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| English translation of back cover text: Wau y los Arrrghs!!! Viven. Are you alive for enjoying them? I still remember with emotion the feelings that caused me listening to Wau y los Arrrghs’ first record, passed on to me by my good friend Manolo Barberá (best wishes). A shot between the eyes; a ground-to-air missile of garage rock 'n' roll; an adrenaline rush straight into the vein. I couldn’t believe it! Used to being sold crappy garage bands, those ones that are keen on putting their names between neon signs, nothing but posers and bad guy faces, like "the next big thing", and that basically, at the very best they are just average bands, there they were, just in front of my astonished ears, five yobs as genuine as cheek, lark and the irresistible rhythm emanating from the grooves of that vinyl that was leaving me exhausted. Garage, of course! But there was a lot more than that. There was punk, there was rock, there was pop, there was surf. And above all, the waking up of a band destined to do big things if just fortune smile on them. Ok, hold on a sec. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that this is the typical crappy promotional stuff that you’re expecting to read inside the record. You’re expecting I tell you that these guys are bloody good, that you have on your hands, probably, one of the best records of its kind that can be listen to nowadays. You’re expecting I tell you that, besides being great this record, where these guys really measure up to their size is on the stage. You’re expecting I tell you that Juanito Wau is the best frontman that my eyes have ever seen with a micro on his hands; you’re expecting I tell you that the day that these five valencians are right on stage, they are able to crush the band you like most and you’re thinking of right now. You’re expecting I tell you that among the lapse into mediocrity that rock 'n' roll is suffering the last decades, where the concept of danger is in danger of extinction, this band represents exactly that, danger, excitement, a three minutes world and then nothing. You’re expecting I tell you that if their first record was a punch on the table, in this second one “Viven”, they confirm that it wasn’t just one day’s glory, that it wasn’t just a stroke of luck and that behind these five savages it is hidden that rare thing called talent. You’re expecting I tell you that with not many records you’ll wear out your ankle boots dancing as much as with the Arrrghs one. You’re expecting I tell you that if the concerts’ promoters wouldn’t be looking through any third-rate trends magazine looking for the latest hype, these guys should be signing contracts for playing in all over the world night clubs. You’re expecting I tell you all that crap you can read in several million records and that you know by heart, and that it’s a load of crap. And, actually, I was thinking of doing it…. but I’ve just changed my mind.
CARLOS ADACOM
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