Eire

WHEN: 31 August.

WHERE: Plaza 23 de September.

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On Saturday night, the Erandio festivities and the storm have fired the month of August. The concert of the zumaiarra band Eire is announced for 22:00 p.m. Lately the group is spinning around. The first feature film was released in November last year, and in February he received the Gaztea Award for this year’s best revelation team.

Erandio's is a great scenario, and although initially two Eire, now the group has three members. Three young people have sung on stage with Eire Maia, the guitar and synthesizer Eire Salegi and the Nerea Urteaga battery.

They have calmly taken the lead which has lasted for about 45 minutes and, as they have announced, today’s concert is the penultimate concert before rest. In the meantime, they will offer their last concert, and then they will give a small season of creation work.

Among others, musicians enjoyed their own songs such as Nahi gabe berriz or Bihar Nola. They have created a curious series of versions, making it clear that they do what they like, without getting lost in the classifications of tags and styles: We have heard the Summertime version of Lana del Rey, Aspaldiko Loreak of EH Sukarra and, on the other hand, the version of the famous DAKITI theme.

The action shows the complicity between the three members, especially between the two Eire. They've interspersed the songs on the record, a song to preview what's coming and various versions of what's coming. They enjoyed the stage, and the gaze, the hug and the gestures of tenderness have taken the direct.

According to the album 'Some Eye Injury', the songs have been filled with pain, and it is evident that they do so with mime and unchoking their intimacy. Sometimes, perhaps precisely for that reason it seems that Eire Maia sings as embarrassed, although he knows that Eire Salegi is always his accomplice and travelling companion. I have the impression that it is still falling, that everything has returned very quickly, perhaps too quickly. They say that they are known since they were young and that they have always had a close relationship with the music.

They have announced the end of the concert and, before concluding, as it could not otherwise be, they have made room for the action of the dantzaris. He awakens sweetly from Erandio, showing body and soul, wounds and feelings: “I’m sure, but then not. A presentiment says yes, once again a victim of fate, chance is not inevitable.” They have claimed doubt, concern, concern, and, above all, a certain joy of telling it by singing. They have put pain in their eyes, in their bodies and in their voices.