The Mistake come from the Canary Islands, and, right or wrong, we can't help relating their music to the peculiar warm climate that surrounds that archipelago. Maybe because of the deep yet etheral way Dani sings, maybe because the atmosphere created by those beautiful guitars and bass, maybe because the heat that the drums give off, but we think this music couldn't be made by a suburban band, influenced by the dirt, grayness and aggressiveness of a big city. And it's not that they sound "african" or "tropical", like their fellow countryman El Guincho does; you'd say they're close to Death Cab For Cutie or "Clarity"-era Jimmy Eat World, sometimes dark as The Cure, sometimes primal as The Police, but they have something special that adds an original feature to that indie-pop-rock sound. And we definitely think it comes from the nature of their home-islands.

With their fourth album, The Mistake have achieved what their previous album "Anticongelante" (BCore, 07) was pointing at: a unique style, forged within 15 years of activity that has led them to the colder audiences of Germany and Holland with success, as their long live experience has taught them to. This beautiful album will lead them to the road again, spreading their hot and delicate sound, reaching the ears of those who like to feel some natural echo of the Atlantic beaches and Vulcans of the Canary Islands from a master-taylored indie-rock.