someone will answer back. And guess what? No one does. That’s life, buddy. Brutal honesty wrapped in layers of distorted guitars and pounding drums. If this track doesn’t make you wanna smash something—or at least scream along—you might actually be dead inside.
Then there’s "Gota A Gota", which sneaks up on you like a thief in the night. At first, it lulls you into thinking it’s gonna be some soft, introspective ballad. WRONG. About halfway through, it explodes into this frenetic burst of energy that feels like getting hit by a freight train. The lyrics? Dark AF. Like, “life-is-a-slow-death” kind of vibes. But somehow, it works. By the time the final note fades out, you’re left gasping for air, wondering how something so painful could also feel so cathartic.
Now, I gotta say, not everything on Consumeix-te lands perfectly. Some songs drag a bit, while others feel like they needed another round in the studio. But honestly? That imperfection is part of its charm. This ain’t some overproduced pop garbage designed to sell millions—it’s music made by people who clearly had something to say and didn’t give a crap if you liked it or not.
Here’s the kicker though: listening to this album feels like finding an old mixtape buried deep in your junk drawer. It’s rough around the edges, maybe even forgotten by most, but once you press play, it reminds you of why you fell in love with music in the first place.
So go ahead, crank up Consumeix-te. Just don’t blame me when your neighbors start complaining about all the noise.
