Mundos Inmundos, Mundos Inmundos

The members of the Arkana Calavera quartet fi re up their sucio rock’n roll callejero (dirty street rock’n’roll) at nightfall. During the day, they wander around, switching between naps, visits and banters in the Chilean landscapes. The crux of the matter is interwoven into their conversation alternating the trifl ing and the intimate, up to an overacting verging on a head spin, with every situation oddly fitting into the scenery. If we listen carefully, we fi nd out that their isolation hides the rustling of a presence, a crowd : the others.Charlotte Bayer BrocCharlotte Bayer-Broc