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DEBUNKER: A renaissance of voices behind the urban face
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A creative conscience sketches under the chords tuning, hid traces left from the city experience.
Debúnker is the diverse imagination, that in thousands of intents, sometimes in vain, the poet, the artist and the Demiurge have strived to keep. The insistent darkness of times falls down. The binding, treacherous silence of cruel life surrenders. The obfuscated pre-eminence of pain is dying and the oppressive human resistance of hypocrisy resigns to its fatal motivation to live: To the heat of the ambitious sound of Debúnker.
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Their lyrics start the fire of the truth and illusion, there are no guards anymore for this unsafe prison of all times and eras who could use the key to open the door to Liberty.
Debúnker, mistaking band, satirical, heroic, jealous, greedy, looks for an intrepid music aesthetic, renewing, renascent, which makes greater our hopes with its voice and sound. It gets to figure melodies out whose sounds let the hid traces drawn as destroyers, some others as progressives of the city.
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. The merciful lie builds up with a sweet rhythms ammunition the soft dream of a deep revolution.
Sentencing the heavy ballast of an exhausting tradition, engraving with crystalline tones and pouring lights into hearts, where they are already eclipsed by the cruel darkness, is the discreet charm of their musical work. Freedom, dare change and transformation, predominate as sonorous brush strokes that make the common Rock sensation move . Get naked-hearted, because: "Music is the language of the heart, since men owe their differences to their brain more than to their heart, therefore it is the most comprehensive language to themselves". Voltaire
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