The production is marked by an accentuated brutalism and shows the contrast between a lifeless city and the remaining nature. The scenography is a representation of a confined city, where everything seems colorless and abandoned.
The song of the post-punk band Pleens is loaded with existentialism and dark melodies, but also makes people reflect on the possibilities of a more humane world.
Pleens. Our Saturday music video. (Official Music Video). METALOCUS MUSIC PROJECT.
The song of the post-punk band Pleens is loaded with existentialism and dark melodies, but also makes people reflect on the possibilities of a more humane world.
Pleens. Our Saturday music video. (Official Music Video). METALOCUS MUSIC PROJECT.
CREDITS.-
Directed by Manuel León
Produced by PLEENS
Production Director: Sofía Cortés
Director of Photography: Manuel León
Production manager: Juan Cascón
Assistant director: Fernando Rufete
Camera operator: Federico Riat Castro
Camera assistant: Alejandro "Scott" Pérez
Editing: Ivana Köbernik
Color: Bianca Cocor
Art: Carla Ferrería (Temple of Vice), Marina Laspiur
Graphic design: Lucía "Rizos" Ortega
Production assistant: Luna Gómez
Thanks: Elia Vaello, Manuel Cascón
Track recorded by Javier Ortiz in February 2020 at Estudio Brazil (Madrid).
Produced by PLEENS and Dan Saló.
Mixed and mastered by Dan Saló in September 2020.
Produced by PLEENS
Production Director: Sofía Cortés
Director of Photography: Manuel León
Production manager: Juan Cascón
Assistant director: Fernando Rufete
Camera operator: Federico Riat Castro
Camera assistant: Alejandro "Scott" Pérez
Editing: Ivana Köbernik
Color: Bianca Cocor
Art: Carla Ferrería (Temple of Vice), Marina Laspiur
Graphic design: Lucía "Rizos" Ortega
Production assistant: Luna Gómez
Thanks: Elia Vaello, Manuel Cascón
Track recorded by Javier Ortiz in February 2020 at Estudio Brazil (Madrid).
Produced by PLEENS and Dan Saló.
Mixed and mastered by Dan Saló in September 2020.
Lyrics.-
Se elevan por encima de los cuerpos
Los sueños de cemento y de cristal
Vacíos, como cientos de promesas;
Lejanos, como la felicidad.
Torres blancas y vapor
Torres blancas y vapor
Es lo que quedará al final
Ni un alma.
Los días se consumen sin remedio
El tiempo ha dejado de sobrar
Caminan agachando la cabeza
Suspiran, aceptando la verdad.
Torres blancas y vapor
Torres blancas y vapor
Es lo que quedará al final
Ni un alma, ni un alma, ni un alma, ni un alma.
Torres blancas y vapor
Torres blancas y vapor
Es lo que quedará al final
Ni un alma, ni un alma, ni un alma, ni un alma.
Los sueños de cemento y de cristal
Vacíos, como cientos de promesas;
Lejanos, como la felicidad.
Torres blancas y vapor
Torres blancas y vapor
Es lo que quedará al final
Ni un alma.
Los días se consumen sin remedio
El tiempo ha dejado de sobrar
Caminan agachando la cabeza
Suspiran, aceptando la verdad.
Torres blancas y vapor
Torres blancas y vapor
Es lo que quedará al final
Ni un alma, ni un alma, ni un alma, ni un alma.
Torres blancas y vapor
Torres blancas y vapor
Es lo que quedará al final
Ni un alma, ni un alma, ni un alma, ni un alma.