In 1995 he made his first singles titled “D.E.P” and “Trucos”. He gained fame with collaborations with SFDK, Expression in Conserva or Nerviozzo.
After some time, he recorded his first album: “La Brevedad de los Días”, and recorded the single “Basado en hechos reales” with Nona.
The second album, “Poesía Difusa”, is full of manifestos against hypocrisy-collaborations include Lírico, Shuga Wuga, Titó, and Faf Larage. Because of the great public reception to this album, Nach released a DVD of his concert in November 2003 in Barcelona. adding all the supporting groups in the second disk titled 'Cutting Weapon'. It was published in two versions, one reediting “Lo Difuso” Poetry CD, without including changes, and another one only with the DVD of the concert.
The ACB chose to him to write and to make a song for the 2004-2005 basketball season. The subject was called “Juega”. In this song it names 26 players who participated in that season and to two historical ones of the league (Fernando Martin and Pau Gasol) were mentioned.
At the beginning of November of the 2005 he made his third album, “Ars Magna/Miradas”. It was a complex project released as a double Album, but with different themes on each one. The first, titled “Ars Magna” is a continuation of his normal lyrical content; subjects like environment, the passage of time, and the record market are discusssed. The second, titled “Miradas” is a more conceptual disc because each song discusses through the life of several different kinds people-like a new born, a prostitute, a expresidiario, an immigrant, a blind person, and a taxi driver. Collaborations include Arma Blanca, Juaninacka, bad Payo, Aniki, and Flavio Rodriguez.
El día en que murió el arte
Nach Lyrics
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He perdido la fe en esta industria falsa hipocrita,
Donde muchos se hacen llamar artistas,
No es raro, te eligen para ser la nueva revelacion del año.
En este pais de catetos e incultos que suben peldaños a base de insultos y engaños,
Te ponen a dieta, te maquillan,
Te dicen lo que tienes que cantar porque la formula para vender es esa,
Te escriben las canciones y te hacen la musica mas vacia, vanal y pegadiza posible,
Sal al escenario venga, pega esa patadita y da pasitos ridiculos sobre un son bailongo,
Moviendo el figurin, puñado de mentiras sin fin.
Invertir millones en mentir para persuadir a los tipicos gilipollas que aun se sorprenden
Con vuetros mensajes subliminales de que una vida mejor es posible.
Tu te haces llamar artista, solo eres el ultimo eslabon en la cadena del patetico
Comercia musical español, te van a estrujar como a una esponja hasta sacarte todo el jugo,
Y cuando ya no le sirvas iran a por otro y tu acabaras en el cajon del olvido,
Famoso arrepentido, el arte no se puede modificar ni simplificar para hacerlo vendible.
Llenais vuestras listas de ventas con la morralla mas canalla del planeta,
Es increible, el hip hop no se toca ni se retoca, el hip hop es profundo y real y asi seguira siempre.
Seguiremos siendo artesanos de la verdad que vivimos, mientras vosotros solo sois
Sombras de las sombras de un triste timo, el dia que murio el arte.
The lyrics of Nach's song "El día en que murió el arte" speaks about the loss of faith in the music industry and the manipulation of artists. Nach expresses his disappointment in a fake and hypocritical industry that only cares about making money by turning artists into puppets. In today's world, when a new artist is chosen, they are told what to sing, how to sing it, and even what to wear. They are manipulated and forced to conform to a specific formula that is said to be the key to success. This formula involves producing shallow, meaningless, and catchy music that is designed to fill their pockets. All of this, Nach believes, is to cater to the masses, who are unintelligent and easily manipulated.
This song sheds light on the cunning tactics that people in power use to get their way, and how they use a person's art to achieve their goals. He also speaks about the betrayal that artists face, which comes in the form of being rejected by the same people who once used them. In other words, they are controlled to the point where they can't express their own creativity or uniqueness. They're not allowed to make music that is meaningful or positive, only what will sell.
In conclusion, this song is a cry for the return of true art, in its most authentic form, without any manipulation or hidden agendas.
Line by Line Meaning
¿Sabeis?, a ves pienso que he perdido la fe,
Sometimes, I think that I've lost faith.
He perdido la fe en esta industria falsa hipocrita,
I've lost faith in this false and hypocritical industry.
Donde muchos se hacen llamar artistas,
Where many people claim to be artists.
No es raro, te eligen para ser la nueva revelacion del año.
It's not uncommon for them to choose you to be the new revelation of the year.
En este pais de catetos e incultos que suben peldaños a base de insultos y engaños,
In this country of narrow-minded and ignorant people who climb the ladder by insulting and deceiving others,
Te ponen a dieta, te maquillan,
They put you on a diet, they apply makeup to you,
Te dicen lo que tienes que cantar porque la formula para vender es esa,
They tell you what you have to sing because that's the formula for selling,
Te escriben las canciones y te hacen la musica mas vacia, vanal y pegadiza posible,
They write your songs and make your music as empty, superficial, and catchy as possible,
Asi triunfaras seguro, mientras tu solo eres un puto muñeco en manos de empresarios con panza y puro.
That way, you'll succeed for sure, while you're just a damn puppet in the hands of overweight, cigar-smoking businessmen.
Sal al escenario venga, pega esa patadita y da pasitos ridiculos sobre un son bailongo,
Come on stage, give that little kick and do ridiculous steps to the beat of a catchy song,
Moviendo el figurin, puñado de mentiras sin fin.
Moving the puppet, a handful of endless lies.
Invertir millones en mentir para persuadir a los tipicos gilipollas que aun se sorprenden
Investing millions in lying to persuade the typical idiots who are still surprised
Con vuetros mensajes subliminales de que una vida mejor es posible.
With your subliminal messages that a better life is possible.
Tu te haces llamar artista, solo eres el ultimo eslabon en la cadena del patetico
You call yourself an artist, but you're just the last link in the chain of the pathetic
Comercia musical español, te van a estrujar como a una esponja hasta sacarte todo el jugo,
Spanish music industry is going to squeeze you like a sponge until you squeeze out all the juice,
Y cuando ya no le sirvas iran a por otro y tu acabaras en el cajon del olvido,
And when you're no longer useful, they'll move on to another one and you'll end up in the forgotten drawer,
Famoso arrepentido, el arte no se puede modificar ni simplificar para hacerlo vendible.
Famous and regretful, art cannot be modified or simplified to make it sellable.
Llenais vuestras listas de ventas con la morralla mas canalla del planeta,
You fill your sales charts with the most low-down crap on the planet,
Es increible, el hip hop no se toca ni se retoca, el hip hop es profundo y real y asi seguira siempre.
It's incredible, hip hop can't be touched up or retouched, hip hop is deep and real and will always be that way.
Seguiremos siendo artesanos de la verdad que vivimos, mientras vosotros solo sois
We'll keep being craftsmen of the truth we live, while you are just
Sombras de las sombras de un triste timo, el dia que murio el arte.
Shadows of the shadows of a sad scam, the day when art died.
Writer(s): Ignacio Fornes Olmo, Alejandro Carmelo Lopez Perez
Contributed by Nora P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.