Cantaor Agustin Marcheño delivered a saeta-to-siguiriya with a divine force that entranced the audience and wrenched my guts. Pura inspiracion! Agustin de la Fuente’s brilliant guitar solos and accompaniments made me forget about Paco and Tomatito. So indefatigable, devoted and cheery were the two Agustins that during the intermission they led a spontaneous juerga for several guests in the cellar. Genuine flamencos who needed no rest.
I have heard Norwegian-Ecuadorian Tito Guevara’s wonderful flute and percussion a few times before. Now he perfectly enjoined these skills with flamenco. My surprise this evening, however, was his engaging, romantic vocals that floated me back to Latin America and the legendary Agustin Lara (google him, history buffs).
Watching Tonje Lieberg (aka Tonje Liebe) dance is pure joy, also when the theme is deeply serious. My traditionalist soul was enthralled, even when she performed the macho Farruca in jeans. Credit is also due Tonje for putting this wonderful show together, as she has done twice before here.
It could be that a better cuadro flamenco exists, but I haven’t seen it and I don’t believe it. Bienvenidos to the return of Flamenco de la Frontera!
Mike Angstreich, November 2015
