There’s music that entertains—and music that cuts through you. Sanguijuelas del Guadiana belongs to the latter. They’re more than a band: they’re a return home with wide-open eyes and a full heart. A raw, unfiltered song about what hurts, what connects, and what remains. Born in Casas de Don Pedro, a small village in Extremadura’s so-called “Siberia,” Carlos, Juan, and Víctor turned their own story—and that of many—into a project that doesn’t seek to escape rural life, but to claim it with pride.
Their debut album, “Revolá,” is a collection of sung memories, loose emotions returning like warm, brutal gusts. Because a revolá isn’t just a wind—it’s that internal storm that hits you when you return to where you grew up and realize nothing’s changed… except you. It’s tenderness, dizziness, nostalgia, and love, all at once—born from lived experience.
The title track “Revolá” is a declaration of intent. It’s an embrace of contradictions—looking gently at what once hurt. The video, shot among empty pools, abandoned lots, and golden fields, is a visual gem that turns the everyday into the epic. It’s poetry from the block, from the village, from the roots.
Musically, Sanguijuelas blends what they love with who they are. There’s funk, electronica, rumba, pop, and suddenly a distorted pasodoble that makes you laugh, dance, and cry at the same time. It sounds like celebration—but also like mourning. Like sleepless nights and tight hugs. Like an August verbena still echoing in your chest once September hits.
But their message goes deeper than sound. Their philosophy is profoundly human and emotional. They speak openly about anxiety, the fear of the future, identity, the body, friendship, attachment. They do it from a place of honesty, never trying to prove anything. What they share is universal—but told from their truth. And you can feel that. Because it moves you.
In a music scene that often rewards image over substance, they bring presence. Where there’s artifice, they offer truth. They aren’t playing characters. They’re just three guys who looked themselves in the eye and chose to come back home—not as a failure, but as an act of love. They’ve turned what the industry often ignores—rural Spain, the provinces, the unglamorous—into a stage.
With their tour “Verbena en Vena”, performances at WOMAD, and the blessing of being produced by Jorge González (Vetusta Morla), Sanguijuelas del Guadiana is on the rise. But their feet remain firmly planted in the soil that raised them.
Their revolution isn’t about tearing things down. It’s about rebuilding the intimate, celebrating the simple, and putting words to the lump in the throat so many carry in silence.
Sanguijuelas doesn’t shout. They whisper. And that whisper comes full of truth, emotion, and a beauty that doesn’t ask permission. It just enters. Like a revolá.
