Sun City Girls
Torch of the Mystics

THE REVIEW

Well, it's something that sounds like a gneeeegnegnegneuauauuuh. Maybe similar to a szeeeeeeeeoooosssbruuum waaah sbong pfffffuuh uhhuahahhhhaheeeeeee. Add a peeeeeuuum and a badabeeeuuum and the recipe is ready. Oh, right, toss in some traces of vague and unstable melodies. Here we are.

How funny these Sun City Girls are. When I was little, I had a pair of made in China shoes, the kind you'd always see at the stalls on the beach, in summer, on the Adriatic, with all the pretty lights, that when you started them, they'd move to the rhythm of some folk song, or at least that's what I always thought. Here comes "The Shining Path", and those shoes, probably lost, start dancing again in my head. Gneeeuuum. No, they are not lost, I've found them, dozing in an old cabinet of my grandmother's and they now reign on a shelf in my room. And someone challenge me, saying they don't own those made in China shoes, as we all have our skeletons in the closet. Gneeeuuum.

Really funny, indeed. Give a bunch of fools with serious interpersonal difficulties the standard rock instruments, perhaps adding plenty of percussion, some oriental-sounding ethnic gadgets making gneeeeum and ooouuum and maybe even keyboards making tiumtiumtium and sbiumsbium. Our Kingdom, the paradise of golf and Latin American, is marked by onomatopoeia, by the absence of any message expressly separable from the gneeeuuum. Ask "Burial in the Sky". The Sun City Girls tell you: gneuuum! If they hadn't taken up music, these shady creatures probably would have founded an esoteric sect, presenting themselves as Space Prophets who arrived on earth to spread the Supreme Mantra of the Gneeeuuum. Indeed, that "Blue Mambo" almost makes them seem like a serious band. Even that hint of virtuosity in "Vinegar Stroke", a brief and sporadic moment of semi-serious lucidity. Only to then escape through the back door with donations from the most gullible followers, destination Tropical Paradises. "Papa Legba" had warned you, you damn infidels cluck cluck! Well, maybe it's a tease. At least it's an amusing tease. Gneeeeum!