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Friday May 31

Primavera Sound Barcelona



By the time the haters get there Putochinomaricón (with his name alone: fuckingchinesefaggot) has already gone. That his flow doesn’t match the music? Really? Do you think that Chenta Tsai doesn’t know that? He studied the violin in a conservatory from the age of seven… That his content, his lyrics and sounds are, ahem, tasteless? Yeuh, well tastelessness is an intrinsic quality of costumbrismo, of everything kitsch, of punk and of protest. Are you saying that an electro polytone gay techno track can never be a protest one? Well, if you believe that pop is not an activist’s tool then you haven’t even noticed that the mere existence of Putochinomaricón is already a denial of the banality and escapism of the influencer era. Every triviality that this Taiwan-born artist from Madrid makes public (a vogue dance move, a Hello Kitty quote, a declaration of love to Charli XCX...) is a statement against racism, against homophobia, against normativity and against supposed good taste.  A guerrilla Warhol who is here basically ... to rub you up the wrong way.

Corazón De Cerdo Con Ginseng Al Vapor (Elefant records, 2018)