You're about to hear a very strange record (and I'm warning you first)

A notice at the front door: if you've come with prejudices, step aside. That's how the song opens, and that's how I like to introduce it, because it works like the sign you'd hang at the entrance to a slightly illegal, very fun party.

The lyrics are a pure slice-of-life scene. There's a bag of weed left on the hallway cabinet, an Auntie Chumino someone runs off to snitch to, and some musicians who are «unos liantes» ("troublemakers") because what they do isn't like it used to be. It's the outraged neighbourhood talking, and the song laughs at it with a huge amount of affection. We've all heard that complaint that today's music is crap at some family lunch that ran too long.

Then comes the detail I enjoy most: on top of everything, they roll their joints with "L" papers. And out of that comes the «lerele», repeated over and over until it stops being a word and turns into handclaps, into racket, into that chorus that clings like smoke to your clothes. The idea that whoever smokes enjoys it and whoever cries, well, cries, strikes me as a pretty sensible philosophy of life.

In the middle there's a sort of announcer welcoming you to Amsterdam, with a string of adjectives that ends in «brutal». It's a charter-flight cabin-crew wink that I find really funny, because it breaks the song open and reminds you this is all about having a good time without asking permission.

For me it's an opening song, the kind you put on when new people arrive at your place and you want them to know from minute one what they've walked into. It's also perfect to dedicate to whoever always has an objection. Let them be offended for a while and, if they can, stay for the «lerele».

Listen without rushing, ideally with friends and a free sofa.

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