Objetivos96 Vol V: A Wild Ride Through Spain’s Rock and Jazz Underground
Alright, let’s get real for a second. If you’re into music that doesn’t just sit there but moves—like punches straight to your soul—you might wanna give Objetivos96 Vol V by Various a spin. Released in ‘96 under AZ Records, this Spanish gem is all over the place, genre-wise. It blends rock, jazz, flamenco, and some unholy fusion of jazz-rock that feels like it was cooked up in a sweaty Barcelona basement. Spoiler alert: it works.
Now, I gotta shout out two tracks here because they stuck with me like gum on a hot day. First up, “La Oveja Negra.” Damn, this one hits hard. Starts off slow, almost teasing you with these sultry flamenco vibes, then BAM—it flips into this scorching guitar riff that screams rebellion. You can practically smell the cigarette smoke and spilled sangria when this track comes on. The way it switches between smooth and gritty? Chef’s kiss. Feels like someone took traditional flamenco and gave it a leather jacket.
Then there’s “En Dirección Hacia El Sol.” This one's got attitude dripping off every note. The saxophone solo alone could start a riot if played loud enough (and trust me, you gotta play it loud). There’s something haunting about how the melody builds, layer after layer, until you’re drowning in sound. By the end, my heart was racing like I’d just run from the cops or something. Not sure what the lyrics are saying (because, duh, Spanish), but who cares? The vibe says everything.
The rest of the album keeps the chaos alive. Tracks like “Mi Calle” and “Caida Libre” keep things unpredictable, switching between mellow moments and full-on assaults on your eardrums. And yeah, maybe not every song lands perfectly—but honestly, that’s part of its charm. It’s messy, raw, and unapologetically human. Like life itself, ya know?
Here’s the kicker though: listening to Objetivos96 Vol V made me realize something kinda messed up. Most modern music feels… safe. Polished to death, like those plastic-wrapped veggies at the grocery store. But this album? Nah, it ain’t afraid to bruise you a little. It reminds you that art doesn’t have to be perfect—it just has to feel alive.
So go ahead, crank this sucker up and let it mess you up a bit. Because sometimes, chaos is exactly what we need. Oh, and if anyone asks why you’ve got random bruises from headbanging too hard, just blame Spain. They did this.
