pop & rock // folk
La Brigada’s third album, Incerta glòria (The Indian Runners, 2012), namechecks a great novel by Joan Sales, as well as alluding to the well-known Shakespearian phrase referring to the “uncertain glory of an April day”. The disc charts the transition from youth to maturity whilst drawing parallels with the (uncertain) life of a rock group – even more uncertain in a small country like ours.
The band, who hail from Vilanova i la Geltrú, have since returned to the studio to make their poppiest, most well-thought-out and rounded album, on which guitars and strings are given a more important role to play. The new record contains songs that are shorter than usual, tracks that do not beat about the bush and stir up the fire with certain lyrics that refer to that “new Catalan pop” (with which they have coincided in time and which proves decisively that “all that glitters is not gold”), the folk scene, the welfare state, beaches with lighthouses, love and war. Here, the influences are more classical than has become customary and the album has, above all, an air of Ray Davies and the Kinks: ironic portraits of society and the music industry itself, all accompanied by the finest pop tunes.
The Indian Runners