We didn’t have much money so it was a good time to recycle toys, radios, retro games and start welding our own synthesizers, to share underground gigs and to become sort of nerds, to experiment without much expectations, to encourage ourselves to provoke: saturation and textures, screams and hot extraterrestrial language, we were always the same bands. Aureola eléctrica, Coso, Cine shampoo, Lzaz, Fiend, Dronevil, Termotanque, Rrayen, Bosques, Subh, Salieh, Grinenco, Alma laprida, and many more.
Digital communication has exponentially grown over the years and alternative spaces have started to be established; we are taken seriously there… fighting to be paid for shows with money rather than beer.
An inclusive sound network has been expanding throughout Latin America thanks to the Feminoise collective published by the label SISTERS TRIANGLA RECORDS. They have carried out an archival work through open calls to register, promote and circulate what was not seen, what was hidden, those who did not dare to show themselves, those who were censored, the noisy souls that were not given space in concerts; thus more than hundred experimental musicians have come to light with unique projects, growing potential roots for what is today an increased visibility of women in South American music.
The Quota Law was incorporated in Argentina and it requires 30% of women in music events; we have been asking that it gets complied with, because there are many who still do not respect it. Some say that we do not make good music but that is double yardstick for a consumer society that for thousands of years has been coming to place us in the kitchen; in that kitchen where utensils have become pot-banging protests, where the mundane is the only creative escape for a trampled precariousness which is the standard mark of an increasingly noisy, vindictive silence, as is the kitchen of the third world.
The essence of movement is an action with a “because”: where do we move? Have we got anything to say? Does native blood no longer want to be colonized? Is money no longer an obstacle to music? Is art the way to change the world? a consumer art? a no-art? a protest art? a need that absolves everything bad without being unconscious, a deep transformation, a programmed obsolescence of the human brain that mutates into an improvised “here and now”, of some strings on sheet metal, red-hot potentiometers, shouting choruses in the subways, branches of a wind that crosses us in the open veins of Latin America.