Music
In 1969, Spinetta's band, Almendra, recorded their first album. They started recording and playing intensively and later it became successful almost overnight. Almendra composed its own songs and their lyrics were written in Spanish, something which was radically new for Argentina's music history. After two albums that were received with critical acclaim and continuous radio diffusion, the band split.
After a lengthy stay in Europe, Spinetta returned to Argentina and afterwards formed a new band: Pescado Rabioso. With a far more powerful sound and expressing through their songs and lyrics the tension of the streets in an increasingly violent Argentina, Pescado made their album debut in 1972. It was both a continuation of the creative stream of Spinetta and a drastic change in the style of his own music and lyrics. Later, the band recorded a second album. Although a third album, released in 1973 and called Artaud, it carried the band's name when there were actually already dissolved. Therefore, it was mostly a solo album by Spinetta himself. Partly based on the writings of Antonin Artaud, Spinetta exorcised many of the demons of his past in this album. This process would open the door to a new era in his music. In 1974 he formed a new band, Invisible. With his new band he recorded three albums: Invisible, Durazno Sangrando and El JardÃn De Los Presentes. With Invisible, the new tunes were more harmonic.
After recording and editing a failed album in the United States in 1979, with lyrics in English and destined to the U.S. market, Spinetta returned to Argentina to record two albums with a short-lived Almendra Revival (one with original songs and the other live), and embarked on a new project: Spinetta Jade.
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