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Thursday May 30

Primavera Sound Barcelona

Seat Village


Erik Urano is not smoke and mirrors but pure images and fog. He doesn’t runaway from the Matrix he reprograms it. He talks to us about a lost future via a synthesised dystopian haiku, encapsulated in grime beats. But don’t try to fit him into any scene or specific subgenre; or into any of the movements of Spanish hip hop.  When you got here, he was already out on the street with his timeless revelations, delivering raging, nonconformist lyrical poetry with references to both high culture and to the coldest and most inhospitable suburbs. His are high voltage industrial productions and dense atmospheres that can transport either to underground clubs or to the inside of a spaceship.  You coming on board?

Molecular (Flat Bits, 2019)