Dulce Pájara de Juventud – Triumph 2xlp - One of the corners of the cover has minor wear from shipping to Stickfigure

Dulce Pájara de Juventud – Triumph 2xlp

One of the corners of the cover has minor wear from shipping to Stickfigure

Friends since kindergarten, Dulce Pájara de Juventud, a band born in the industrial belt of Barcelona (Baix Llobregat), burst in without warning a couple of years ago, with their self-titled debut and literally left us all speechless. open. Two years may seem like a short time, but these four boys have been able to make the most of the opportunity that their first job offered them, on an experiential and creative level.

Two years of concerts, going through small venues (among others they won the Fnac award and went on a national tour) and large venues such as the Rayban stage at Primavera Sound 2014 or opening as opening act for the renowned band The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, from the underground to the concert for the masses and back to the underground without breaking a sweat, the Dulce Pájara de Juventud have observed, curiously, the audience's reaction and have explored their own possibilities until they changed their sound almost on the fly, practically mutating live and leaving behind adolescence and hits to gradually advance to his second album.

It is certainly difficult to talk about Triumph without falling into grandiloquence, but let's not be mistaken: this is a bombastic record, full of outbursts. Of melodies that stretch to infinity without any embarrassment of boring the audience. A demanding, risky and brave album that grows and changes with each listen. A suggestive album at times, powerful and taken to the extreme, thought of as a whole.

The band walks fearlessly through the dark, from Triumph, the track that opens the album to turning on a small but gothic light in Saying all Goodbyes on Fire and, immediately afterwards, feinting and placing ourselves metaphorically in a trailer park in the suburbs, with dirty guitars and electrified bars in Manantial, to let us fall from above with Freakin Tales, a luminous ballad, with an air of litany and from there, up again until the end of the album.