It wasn’t her consecration, because she’s already an international artist, nor did she break the mold, because many of the songs on her first album, La Joia, have been gathering listens on the platforms for a long time. But last night Bad Gyal came out of the Palau Sant Jordi brighter than they had after the first big concert of the 24 Karats tour, where they gathered 16,000 people who screamed at the top of their lungs when the lights went out because let the diamond shine Accommodated on a stage of sober architecture and more than generous reflections, the best-known face (or ass) of the dembow reviewed until the last of the subjects that make up his long discography, completed by the list of hits which the 26-year-old artist has treasured in a full-speed YouTube race to the great pavilions.
Serious, with a hieratic gaze, the eldest of the Farelos appeared in front of the audience escorted by a mixed body of six dancers. She was wearing long hair, white boots and a short dress with silver sparkles as she danced to the sound of La que no movida with her legs spread over one of the dancers, who was lying on the floor. “Aquí only se perrea , no se mira”, chanted the attendees in an electro dancehall-paced start that marked the line for the next hour and a half, with Bad Gyal as alpha, dominating the center of the stage , attracting all eyes as she swayed her vibrant buttocks to the wild cheers of a devoted audience.
The concert got off to a good start with a dose of La joia that included Perdió este culo, Sin carné and Pop pop, plus the catchy Kármica, recorded with Karol G and Sean Paul, while the brightest gem of the night he moved smoothly and turned his back to the audience and came down showing his legs until the end, “ Salgo con los .
“How are we, Barcelona?” , greeted Bad Gyal, happy to “be at Sant Jordi for the second time. Today is a very special day, my family is there, my people, my friends, in reality, you are a family to me”, and the audience cheered her back as she was left alone on stage performing some sensual movements that no longer frighten as they did years ago, perhaps because they have become predictable and have not caused the moral, ethical and cultural hecatomb that the malastruks always predicted. That’s why when he “takes out the 44 de los Calvin” or certifies that “no tiene precio este pum pum”, as he sings in Tremendo culón, it seems clear that the slow and serious rhythm of his music is much more attractive to an audience with a female majority than the supposed incitements of the letters.
The surprise came with Así soy, co-written with Morad, from l’Hospitalet, who appeared on stage to interpret a couple of stanzas and embrace the protagonist to end the first of the four parts into which the concert, separated by images from the different stages of Bad Gyal where she is seen smoking, drinking champagne and dancing with friends while she defines herself as “a girl from Barcelona with a criminal ass” and “a gem who was very much in need of polish”. Last night, turned into the princess of the ghetto, she rose to status with the songs she has composed with the first line of urban music: Myke Towers, Nicki Nicole or Rauw Alejandro, artists whose voices rang out even if they didn’t were physically on stage, as there was no band, nor anyone on the bases. They were not missed by the young audience who enjoyed the rhythm of Mi lova, Enamórate or her Zorra.
“Este culo te lo clavo como astilla,” sang Bota niña, spasmodically moving her waist on all fours as the camera fixedly focused on her behind, as she did on numerous occasions throughout the night. Not surprisingly, the artist has appropriated the perreo to make it his particular presentation card, as he explicitly recalled in Bad boy, La prendo or Flow 2000 Enmig, he slipped some of his first songs, Mercadona or I’m still the same, where she remembers in Catalan that “I felt like shit, now I’m an example” before pressing the accelerator with Give me, Real G and the tropical Qué rico before changing her bright wardrobe for a white skirt and top to launch reggaetons like Blin blin, Mi payita or Gasto.
The final stretch of the concert finally brought out the smile of a Bad Gyal, who appeared wrapped in skins and shopping bags to speed up the bpm in New York (Tot*) with a message to those who criticize her, “they don’t sell a ticket because they are from the heap” while she, left over, “all the .
An explosion that preceded Otra vez más, Santa María and the loaded Tu eres un bom bom to put the last two bombs in the form of Chulo and Fiebre, the dancehall that in 2016 turned it into Bad Gyal, the same as yesterday the night was polished to a jewel.
