Estado Impuro -aka- State Of Impurity -2022- 10... (INSTANT)

Industrial metal meets flamenco palmas. Lyrics about alchemy failed: trying to turn trauma into gold, only to end up with rot that shines. The guitar solo is a single, distorted note held for 30 seconds. Eighth impurity: value as decay.

The closer is not a resolution but a loop. It reuses the music box melody from track 1, but now warped, slower, dissolving. The final lyric: “Sigo impuro / sigo entero.” Then the track cuts mid-note. Silence. No fade-out. Tenth impurity: the refusal to end cleanly. Critical Notes Estado Impuro is an exhausting listen—deliberately. It rejects the catharsis of “finding yourself.” Instead, it argues that the self is a temporary, contradictory, and beautifully impure state. Best experienced not in a playlist shuffle, but alone, in the dark, with headphones that leak a little bit of the outside world in. Estado impuro -aka- State of Impurity -2022- 10...

The longest track. A slow, corrosive build. Rain sounds become static. Choral “amens” become screams. Around 4:00, everything cuts except a heartbeat and a match strike. Then: a full orchestral collapse. Ninth impurity: ritual without redemption. Industrial metal meets flamenco palmas

Album Concept Estado Impuro exists in the liminal space between dichotomies: sacred/profane, organic/machine, order/chaos. The title refers not to a flaw, but to a condition of being—the acceptance that purity is a myth and that identity, culture, and emotion are inevitably hybrid, contaminated, and stronger for it. Across ten tracks, the album traces a protagonist’s descent into their own contradictions, only to emerge not cleansed, but peacefully impure. Genre & Sound Palette A collision of industrial percussion, liturgical choral samples, broken reggaeton dembow, and ambient drone. Think Arca producing a Rosalía B-side inside a collapsing cathedral, with echoes of How to Destroy Angels and SOPHIE ’s hyperkinetic textures. The mix is intentionally “wrong”—vocals clip, bass frequencies swallow melodies, silence is weaponized. Track Breakdown 1. Bautismo de Plastik (3:42) Opens with dripping water and a child’s music box—then a kick drum fractures the lullaby. Autotuned whispers recite a corrupted baptism: “Te bautizo en nombre del plástico, del algoritmo y del ruido santo.” First impurity: technology as ritual. Eighth impurity: value as decay