One of Spain's greatest rock and roll bands, Ilegales, once said, "We are everything you say we are, and even worse." BIZNAGA might share this motto if it werent for the fact that they dont give a shit about rock and roll. They wanted me to dedicate few words to their "Sense of Spectacle," so maybe youre expecting to read a long list of over-the-top metaphors and grandiose yet undeserved adjectives to describe their songs. Thats not gonna happen. Im not going to do anything even remotely similar - they wouldnt want that. Im not going to say that this is an album created through balls and ingenuity, an arrogant and tender artifact, full of urgent melodies, hymns about daily struggles and the same nervous verbosity as many UK-based bands from past decades (The Clash, Buzzcocks, Mekons, Zounds, Stiff Little Fingers, Television Personalities), or that they know how to squander with taste and impertinence the inheritance of some local heroes (Paralisis Permanente, Eskorbuto, Ilegales) or that even when they succumb to that fabled fatigue and their flamenco style comes out, they make it work. I wont say that you should pay attention to the lyrics of these songs that are full of streets and nights, because, as in all the songs theyve written up to this point, they sing about the classic problem of fear, disgust, boredom, and the lack of communication in current times, and they talk about these issues in a way nobody else is doing. I wont say any of that, of course not, because they would never want that, but above all, because whatever you say they are, they are, and even worse.