If there is one thing to be said about our mighty brothers from Ibarra it is this: they are absolutely and positively phoenix-like. It is a widespread belief that phoenixes are reborn from their ashes once they have died, and that is exactly what they have been manifesting ever since they have broken away from the mad clutches of the poop in the ivory seat known as the business side of the music industry.
Last March 5, 2011 was just a miniscule piece of the 1,000-tiered cake that their next album promises to bring. Their songs like Neon Genesis, Last Rites to Apathy and several more display a new set of feathers upon new-born wings. It is not only the life of a musician within the waking realm of the ugly side of music that has brought--what I would like to call a spark against a flint with a strike of a machete--them to rise against and above it all. They have experienced life in its most raw potential. And that, I believe, is saying a lot when it comes to false preconceptions that some people are instilling upon an illusion of authority.
Phoenix tears are known to have healing powers, and Ibarra's tears have shown healing manifestations with and among them, this endeavor of theirs binding them ever so closely amidst the chaotic organization of each of their lives. Their songs are filled with rejuvenating powers, as i have felt upon hearing them play live. It is not just a physical thing, rather, it is more of an existential affirmation. Their music just gets into you insofar as you unconsciously feel that everything is alright, everything is just where they are supposed to be, and that everything feels right. I know, this is very subjective and if you find me wrong, I stand corrected.
Their album is definitely something to watch out for. All I know is that the phoenix has taken flight and I can do no more but to watch intently at the path it chooses to take, all the while offering my salutations and raising my glass. To my Ibarra friends, GODSPEED!
