It was not her consecration because she is already an international artist, nor did she break molds, because a good part of the songs from her first album, La joia, have been accumulating listens on platforms for a long time. But this Friday night Bad Gyal left the Palau Sant Jordi with more brilliance than it had after the first big concert of the 24 karats tour, where it brought together 16,000 people who gave the highest of their throats when the lights went out so that the diamond shined.
Settled in a setting of sober architecture and more than generous reflections, the best-known face (or behind) of dembow reviewed every last one of the songs that make up her debut album, completed by the list of hits that the 26-year-old artist years has treasured in a full-speed race from YouTube to the big pavilions.
Serious, with a hieratic look, the eldest of the Farelos appeared before her audience escorted by a mixed body of six dancers. She wore long hair, white boots and a short dress with silver glitter while she twerked to the sound of La que no se move with her legs spread on one of the dancers, who remained stretched out on the floor. “Here you only twerk, you don't look,” chanted the attendees at the beginning to the rhythm of electro dancehall that marked the line of the next hour and a half, with Bad Gyal in alpha mode, dominant in the center of the stage, attracting all the glances while she swayed her vibrant buttocks among the unbridled shouting of a dedicated audience.
The concert started at a good pace with a dose of La joia that included Perdido eso culo, Sin carné and Pop pop in addition to the catchy Kármica, recorded with Karol G and Sean Paul, while the brightest jewel of the night moved smoothly and she turned around to turn her back to the audience and crouch down, showing her legs to the end, “I go out with the blinblines, I don't go out discreetly.”
“Com estem, Barcelona?”, greeted Bad Gyal, happy to “be at Sant Jordi for the second time. Today is a very special day, my family, my people, my friends are here, in reality you are a family to me”, and the audience cheered her again while she was left alone on stage executing some sensual movements that are no longer as scary as they have been in years. back, perhaps because they have become predictable and have not caused the moral, ethical and cultural catastrophe that the usual doomsayers predicted. That's why when he "takes out the Calvin's 44" or certifies that "This pum pum is priceless," as he sings in Tremendo culon, it seems evident that the slow and serious rhythm of his music is much more attractive for an audience with a female majority. than the alleged incitements of the lyrics.
The surprise came with Así soy, co-written with Morad, from l'Hospitalet, who appeared on stage to perform a couple of verses and hug the protagonist to conclude the first of the four parts into which the concert was divided, separated with 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 little gem that needed a lot to polish.” This Friday night, having become the princess of the ghetto, she showed off her status with the songs she has composed with the first line of the urban scene: Myke Towers, Nicki Nicole or Rauw Alejandro, artists whose voices were heard, even if they were not physically there. the stage, nor was there a band, nor anyone on the bases. Neither did the young audience who enjoyed the rhythm of Mi lova, Enamórate or Zorra herself miss them.
“I'll nail this ass to you like a splinter,” she sang in Bota Niña, spasmodically moving her waist on all fours while the camera fixedly focused on her butt, as it did on numerous occasions during the night. Not in vain, the artist has taken over the perreo to make it her particular business card, as she explicitly recalled in Bad boy, La prendo or Flow 2000, among which she included some of her first songs, Mercadona or Yo seguir Igual, where he remembers in Catalan that “em felt a merda, ara soc un exemple”, before hitting the accelerator with Give me, Real G and the tropical Qué rico before changing the bright wardrobe for a white skirt and top to launch reggaeton songs like Blin blin , My payita or Expense.
The final stretch of the concert finally brought the smile of a Bad Gyal who appeared wrapped in furs 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 ordinary ", while to her, more than enough, "all the kids want to invite me to a joint / I don't need it, I have three grams in my toto." An explosion that preceded Otra vez más, Santa María y laloada You are a bom bom to deliver the last two bombs in the form of Chulo and Fiebre, the dancehall that in 2016 turned her into Bad Gyal, the same as this Friday The night was polished with a twerk until it became a jewel.
