By Mike Sain't Louis ·
Hipócritas: the theatre of masks is over
I'm sure a face comes to mind. They play the radiant person, hand out advice on how to be better, talk to you about empathy with a hand on their heart... and as soon as you turn around, out comes the knife. Hipócritas (Hypocrites) is written for those people, and it doesn't apologise to them for anything.
I consider it a settling of scores. For a long time I had to keep quiet, smile and pretend I didn't see things. This song is the moment that silence breaks and I say, without sweetening it, what I think: that there are plenty of cynics disguised as good people and that they can stick their criticism wherever it fits. That clearly, and quite a bit more explicitly in the song.
What interests me here is the word careta, the mask. Hypocrites live off their image: they fake morals, fake affection, fake concern for others. But the mask always slips. Sometimes through a comment that escapes them, sometimes because the harm they do in secret ends up coming to light. And when that happens, what shows through is nothing deep or mysterious. It's simply predictable. Cheap theatre.
There's also something of psychological manipulation at the heart of the song. That game in which they make you doubt what you've seen with your own eyes, in which you always end up being the bad guy. Naming that, spelling it out in full, has something liberating about it.
Not rage, freedom
It might seem like a furious song, but I feel it more as a release. It's that «ya está bien» (enough is enough) you've been holding in for years and that one day, finally, comes out. And if it stings someone to hear it, well, there must be a reason.
I'd dedicate it to anyone who has lived alongside a person who preaches one thing and does the opposite: at work, in the family, in a group of friends that seemed perfect. Listen to it at high volume, ideally with nobody beside you asking for explanations. On PLANETA GAYFOLK the masks are left at the door.