Description
What comes from Bitcho is the virulent word, the risk of not being tempted to be poetic. The sounds are contemporary, with (dis)crooked basses, analogue sounds, of course, repetitive, of course, some popular percussion instruments, of course. They don’t rule what is said, the voice doesn´t allow it… it doesn’t subject to them. Bitcho rules, Bitcho can spit.
Is Bitcho a Camp devoid of its original sensibility, of a fluffy intellectuality, free from its stereotypical mannerisms???
Susan Sontag explains what brings us closer to Bitcho: “it´s good because it’s awful”… obviously withdrawn from its context and presented to our advantage… and Bitcho, beyond camp, more tranimal… because Bitcho spits.
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