Translation by: Iván ˈCapoˈ Artalejo

I heard one day the carrier voice of Jason Joshua in a surrounding row of minutes wishing they wouldn’t end; with idyllic sound, with the language of the silence, with music as an exploding weapon, thus Joshua & The Beholders introduced themselves. The candle was lit in the walls of the world, the wick danced to the rhythm of the soul and the red rhythms of rhythm and blues. Listening their melodies without expiration is an invitation to flourish on imperfection, on the acceptance of the other beauty, on the wrath of the sun, on the mission of danger that shakes the psychedelic perception. It seems as if it was lowering its voice to advise the earth that the pain has gone away. It seems as if it ripped the ribs of life in order to tell instrumental stories, sonorous, with faces that smoke dawns, cigarettes of night and kisses of colors.

Jason Joshua & The Beholders move in the gears of a city with the prayer of the heart, ride the firmness of steel to slip in the city rain. They tell stories, provisions of love; they conclude, open, they put the future at ease, demand dreams, expel storms and create emotions before the court of heavens. “Evangeline” is a bet, an unsheathedhug to the chest of experience, to the temptation of aspiring new testimonies. The sound of The Beholders is a flood to take refuge anonymously from the enlarged days; you arrive to their musical notes to hide, to face up and to stack memories. We are today before a supernatural musical recommendation, demanding to history to reopen to tell it about this Puerto Rican ace.

Jason Joshua: the window is open, take the dreams and get entangled in the senses.