Violeta Vil hail from the north of Spain by way of Venezuela, Chile and the Canary Islands. Taking their cues from Tropicalia, shoegaze and Factory Records, they weave a gauzy tapestry of sound that hangs over paradise like an ever present tropical possession.
Lapidas y Cocoteros (Headstones and Coconuts) explores the dark underside of paradise, where old time superstition clash and mingle with the 21st century.
The songs flow in an out with an easy watery flow, mixed with a sadness and slow erosion of time. Tormentas (Sonrisas) (Storms (Smiles)) wafts up like the dying embers of fire after a beachside séance. Aguamarina is awash in twangy guitar, a la Power, Corruption and Lies that gradually spirals like life creeping by in the deep throes of an island fever as it slowly over takes you. The churning shoegaze buildup in Amish, like the wake behind a tank ship, echoes the frustration of trying to coexist and compensate with the ever increasing speed of life in this new and accelerated culture.
At the end of the day, as you ride back out of town with the 60s backbeat and Manchester guitar stabs of Toronjil (Lemon Balm) ringing in your ears to try and catch the only flight out for the weekend, you can’t help but wonder if all the things you experienced were truly supernatural, the cause of too many psychotropic drugs or all just an hazy, island dream...probably a little of all three.