“At the bottom of the seas” is the latest album (and better) of Vicky Gastelo, is their third album since the 2002 submit “On the moon” and 2006 “Save your flowers”.

To summarize the work of the production of the album, this ponia Vicky itself on its website earlier this year coinciding with the release of their first single Will.

“I always dreamed of working with Carlos Raya so I asked my friend Quique Gonzalez would contact us.

Carlos was exhausted, needed rest; spent several years touring with Fito. Me dijo, Do you know how long I'm not going to the movies?

Nor tallied his agenda with mine but he said he still wanted to hear what he was doing so the following weeks I began to record in my house way home, very home the songs that had, some piano and a guitar other. I answered every email diciendo: this also is beautiful! Until after a couple of months ago I said: I want to do and I'll do.

We started rehearsing in his old house Jacob Reguilón, Tony Jurado, he and I; all a dream. In between stoppages, many stoppages for their professional and personal commitment to Fito. And I hope, you can not make another. After the summer we use it, then you have arrived echoes that I have new songs and will be. And the journey begins, with trials where subjects managed, where we choose some and deshechamos other, where laugh, where I enjoy both, so….. The latest to join in Joserra, He lives in San Sebastian but Carlos is teaching models. When it is all clear, even us out of a jam.
We recorded live, as he always does Carlos. I know I'm lucky. Amazing Experience, this is really music.

On this album sound batteries, guitars, low, voices but also sounds the illusion of each of us, lasimprovisaciones, arising complicit glances while we played, jokes, the laughter, nerves………………

I am sure that you will get to the heart, and I shall count…………………… at concerts.”

Letter:
Will my heart,
will this old hotel,
did not call
or to try again.

Am I,
will he,
We crushed the fear of losing.

Will has collected all
I want it my way,
I begin to duty, do not know
will, winter is very long
I do not walk in the mud,
I'm alone again…

Alcohol will,
I do not sleep well,
at night the ghosts come to see.
Will I,
I played all,
I do not know where to throw,
I do not know what to believe.

Will,
always pointed high
to be true is so balance
I overestimated, do not know…

Will,
will be the thirty-something,
I burn the lips,
by kiss you again…
Again…
Again…
Again…

Will…
Will…
Will…
Will…
That has collected all,
I want it my way,
I begin to duty, do not know,
do not know…
Do not know…