Abel Oliva (guitar) revives the band that shocked the island of Cuba in the mid-nineties. SECTARIUM, from Switzerland and as a personal project, proposes a different sound. He tries to weave the legacy with contemporary sounds, a bit of rage in exile.
As you said, the exchange of tapes or "Tape Trading" was what saved the Cuban scene in the early nineties. How cruel or benevolent were postal officials in those days?
"...In my town, Caibarién had the best relationships and later in Santa Clara as well. I suffered a few losses related to the mail (at least that I know of). I think the problem was in the central office in Havana, and Jorge L. Hoyos "El Satan" told me in his time the outrageous and blatant robberies that people committed there. The provinces (at least the central ones) had a more respectable job. Perhaps it was the naive spirit of the provincials..."
The north coast between Matanzas and Las Villas is the perfect dock to emigrate and escape from the island's oppressive regime. What memories do you have of the so-called illegal departure from the country?
My father had the right boat at that time, and he sold it, between being scared that somebody would steal it or I would go with friends to the USA (I think so). Several times they went to look for me at my house to leave the country illegally. Sometimes I went, and there were not others, and I said no, and they did. I know the sea because I was born and grew up a few meters from it, my father had a boat, as I said. I learned to swim and fish since I was little. That is why I understand the tremendous courage and desperation of those who left or sold everything in trying to reach Florida by sea. A few of my best friends left in a rowboat and almost died of heatstroke, hunger, and thirst. They stayed for days in a cayito until someone notified the Coast Guard, and they rescued them and took them to Guantanamo. How many never came? I think we will never know. The day that freedom arrives, that surreal island, I must make a monument to the disappeared..."
I know that Franto's death is still a sensitive issue because of what it meant for the latter band's development. Without the intention of being a tabloid and respecting family pain, I would like to ask you to dedicate a few words to this tragic event.
A great depression on my part followed Franto's death. I was aimless for several months. He was the brother I never had, and his departure canceled dreams and plans. That is why I tattooed it on my chest, killing a dragon, in an allegory to defeat death. I finished recording the demo "Larvae" that was already in process before his death in his memory.
Franto's death should not have happened, but we were in the wrong place at the wrong time, like every strange event. One thing led to another, Sagua La Grande is a violent city, but I have to say that the one who committed the crime did it in the most cowardly way, hitting from behind. He was a minor and received a minimal sentence. Those were times when killing a cow was more reprehensible than murdering a person..." READ MORE...